Chapter 3 — Demon Lord Goes Crazy Over a Dumb Woman

When Lam Uc Duong heard this sentence, the fear in his eyes immediately disappeared. She crawled over to me, held my wrist tightly, her expression crazy with joy.

“Miss, please.”

Her fingernails dug into the newly cut wound on my hand, fresh blood gushing out. She leaned close to my ear and whispered:

"Did you hear that? He wants to sacrifice you to heaven."

"You lived humiliated for three years, but in the end you still had to die in my hands."

“Tomorrow I will, in front of everyone, peel off every layer of skin on your body.”

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Van Ma Uyen is covered with dark clouds, murderous aura reaching the sky. Below the abyss, a series of ghosts crying wolves and mournful screams sounded. The altar was built at the edge of the cliff, made from countless murky white bones. Da Vo Uyen sat on the highest throne, his eyes as quiet as an ancient well. I was held tightly by the demon monk's shoulders, kneeling at his feet. At this time, I was wearing an extremely dazzling bright red outfit, with a soul lotus lock around my neck. Lam Uc Duong stood under the altar, his eyes always locked on him. Around the altar stood giant demons everywhere, on the other side were hundreds of captured righteous monks tied up. Their clothes were torn and their faces were desperate. A righteous sect elder tied to a pole cursed loudly.

“Da Vo Uyen, the devil has buried his conscience!”

"You dare bring a mortal woman with no cultivation level to insult us, you will die without a whole body!"

Da Vo Uyen raised a cup of blood wine, not even looking at the elder once.

“Pull out his tongue.”

The two demon cultivators stepped forward, iron pliers stuffed into the elder's mouth, their screams tearing through the air. Da Vo Uyen drank the entire cup of blood wine. He lowered his head and used his bloody fingers to play with the soul lock around my neck. At that moment, Lam Uc Duong suddenly stepped onto the altar and knelt in front of Da Vo Uyen.

"Your Majesty! Please let your subordinates report!"

“This woman is not a mortal at all!”

All eyes in the yard focused on Lam Uc Duong, even the political prisoners stopped struggling. Da Vo Uyen's finger stopped on the soul lotus lock.

“Speak.”

Lam Uc Duong stood up, pointed at me, his voice was high-pitched.

"She is actually the last descendant of Lang Van Tong! In her body, she carries a peerless sword bone that is rare in the cultivating world!"

“She hid next to your Majesty for three years, pretending to be dumb and stupid, just to find an opportunity to assassinate your Majesty!”

Everyone took a breath of cold air. The peerless sword bone is a top-level physique that specializes in overcoming demon cultivators. Da Vo Uyen's face became gloomy, the hand holding the soul lotus lock suddenly tightened. I was squeezed until I tilted my head up, breathing stagnant. Da Vo Uyen uttered two words.

“Evidence.”

Lam Uc Duong took out a bronze bagua mirror from his chest, his voice sincere.

“This is the Bone Illumination Mirror that this subordinate happened to have. With just one look, no amount of disguise can hide it!”

She injected spiritual energy into the bronze mirror, a dazzling stream of golden light shot straight into my chest. The golden light penetrated the red dress and skin. Right in the middle of my chest, a transparent bone shadow sparkled, radiating sharp sword intent. Visible in mid-air. That pure flow of aura caused the surrounding demon cultivators to repeatedly step back.

“Truly a peerless sword bone!”

“Kill her! Can't leave her!”

The demons were angry and shouted loudly. Lam Uc Duong laughed crazy crazy.

"Your Majesty, she always deceives you! She finds you disgusting and doesn't want to be with you at all!"

Just then I heard her whisper to the system:

“System, immediately block her spiritual energy nodes!”

Da Vo Uyen's eyes became bloodshot, he suddenly stood up. One hand grabbed my neck and lifted me into the air. After our feet leave the ground, the cartilage in our throat makes a "crack" sound, unable to withstand the pressure. Da Vo Uyen waved his right hand. A Dark Soul Halberd whose entire body was pitch black, emitting a strong death aura appeared in his hand. The tip of the halberd flashed with a dark blue light. He pointed the tip of the Broken Soul Halberd at my chest, right at the position of that sword bone.

“Are you really a spy?”

Da Vo Uyen's voice carried a madness as if it wanted to destroy heaven and earth. The tip of the Broken Soul Strike pushed forward an inch, piercing my skin. Blood flowed down the black halberd.