Chapter 81: My Beauty—Even the Gods Are Outraged!

The petals of the demonic purple mandala flower drew ever closer to Youba. In an instant, he teleported away, evading an attack that appeared tranquil yet was fraught with lethal danger.

A gentle breeze stirred by Youba lifted the light mandala petals, sending them drifting once more toward him, startling him into another dodge. Again and again, he tried to evade, but the petals seemed to have locked onto him. No matter where he moved, those sinister purple petals followed, their motion deceptively slow, but suddenly, they would arrive stealthily, leaving no avenue for escape or concealment.

Damn it, this little girl is at most at the peak of the dangerous death-row prisoner tier. I am an A-level peak death-row prisoner—killing her should be child's play. Now, my power has returned to its peak; what is there to fear?

Youba refused to believe it. Could Xuan Yao really wield the full strength of the Sacred Word?

With this thought, Youba abruptly stopped. The petals, suspended in the still air, began to fall. His thick lips contracted, and even his features twisted, folding tightly together.

What a chrysanthemum face!

Tentacles gushed ceaselessly from Youba’s body, and at last, he—once a formidable man—degenerated entirely into a heap of tentacled flesh, a grotesque chrysanthemum monster. Bloody fluids oozed endlessly from the suckers, making the sight repulsive.

The frail mandala petal landed quietly at Youba’s feet, silently sinking into the earth.

A shaft of sunlight shot upward from beneath the ground, piercing Youba’s eyes—dazzling in the darkness.

Three more petals drifted onto Youba’s tentacles, quietly marking petal-shaped gouges before dropping into the ground.

Three beams of sunlight radiated outward again.

The prisoners, long confined in this sealed space, rejoiced at the sight of sunlight, but the joy soon became terror as they considered: hundreds had tried and failed to break through, yet these few petals could pierce a rooftop more secure than the observation platform!

How terrifying is the power of the Sacred Word!

Youba examined a tentacle bearing a petal wound and found it had died, yet not a hint of pain reached him.

The sensory nerves hadn’t even had time to transmit agony before their life force was utterly destroyed?

Just then, the sinister purple glow appeared overhead.

Youba instinctively looked up, his face blanching.

Countless mandala petals, like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, rained endlessly from above, each radiating a deadly purple brilliance—a welcoming bloom leading to hell, graceful yet searing with despair.

“Absurd, utterly absurd!”

At the brink of life and death, Youba, furious, laughed. He recalled his years of suffering, the torment he had endured, his body ravaged by disease, his head dissected to remove the brain-dead portion and replaced with another’s mind, rendering him neither man nor woman—yet he had survived to the end!

Now, when he finally stood before the masses in unparalleled glory, he was forced into this state by a mere girl!

Unfair, infuriating—damn this world! It makes me livid!

On Youba’s stage, no one else is allowed to steal the spotlight!

No one—not a single soul!

Only after enduring a deadly catastrophe did I, Youba, break through from a common A-level prisoner to the A-level peak. This step barred countless others!

My awakened power has grown manifold—otherwise, how could the Death-row Paradise seal my strength?

“Those who block my glory—death without mercy!”

Hundreds, thousands of tentacles rose up, rushing toward the sea of petals in the sky.

“I am beautiful, I am beautiful, I am the most beautiful!”

Damn, this is also a Sacred Word! The prisoners instantly knelt.

The multitude of tentacles clashed with the petals, yet no explosion rang out. The mandala petals passed through, penetrating the translucent tentacles, and from afar, the tentacle mass began to transform, shade by shade, into a sinister purple.

What!

Not only Youba, but all seven instructors were startled. They themselves were A-level peak prisoners and knew the power gap: once past the A-level peak threshold, strength multiplied several times. Prisoners like Muyou, An Ruxiang, Longshe, and Zhenmei might reach A-level, but still stood worlds apart from the peak!

Moreover, in this A-level assessment, even if you had the strength, passing was not guaranteed. Now, an A-level peak prisoner at full force was being held off by a girl who hadn’t even reached the A-level threshold—indeed, she was faintly gaining the upper hand!

The Sacred Word is truly terrifying.

“I—I—I will fight you to the end!”

Seeing his tentacles retreat step by step, humiliation surged in Youba, and he exploded in rage.

I, Youba, refuse! Refuse!

He pounded his chest fiercely, a mouthful of blood spraying skyward.

“My beauty—divine and mortal rage alike!”

Necrotic tentacles snapped, trapping the purple flower sea. Youba teleported to the other side, and within the vortex of massive tentacles, a chrysanthemum-shaped tentacle flower aimed at the mandala. Orange energy cannon began to manifest, blasting at it with fury.

This blast even threatened the mandala flower itself, which transformed entirely into purple, as if ready to contest supremacy.

Yet, as the chrysanthemum cannon—thick as a man’s arm—was about to strike the mandala, it dissipated into nothing.

What happened?!

The crowd was baffled.

The sinister purple light appeared again, but this time, it was not the mandala flower.

Purple light spread, forming an airborne tableau of lust—encasing Xuan Yao. The man’s head bore a skull relic, blood streaming from his eyes, his head buried deep in the girl’s ravine, his skull relic coiling tightly around her neck. The girl gazed upward, serene, while her feet morphed into a vivid green venomous snake, its ruthless gaze looking down upon the man, ghastly as a demon Buddha.

What—what is this monstrosity!

As the crowd puzzled, the bizarrely dressed man and woman simultaneously opened their ghostly green eyes, their four eerie beams sweeping the surroundings as they shook off their frozen poses.

The snake-scaled woman wrapped her tail around Xuan Yao’s neck, scrutinizing her new master, her forked tongue flickering as she gently kissed her. Instantly, Xuan Yao’s previously lifeless face began to recover.

The demonic Buddha released the snake woman’s neck, turned toward the sinister mandala flower, and smiled strangely. He took the menacing mandala, bringing it to his lips, drank the viscous, blood-like lamp oil in a gulp, then crushed it fiercely.

After drinking the mandala oil, the demonic Buddha wiped his mouth, flashing a cruel smile at the crowd.

He removed the skull relic from the snake woman’s neck; each skull’s eyes gleamed red, releasing endless black deathly aura.

Youba launched several more chrysanthemum cannons, but before they could get close, the imperial artifact “Snake Woman · Demonic Buddha” devoured them entirely with its deathly aura.

The Demonic Buddha, awakened for the first time, was instantly enraged by the interruption. Yet at that moment, everyone—including Snake Woman · Demonic Buddha—was shaken by a thunderous shout. From the purple glow, a stream of golden brilliance burst forth, surpassing even the light of the awakening imperial artifact!

A muffled groan sounded, and the serpent bone long knife exploded, shattering into countless broken blades that rained down.

“I don’t care who you are—let go of Xuan Yao!”