Getting a Sugar Mommy in Cultivation World!!

Chapter 797 - 797: Disgusting Slime Is Also Deadly



Helena was stumped by his reply; for a moment she did not even know what to say to that.

Wuhan did not care about her reaction and continued firing words at her. “The questions I asked, you refused to answer them, and when I do not ask something, you are taking initiative to explain.” Her eyes became sleazy as he mocked the general. “Or are you explaining your actions to yourself? I must say you have a twisted definition of love—”

“Silence!” Helena finally snapped at his provocation. “Who gave you the permission to speak to me like that!”

Wuhan chuckled, his body already limping. “I don’t need your permission to say anything…”

“I am not here at your mercy; I never was.” When Helena met Wuhan’s gaze, she felt a chill running down her spine.

“Attack! Now!!” She bellowed at the Slug, who released the swirling ball of corrosive liquid towards Wuhan, who did not even turn his gaze away from the general’s.

“I am Emperor Wuhan, the ruler of the Feng Empire, and nobody tells me what to do!” Wuhan tilted his head and looked down at Helena. His condescending gaze enraged her, but she merely snorted.

“Such arrogance… even at the end.” She spat coldly as she watched him closing his eyes.

What she had assumed to be resignation was preparation for what she could never prepare for.

Sizzle!

The frog holding Wuhan in place suddenly flinched as it felt a trickling sensation on its tongue.

The tingling sensation turned into a burning one. The frog-beast, still tethered to him by its tongue, reacted an instant too late.

A shriek—harsh, wet, and primal—tore from its maw.

The tongue, once firm and elastic like a whip of flesh, began to blister and crack. Veins under the skin turned black, boiling from within. The tongue spasmed violently, trying to retract, but it was already too late.

Haaa!

With a deep inhale, Wuhan’s body erupted into a dome of blazing golden-red flames. The heat pulsed outwards like a second heartbeat, igniting the air around him and forcing the centipeagle and frog-beast to recoil.

The tongue binding him burned mid-wrap, flames latching on to it like it had been fueled by oil. The tongue burned for a second before it was reduced to ash before the frog could retract.

The flames did not stop at the tongue and caught the beast in their grasp as well. No matter how much it spat on the flames, they refused to be extinguished as if they had sworn to burn until it was dead.

The orb launched by the slug had finally reached Wuhan, who still had his eyes closed, barely a meter away from him.

The phoenix flame licked Wuhan’s body, and the black veins—caused by the poison—started to evaporate, turning into dark mist, and it vanished into the air.

Helena’s eyes widened slightly, her calm expression cracked slightly. “He’s only delaying the inevitable.”

Wuhan’s eyes flickered under the lashes, and they slowly opened. There was warmth in his eyes, not the warmth originating from care but one burning with fury.

Behind him, the frog with butterfly wings suddenly launched a desperate attack at Wuhan.

The wings behind it suddenly glowed and let out grains of light that gathered into rows of arrows, each bigger than Wuhan himself, and launched them immediately.

Wuhan’s eyes reflected both attacks coming from opposite directions.

Time slowed.

His breathing stilled.

Then—

With a twist of his sword and a whispered incantation, he dove.

Not away—but directly into the frog’s attack. The slug’s attack twisted midair and followed behind its target.

“You want to use illusion attacks against me?” He asked disdainfully, “I have a friend whose illusion can make me feel the chills of nine heavens when I am wide awake, and you? A mere beast, who wants to affect my mindset with this puny attack! You are nothing compared to him!”

Burning with the primal fury of a phoenix, Wuhan appeared before the beast, the attack behind him following suit. At the last second he disappeared using space laws once more and appeared behind the frog and whispered, “You are but a beast who will die like a beast.”

The frog’s eyes shot wide in horror as the slimy orb collided with its body; the slug tried to turn away the attack at the last point, but there was no time.

In the end, the frog was burned by both the fire and the corrosive liquid that splashed on it.

Some drops of the liquid splashed by the creature and fell towards Wuhan only to be burned by the flames burning around him without even coming an inch close to him.

“No!!!” Helena and the Slug shrieked at the same time; their voices overlapped. They watched the frog plummeting through the air; its body had already been reduced to a skeleton mid-air.

Helena, who had confidence in curing all injuries, could no longer save it, as it was already dead.

She glared at Wuhan with her eyes blazing with fury.

“The last one…” Wuhan whispered as he flexed his arms, but his words reached the general and only served to anger her.

She said nothing, but the slug beside her soared towards Wuhan, its body expanding as it let out a sickening shriek from its little mouth. Its mouth was only the size of a hand, which was nothing compared to its colossal body.

It was like that for merely a moment, and then…

The slug’s mouth split.

Not like the opening of jaws—but like flesh tearing at the seams of reality.

A gurgling pop echoed in the air, followed by a sickening squelch, as its small, hand-sized mouth grotesquely unfurled, expanding with unnatural elasticity.

Its face disappeared, swallowed entirely by the ever-widening maw. Its glossy, bead-like eyes were pushed backward into its slimy flesh, vanishing beneath layers of writhing muscle.

What replaced its face was a void of devouring horror.

An abyss made not of shadow, but of flesh and… teeth.

Endless rows of conical, translucent-white fangs, spiraling like a vortex of bone, each tooth shaped like a drill tip, glistening with black saliva.

Some rotated in place. Others trembled, eager. Each ring of teeth spun independently, forming a grotesque tunnel of death.

Wuhan blinked, but still—he saw no end to them.

No throat. No tongue. No light.

Only teeth.


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