274 Chapter 269 (2/2)

Ye Qingxuan stared at the blank eyes behind the veil. She seemed to be drifting in the space between nightmare and reality. Holding Ye Qingxuan’ hand, her hand subconsciously tightened.

”Mom...” She seemed to be talking in her sleep.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment. He whispered in her ear, ”Don't be afraid, the nightmare is about to end.”

The Black River came crashing down in the coherence. In a twinkling, after repressing the counterattack of the curse, Ye Qingxuan guided the sudden outbreak of 'pain' and 'weakness,’ locking them into Naberius’ body. The frenzied power surged again.

The blue fire that could evaporate people dozens of meters away suddenly cracked apart. This was completely unreasonable. The Firebird solidified and reached a 'distortion level ' effect. This disobeyed the law. It turned the illusionary flames into powder, which was then blown out by the wind.

The storm, blizzard, raging fire and golden steel were crushed once they rushed into the dungeon. The repercussive waves of murderous intent spread out the dungeon and along the connection of their music theory association, biting Naberius’ right arm into pieces.

Naberius shook his hands but the arm was still fragmented. Bones fell out of the wound. He froze for a moment. ”Oh, it’s the Firebird.” Then he held his fingers tightly like a knife and cut off the whole arm.

Sticky medium quickly emerged from the severed arm, followed by the rapid multiplication of bones and flesh. The super recovery of severed limbs was another means used by demons.

Six kinds of demonic power were sealed in six of his body parts. They appeared orderly one by one. Six sets of chaotic music theory were in orderly in his hands, without the slightest hint of the chaos caused by musical conflict.

”Now it seems that Hyakume’s curse is too weak,” he muttered in a low voice, cynically mocking his own gods. He said to himself, ”If you don't do it again, don't blame me for running away.”

If Hyakume heard him, he would be furious. He would release a bolt of thunder and chop this wild follower to death. However, his rebellious words did not reach the heavens. In fact, the curse of the Hyakume was not in vain. The battle was now burning white-hot.

Provoked by Ye Qingxuan, the curse of Hyakume strangely changed again like mutating virus. The mark of the Eyes Within the Eye split into a dozen pieces. They manipulated their respective negative emotions. They echoed with each other, setting off a sinister symphony in the Ripper’s body.

In a twinkling, the declining stopped and steadied itself at the brink of collapse, fighting back once again. The battle had now quietly switched from the competition of strength to the aspect of music theory.

The music theory contained in the curse had quietly expanded. It seemed to be disorderly but there was actually some kind of inexplicable connection. There was a subtle rhythm to the movement.

That subtle force was like weeds in spring wind. It expanded, deflated, sped up, and slowed down at random. Like thousands of malicious intents working together, they firmly suppressed the Ripper’s will!

Ye Qingxuan was stunned. He expanded the Black River’s image to entwine with the curse. For a moment, Ye Qingxuan's will pierced through layers of music theory and probed the core of the curse—it was an eye that seemed to be sleeping in the abyss.

The eye seemed to glance at him as well. It was full of malice. Just the periphery vision could easily break down the Black River.

The music theory entangled. In this instantaneous contact, Ye Qingxuan was defeated completely. It was unsurprising. It would be strange if he won.

Whether it was the attainments of the School of Mind’s music theory or the control of negative emotions, Ye Qingxuan was nothing compared to Hyakume

As the ruler of all the wicked evil spirits of the world, Hyakume had eroded and transformed countless black musicians through the years. Whether it was music theory confrontation or emotional hedging, Ye Qingxuan was definitely not his opponent.

Ye Qingxuan was suddenly losing...But it did not matter! He could learn.

As one who had received full marks in every subject and won first place in written examinations, Ye Qingxuan was the best at ‘learning!’ The main battlefield was not in his own body, anyway, so he could just start over again if he could not do it.

‘The tiger retains its shape even in death,’‘a broken boat has three pounds of nails,’‘a starved camel is still bigger than a horse’…There were many proverbs like this from the East. They meant the same thing.

Now, the curse not only had to fully erode the Ripper, it also had to be cautious of Ye Qingxuan. He could cause trouble at any second. In a twinkling, Ye Qingxuan prepared himself again. The black river sprang out again, followed by another defeat.

Ye Qingxuan's head seemed to be smashed by a staff. He blacked out immediately and blood oozed out of his nostril.

Shaking his head, he gritted his teeth and went back into the battle again.

”Again!” This time, he at least found the right feeling and method.

A shameless song sounded on the battlefield amidst the repeated defeats and charges. ”Make, make, make a friend, make a good friend. Hello, let’s shake hands. Now you’re my good friend…”