Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 647: Demon Soul Self-Destruction

Chapter 647: Demon Soul Self-Destruction

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Surrender without a fight?

Muscle Tyrant felt nothing but disdain.

As a Taotie, his very bones were filled with the arrogance of devouring and destruction—the word "submission" had never existed in his vocabulary!

Moreover, the secret he guarded concerned the Big Boss and the success of the entire plan.

"In your dreams!" Muscle Tyrant's roar shook the clouds, leaving no room for hesitation.

He knew the gap in power was immense, but waiting for death meant certain doom!

The only option was to fight with his life on the line!

Muscle Tyrant's body suddenly swelled. Compared to his black lion form during the Golden Core stage, he now appeared closer to his true form, more ferocious, truly possessing the awe-inspiring majesty of a Beast King.

Giant, ram-horn-like curved horns menacingly protruded from both sides of his jaw, gleaming with a dark metallic luster. A pair of massive fleshy wings covered in dark golden scales abruptly unfurled from his shoulder blades and gave a powerful flap.

Whoosh—!

Violent air currents swept up rubble and dust, even forming a small tornado.

Using this force, Muscle Tyrant's enormous Taotie true form shot toward Wu E like a black gale!

He opened his cavernous maw, a deep, dark vortex spinning rapidly deep within his throat, emitting a terrifying suction force—the Taotie's innate divine ability, Devour All Things.

His devouring ability was a conceptual-level divine power.

Even if an immortal stood before him, even a Great Luo Golden Immortal's immortal golden body would lose a chunk if he took a bite.

Even if that chunk was an injury the immortal could regenerate in an instant.

"An ant trying to shake a tree!" A flash of contempt crossed Wu E's eyes.

So what if he had a devouring power? Compared to the cultivation level of his avatar, this level of devouring force was still far too weak.

He didn't even bother using the weapon in his hand.

He merely casually raised his scaly, thick arm and pressed it downward through the air toward the pouncing Muscle Tyrant.

Hum!

Space seemed to be tightly clenched by an invisible giant hand.

Muscle Tyrant's seemingly unstoppable pounce instantly froze, as if he had crashed into an invisible, solid wall.

A terrifying sense of compression assaulted him from all sides, making his resilient bones groan under the unbearable pressure.

A sharp claw appeared from somewhere, pressing his jaws shut from above and below, forcibly stuffing his devouring vortex back down his throat.

"Roar—!" Muscle Tyrant roared furiously, struggling wildly, his wings flapping desperately, the dark light on his ram horns flickering as he tried to tear through this invisible restraint. However, the chasm between the Harmony stage and the Nascent Soul stage was like an unbridgeable abyss. ȐåꞐＯ𝐛Ëṩ

Wu E, holding the spine weapon in his other hand, casually swung it.

Sslash! A pale, condensed, substantial blade of Killing Intent materialized out of thin air.

It was faster than Muscle Tyrant's reaction limit, brutally slashing across his waist and abdomen.

"Pfft—!" Blood sprayed.

The resilient Taotie scales and powerful demonic body were like paper before that Killing Intent blade.

A massive, deep, bone-exposing wound that nearly severed him in two instantly appeared below his chest and abdomen, hot demonic blood gushing out.

The intense pain made Muscle Tyrant's vision go black for a moment.

He was, after all, not the peak Taotie true body from ancient times.

The shadow of death loomed over his heart, but this didn't make him retreat; instead, it thoroughly ignited his ferocious nature!

Wu E was very close to him now.

This was an opportunity!

Disregarding everything, Muscle Tyrant opened his giant maw once more, activating his devouring power against the arm Wu E was pressing down with.

"Devour the Heavens and Earth!"

The dark vortex reappeared, a terrifying suction force erupting.

Wu E, unable to dodge in time, had over half of his forearm torn off by Muscle Tyrant.

Startled, he abruptly retreated two steps, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes as he watched his arm gradually regenerate.

"What powerful devouring... Pity, pity your realm is too low! Hehehe!"

"You like to devour? Then let you devour your fill!"

Before the words faded, his other hand shot out like lightning, seizing Muscle Tyrant by the throat.

Meanwhile, the hand that had been torn apart and hadn't fully regrown yet was thrust directly into Muscle Tyrant's mouth.

Torrents of violent Demonic Energy and filthy Killing Intent, accompanied by a thick gray aura, surged into Muscle Tyrant's body.

The Demonic Energy and Killing Intent were devoured by Muscle Tyrant.

But that gray aura, he digested extremely slowly!

Even though a portion was also devoured, it was no different from drinking poison to quench thirst.

The mysterious gray energy flooding into his body felt like a red-hot branding iron, carrying a will of destruction and violence, continuously exploding and expanding.

Muscle Tyrant felt his body being inflated like a balloon.

His devouring divine ability was operating frantically, trying to digest it, but the quality and quantity of this power far exceeded his limits.

"Urgh—!" Muscle Tyrant let out a pained howl, his devouring interrupted, blood seeping from all seven orifices.

It felt as if countless bombs were detonating one after another inside his body. The realm he had just stabilized after devouring the Zhujian's essence was now teetering under the impact of this external force. The backlash of fierce and malicious energy erupted in his Sea of Consciousness like a volcano, almost overwhelming his sanity.

Amid this intense agony, Muscle Tyrant's body gradually twisted, becoming increasingly closer to his true form.

This wasn't him unleashing some power.

Just like how a transformed demon reveals its original form when killed, this was instead a dangerous signal!

"Oh? Taotie bloodline?"

Wu E's voice held a trace of surprise, but more than that was cruel mockery.

He didn't know Muscle Tyrant *was* the Taotie; he only thought Muscle Tyrant had some Taotie bloodline.

He watched Muscle Tyrant's painful struggles as if appreciating a splendid performance.

"No wonder you can devour Fierce Beast essences. Pity, an insect remains an insect! With such meager cultivation, you dare devour my power? I'll burst you!"

He shook his arm, sending more filthy, powerful gray energy actively surging toward Muscle Tyrant's devouring vortex.

"Speak! Why are you absorbing these Fierce Beast essences?

Who ordered you? Who is this 'Big Boss' you speak of?

What is your secret?!"

Wu E demanded sternly, his voice like a heavy hammer smashing against Muscle Tyrant's nearly collapsed Divine Soul.

Muscle Tyrant's massive body convulsed violently from the excruciating pain both inside and out. His consciousness, battered by the intense pain and the mad assault of the backlash, was already somewhat blurred. His golden pupils, bloodshot from congestion, stared fixedly at Wu E's ferocious crocodile head.

What kind of trash thinks it can pry into his secrets?

"Pah!" Using the last of his strength, Muscle Tyrant spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with organ fragments and filthy blood, his eyes filled with madness and derision. "Want to know? Go to hell... and ask... there! Bastard!"

"Seeking death!" Fierce light blazed in Wu E's eyes; his patience was exhausted.

He abruptly raised his massive foot covered in thick scales.

With the force of ten thousand jun, like a collapsing mountain, he stomped down hard.

The target was precisely Muscle Tyrant's head.

Boom—!

Crack!

The sickening sound of bone fracturing rang out clearly.

Muscle Tyrant's vision went completely black.

His last remaining shred of consciousness did only one thing.

Self-devoured and sealed away everything related to Chen Huaian in the deepest part of his soul.

The next second, his Demonic Soul violently exploded and scattered, spreading across the starry sky above Wu E's head like fireworks.

This happened far too quickly and suddenly.

Muscle Tyrant's decisiveness and ruthlessness toward himself were also unexpected.

Even with Wu E's transcendent cultivation, he couldn't react in time.

He could only stare with a cold, silent gaze at the sky where the Demonic Soul had dispersed.

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