Chapter 730: Emotional Silk Severed, the Killing Trap Begins

Chapter 730 -189: Emotional Silk Severed, the Killing Trap Begins

‘He’s a Body Cultivator. I can’t fight him head-on! I need to create some distance!’

Hong Mei’Er’s body twisted bizarrely, like a Boneless Spirit Snake, as she circled behind an ancient tree so thick it would take three people to wrap their arms around it.

Then, with a series of flicks from both hands, her fingertips began to glimmer with a red light.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

Three scarlet Emotional Silks, letting out an ear-piercing shriek, pierced through the thick tree trunk without slowing and shot straight for the pursuing Chu Fan’s face!

Chu Fan neither dodged nor evaded. His hand shot out like a bolt of lightning, leaving an afterimage in the air.

He actually grabbed all three Emotional Silks and yanked hard!

SNAP!

“Agh—!”

The Emotional Silks let out shrieks that sounded like a baby’s wail, a truly hair-raising sound in the gloomy forest.

Yet Hong Mei’Er’s Emotional Silks seemed endless. They shot out from behind the tree one after another, an unceasing, relentless barrage.

What was even more horrifying was that any tree pierced by the silks seemed to be instantly drained of its life force.

The bark quickly dried and cracked, and the vibrant green leaves withered to a sickly yellow, RUSTLING down like rain.

In the blink of an eye, a patch of deathly stillness had appeared within the vibrant jungle.

As he watched the bizarre red threads dance through the air, Chu Fan felt a strange sense of déjà vu.

‘Dongfang Bubai…’

The thought was fleeting, and his killing intent didn’t waver in the slightest.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Xia Qiu saw that Chu Fan had successfully pinned down the Demoness, but he didn’t take the opportunity to escape.

He knew full well that if Chu Fan fell, he would be next. Gritting his teeth, he raised his longsword and joined Chu Fan in a pincer attack on Hong Mei’Er, one in front and one behind.

“Die, Demoness!”

Xia Qiu roared as a sharp wave of Sword Qi swept out from his blade, splitting a large tree in its path as it descended viciously upon Hong Mei’Er’s head.

Despite facing a pincer attack from both men, Hong Mei’Er remained perfectly calm and composed.

With a single misstep, her form blurred into several hazy Residual Images, both real and illusory. It was the profound Step Technique Secret Skill—the Ghost Shadow Illusionary Body Step!

She weaved through the gaps in the jungle, moving with the grace of a fish in water, her agility supreme.

Xia Qiu’s sword strikes hit nothing but air, shattering a few of the illusory Residual Images. Shocked and confused, he couldn’t help but shout, “Lord Chu, how does she know the same Step Technique as you?”

“Because she is a Demon from the Moon Worship Sect,” Chu Fan replied coldly, his voice devoid of all emotion.

He also executed the Ghost Shadow Illusionary Body Step. His Step Technique was not only of the same origin as Hong Mei’Er’s but was also several times more refined, allowing him to rapidly close the distance.

“Hehehe!”

Hong Mei’Er giggled, her form bobbing lightly among the treetops. “Lord Chu is judging my identity based on the Ghost Shadow Illusionary Body Step?”

“Since Lord Chu uses it even more skillfully than I, could it be that you’re also a spy planted in the Demon Suppression Bureau by the Moon Worship Sect?”

“If that’s the case, we’d be one big family.”

As she spoke, her fingers danced, sending Emotional Silks piercing through tree after tree. They flew toward Chu Fan in what looked like a completely random and chaotic pattern.

Just as Chu Fan was about to sidestep a direct hit, a warning suddenly blared in his mind. An intense sense of crisis enveloped him!

The air shimmered behind him and to his left and right as several pre-placed Emotional Silks shot toward him like living creatures!

At some point, the jungle had been transformed into a giant Pansi Cave.

Above, below, to the left, and to the right—everywhere were transparent threads, nearly invisible to the naked eye!

‘Damn it!’

Chu Fan and Xia Qiu realized at almost the same time that they were caught in a web with no way to escape.

The all-pervasive Emotional Silks instantly tightened, binding them both securely!

“Argh!”

Xia Qiu let out a wretched cry, his face ashen. “This woman’s power… it’s terrifying!”

‘I regret this…’

‘I truly regret joining forces with Chu Fan.’

‘If I’d taken the chance to run just now, I might have had a sliver of a chance to survive.’

‘I thought that with the two of us working together, killing this Demoness would be child’s play.’

‘Who could have known Hong Mei’Er would be this powerful? In just a few moves, we’ve become fish caught in her net!’

‘We’re both at the peak of the Bright Heart Realm, yet the gap between us is this massive!’

‘This is the end for me…’

Xia Qiu felt the Emotional Silks cutting deep into his skin. They didn’t bring sharp pain, but rather a tingling numbness that seeped into his very bones and instantly spread through his entire body.

The Primordial Qi in his body instantly dissipated, and he could no longer gather it.

He sighed, the light draining from his unfocused eyes.

His previous wounds had already left him a spent force. Now, trapped and helpless, all he could do was wait for death.

“Lord Chu… now… you belong to me…”

Hong Mei’Er didn’t even glance at Xia Qiu, treating him as if he were already a harmless corpse.

She emerged from behind the tree, her movements enchanting, and sauntered step-by-step toward the tightly bound and immobilized Chu Fan.

A morbid obsession and cruelty shone in her eyes. Hong Mei’Er extended the tip of her tongue, lightly licking her red lips with an expression that was both alluring and treacherous.

“My heart aches so…”

Hong Mei’Er clutched her chest, feigning a look of famous, pained beauties of old, her voice dripping with sorrow. “The mere thought of draining your essence and refining you into a sacrificial offering… it makes my heart ache unbearably.”

“In truth, I noticed you in the vast crowd at the very start of the Profound Origin Secret Realm tournament…”

“Your vitality, your aura… it’s simply intoxicating…”

She stopped about five zhang from Chu Fan, caressing the empty air with her fingertips as if stroking a lover’s face, yet she didn’t dare venture any closer.

“I really can’t bear to do it, but…”

WHOOSH!

Before Hong Mei’Er could finish her sentence, her vision blurred, and Chu Fan was gone without a trace.

Chu Fan, who had been hopelessly entangled in the Emotional Silks, had vanished into thin air without the slightest warning!

The taut Emotional Silks instantly lost their target and snapped together into a tangled mess of red thread.

‘Where did he go?!’

Immediately after, a terrifying aura, like that of a collapsing mountain, erupted right behind her!

So close, so sudden—it was like Death itself breathing on her neck, a bone-chilling sensation.

“How is this possible?!”

Hong Mei’Er’s face drained of color. The hair on her body stood on end as a chill shot up from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head.

She had no time to wonder how he had escaped the Emotional Silks. Her instincts took over, and she immediately activated the Ghost Shadow Illusionary Body Step to flee.

WHOOSH!

The instant she activated the Step Technique and reappeared five zhang to the right, a hand like a Profound Iron claw had already clamped mercilessly around her slender, jade-like neck!

Chu Fan had somehow predicted the trajectory of her Ghost Shadow Illusionary Body Step, sticking to her like a shadow!