Chapter Seventy-Eight: Flaming Phoenix Heaven-Splitting Slash

“Hold me tight!” Mu You shouted.

Without hesitation, An Ruxiang wrapped her long, supple legs around Mu You’s waist, nestling herself intimately in his arms and resting her head gently upon his powerful chest. This action minimized their spatial footprint without hindering Mu You’s movements.

“Don’t be afraid,” Mu You said, his expression unusually solemn yet his voice still gentle as he comforted her.

“Mm…” An Ruxiang, rarely so docile, hugged him tighter, slowly closing her eyes as her red lips pressed together.

“No matter what happens next, just hold on to me!” Mu You spoke as a crimson aura began to ripple around him, first pink, then deepening to scarlet, until it blazed blood-red.

“Ah!” Mu You let out a long, thunderous cry. At that moment, his body fully awakened, and under the pressure of life and death, his potential surged forth, being relentlessly drawn out. He could not allow himself to fall here, nor could he let the beauty in his arms come to harm. Even if it meant exhausting his vital energy, he would save everyone in Building A. He could never forget how, during his berserk moments, these people risked everything to save him. Anyone who dared threaten Building A would first have to face him.

These people were, after all, the last remaining hope of his life.

The lightning-shaped "Z" mark on Mu You’s left cheek, for the first time, flared from darkness to blood-red. Amidst the endless bloodthirsty light, flecks of crimson gold began to swirl. At last, the lightning mark fully transformed into crimson gold, extending from his eyelid down into his eye. Both ends of the crimson gold lightning converged upon his blood-red pupil, and the entire mark reached its ultimate form.

The perfected crimson gold lightning mark began to shift, and eventually in Mu You’s left eye, it formed an S-shaped, crimson gold great blade.

At this moment, all the blood within his body surged toward his left hand. Instantly, the crimson gold phoenix feathers behind him began to blur, and Mu You felt a dizzying darkness wash over him—the sensation of blood loss.

What was happening?

An Ruxiang sensed the change in Mu You’s body. Her eyes, long prepared, suddenly opened, and atop her exquisite brow, a pale blue-white lotus began to bloom gracefully. Her body radiated a luminous blue-white glow.

She raised her head, seeing Mu You forcibly awaken himself. After a moment’s struggle, her cheeks flushed, and she leaned in, pressing her lips to the throbbing veins in his neck.

These instructors were absurdly powerful. No matter what, she had to help Mu You!

With that kiss, the blue radiance intertwined with the crimson gold blood light, then merged into Mu You’s body. Immediately, vital energy surged throughout his limbs and bones, restoring his previously depleted body to its peak state. Yet the lotus on An Ruxiang’s brow began to wither, and even the vibrant green in her eyes faded to lifelessness. Meanwhile, at the spot on Mu You’s neck where she kissed him, a proud, vivid lotus blossomed. As the kiss ended, An Ruxiang’s entire body collapsed limply against him.

She had never used this technique before.

“Twin Lotus—Half Withered, Half Flourishing!”

With a single kiss, in the blink of an eye, the user’s vitality was fully depleted, while the recipient’s was completely restored.

Feeling the earth-shattering transformation within himself, Mu You gripped An Ruxiang’s right hand even tighter, as an immense mass of blood began to coalesce in his left hand, manifesting into a weapon.

This weapon was S-shaped, blood-red throughout, densely inscribed with crimson gold symbols, appearing almost like jade yet harder, shining enough to reflect faces. It was as though two razor-sharp blood blades joined together, forming this S-shaped great blade.

The crimson gold phoenix feathers behind him, upon Mu You’s return to peak condition, once again blurred as blazing flames channeled through his blood into the giant blade. At last, the weapon stabilized, hovering in midair, emanating intense heat and an aura of inviolable imperial majesty.

Just the formation of this weapon had exhausted all the power of Mu You and An Ruxiang—both near-A grade death row inmates.

“Could it be that my blood, like Dragon Tongue’s, can manifest into the shape of a weapon… Is this…”

Mu You fought to suppress his wild excitement. No man could resist such a dazzling, explosive weapon. He murmured the words newly awakened in his mind:

“Flame Phoenix Heaven-Splitting Blade!”

…

Outside the Serpent Bone Long Blade.

“Night’s Desire—Joy of Life—Veiled Splendor!”

Seeing Mu You fall beneath the ground, his crimson gold phoenix feathers nearly severed by Nono’s blade, Xuan Yao’s anxiety shattered her reason. Forgetting the opponent’s identity and strength, she recklessly charged out from the crowd, unleashing her spiritual incantation.

“Nether Ghost Mask—Falling Shadow Gale!”

The people from Building A saw Mu You shielding An Ruxiang within his wings, exposing his own back to the air and, as the Serpent Bone Long Blade ravaged him, his flesh was torn and bloodied. Unconcerned for themselves, they all sprang into action.

The gray hellish wind and the intoxicating blood mist rushed headlong at Nono, who stood motionless, not even glancing at them.

“Oh my, aren’t you old friends? Why so fierce? I refuse! Men~~~~~”

Just as the smoke was about to engulf Nono, a hulking figure stepped in front of him, a whining, effeminate complaint drifting through the haze. The final ‘Men’ was even bleated like a sheep. When the smoke cleared, there stood a two-meter-tall, muscle-bound man whose hands reached below his knees. The voice had come from him!

The former thirteen-floor death row inmate, Building A’s previous strongest—Right Tyrant!

“Boss…” Xu Chen looked at Right Tyrant with a complicated expression. Wasn’t it rumored he’d died from failed modifications? To awaken in such a state—he truly was the man Xu Chen once admired most. But how had his body and personality changed so drastically?

“Right Tyrant, move aside! I need to save them!” Xuan Yao saw Right Tyrant casually deflect her and Wan Yan Cang’s attacks. She didn’t know how, but her anger was unstoppable—she didn’t care who he was!

“Men… You little girl from the sixth floor, just because you’ve awakened, you dare talk to me like that? Your innocence makes me want to laugh, oh, oh, oh…”

As he spoke, Right Tyrant covered his mouth with calloused hands in a girlish manner, his muscular legs coyly crossed, and he chuckled softly.

Everyone watching felt their skin crawl in disgust.

Seeing the familiar faces of Building A react as if they were about to vomit, Right Tyrant rolled his eyes at them in disdain.

“What do you know? This is called laughing without showing your teeth. I’m a real tough Men, you know. Image matters to me!”

“That’s right! Nono thinks Uncle Right Tyrant is the most ladylike!” Nono said, while still controlling Mu You, earnestly approving.

At that moment, the crimson gold wings behind the Serpent Bone Long Blade faded indistinctly, the blade itself shrinking further, and Nono’s expression grew more excited.

Witnessing this, Xuan Yao’s blood mist surged, her hair whipped wildly, her lips deepened to a rich red, and dazzling blood diamonds sparkled around her beautiful eyes. She looked at Right Tyrant and Nono, murder blazing in her gaze.

The death row inmates of Building A lined up in defiance.

“Kill!”