Chapter 389: Chapter 389

Indeed, the speaker was none other than Wen Zhixing.

It was he who had made his move with the help of the slave imprint.

The slave imprint was not just for control; the master-servant bond relied on it, allowing Wen Zhixing to strike remotely through the imprint.

Of course, this imposed a great burden on the servant.

At the same time, its power would be greatly reduced.

But Wen Zhixing’s strength far surpassed that of his peers. Even when not at full power, Shao Zhengze, afflicted by the curse, could not stop him.

Furthermore, when Wen Zhixing struck, he did so with all his might. Few could evade such a sudden and well-coordinated combination attack.

The ethereal giant hand clutching Shao Zhengze’s divine soul pulsed with thunder power.

This was the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder, specifically designed to destroy divine souls.

Truly, it was terrifying.

Originally, Soul Stealing was a Divine Ability for stealing memories, but in Wen Zhixing’s hands, it had taken on a different nature.

As the effects of the Mind Capturing Skill dissipated, Shao Zhengze’s divine soul let out a desperate scream.

This was a true punishment by thunder.

Even a condensed divine soul could not withstand such an attack.

Shao Zhengze’s divine soul began to shatter, fragments falling away.

These fragments were absorbed by the thunderous hand as soon as they fell, one side weakening as the other grew stronger.

Shao Zhengze had many more strategies left unutilized, but with his divine soul controlled and his flesh cursed, what effective countermeasure could he possibly use?

The thunder power burst forth once more.

Shao Zhengze’s divine soul began to break apart inch by inch, on the verge of dying at Wen Zhixing’s hands. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ Nov3lFɪre.ɴet

At that moment, Feng Ruoli let out a pained cry.

The golden mark on her forehead began to flicker.

The long-distance casting placed immense pressure on Feng Ruoli’s divine soul. She could no longer bear it.

Wen Zhixing’s conjured thunderous hand dissipated as a result, failing to eradicate Shao Zhengze’s divine soul.

Fortunately, the divine soul, nearly shattered, rapidly fled back into its Sea of Sense.

"Are you alright?" Wen Zhixing’s voice came once again.

"I’m fine." Feng Ruoli, her face slightly pale, waved her hand and quickly recovered.

As long as Wen Zhixing did not strike again, she would be alright.

"Then I’ll leave this man to you."

"Alright, Sir. Leave him to me," Feng Ruoli nodded, a smile in her voice.

"Hmm." Wen Zhixing said no more.

The next moment, a golden sword wind condensed at Feng Ruoli’s fingertips.

Having barely escaped death, Shao Zhengze’s pupils dilated dramatically at the sight. He hurriedly stammered, "Feng... Ruoli, spare... spare me. Today’s... affair... is... my... mistake."

Meanwhile, he stealthily prepared a spell behind his back, intending to seize the opportunity to activate the array method.

He had never given up hope of escape.

But the spiritual Qi within his body refused to obey; his attempts to mobilize it repeatedly failed.

His divine soul was in an even worse state. Far from summoning the Divine Soul Force, it was on the verge of utter destruction.

He regretted it deeply. If he had known, he wouldn’t have used any array methods. Or perhaps, he should have focused all his energy on activating the array method from the start.

"What’s the matter? Can’t activate the array method?" Feng Ruoli smiled radiantly, sword light flickering on her fingertip. How could she not know Shao Zhengze’s intentions?

"I..." Shao Zhengze wanted to say something more to buy time.

Behind him, a light flashed in his palm, and the surrounding array method began to tremble slightly.

In that instant, the sword light flashed, and a sharp sword wind pierced through his body, abruptly interrupting his spell.

"Ah..." A cry of agony emerged. Shao Zhengze’s spellcasting was broken, and his body suffered backlash once more.

Overwhelmed by the twin pains, he curled up.

"Oh dear, Shao, what’s happened to you?" Feng Ruoli quickly stepped forward, her lips curling into a smile, her tone full of concern, yet her eyes were ice cold.

But at this moment, what could Shao Zhengze possibly say?

He shook his head vigorously at Feng Ruoli, a gesture of pleading.

Now, he understood. His life and death were in Feng Ruoli’s hands.

"I’m asking you, why aren’t you speaking?" Seeing Shao Zhengze’s silence, Feng Ruoli’s expression darkened as she once again gathered sword light at her fingertips.

Just as she was about to strike, Shao Zhengze finally yelled, "No... don’t..."

As he spoke, blood trickled from his seven orifices, all traces of his earlier arrogance—his desire to possess Feng Ruoli’s body—utterly gone.

"Too late." Feng Ruoli smiled faintly, but her hands didn’t stop.

With a light flick of her slender white hand, the tendons in Shao Zhengze’s right hand were severed.

Three more slashes of sword wind followed.

His hands and feet were crippled.

Shao Zhengze’s eyes trembled wildly, but his body hardly reacted.

At this moment, his body was no longer under his control.

The eerie Power of the Curse had infiltrated every part of his body.

Now, he couldn’t muster even the slightest bit of strength.

He really couldn’t understand why this curse was even more severe than before.

"Kill him," Wen Zhixing’s somewhat indifferent voice transmitted from the imprint between Feng Ruoli’s eyebrows.

"Sir, I cannot kill him..." Feng Ruoli shook her head. "If I kill him, it will become troublesome."

Not kill me? Shao Zhengze, lying there like a dead dog, felt a glimmer of hope.

That was great! He still had a chance to survive. Yes, Feng Ruoli dared not kill him. If he were killed, how could Feng Ruoli escape unharmed?

However, in the next moment, Feng Ruoli’s voice sounded again.

"As long as he dies from this curse, I can clear myself of suspicion. I’m merely borrowing Sir’s power, and the strength in my body is still sealed. I shouldn’t be suspected."

"What..." Shao Zhengze’s heart sank to the depths once more.

This Feng Ruoli actually wanted him to be slowly, agonizingly cursed to death.

"Alright, just handle it as you see fit," Wen Zhixing’s voice sounded once again from the imprint on Feng Ruoli’s forehead.

"No, don’t!" Perhaps Shao Zhengze stirred the last reserves of latent energy within his body, as his divine soul began to transmit his plea: "I... I... today... helped... save... Si Nanyan... spare... my life."

"No need." Upon hearing this, Wen Zhixing flatly refused, seemingly dismissing the proposal entirely.

Shao Zhengze’s eyes widened. He tried to speak, but only violent coughs wracked his body.

"Sir, please spare his life. Just turn him into a servant," However, Feng Ruoli bit her lip and spoke up, albeit begrudgingly, for Shao Zhengze.

As for Shao Zhengze, she wished he would die right then and there. That slap was the greatest humiliation of her life. But upon hearing that Si Nanyan could be saved, she held back. Shao Zhengze could be killed later, but Si Nanyan had to be saved now.

"Yes... yes..." Shao Zhengze nodded desperately, even though he was nearly spent.

But the instinct to survive made him continuously try to speak.

Wen Zhixing fell silent for a moment, as if weighing his options.

"Sir, saving a life is urgent." Feng Ruoli bit her lip. "I can bear it. Please, Sir, use your powers."

Wen Zhixing, in a corner invisible to everyone, smiled faintly.

The Enslave Skill was not so easily cast. If Shao Zhengze was unwilling, any resistance could lead to failure. Otherwise, he would have used it from the get-go. His slight hesitation would also make Feng Ruoli even more devoted. Why not, indeed?

To Shao Zhengze, this voice was like a melody from the heavens.

"Do not resist," Wen Zhixing’s voice came through. Shao Zhengze nodded frantically.

Immediately, an overwhelming Divine Soul Force flowed from the slave imprint between Feng Ruoli’s eyebrows into Shao Zhengze’s.

Shao Zhengze knew what this meant, yet he dared not resist at all.

A point of light entered his Sea of Sense.

An incredibly fierce force swept through him, and Shao Zhengze’s consciousness began to blur.

"Slave imprint, solidify!"

The next moment, an intense pain shot through his divine soul.

Shao Zhengze felt as if his entire body was pierced by a thousand silver needles—the pain unbearable.

Still, he dared not resist. Now, to survive, he had no choice.

A moment later, a golden imprint was etched deep into his divine soul.

Shao Zhengze felt as though he had lost sovereignty over his divine soul. Everything was controlled by this imprint.

Immediately, the slave imprint grew, sending out countless tendrils that burrowed deep into his divine soul.

The sight of the dense, hair-like roots was enough to make one’s scalp tingle.

[Enslave Skill successfully cast, the slave imprint has been successfully planted!]

[Shao Zhengze has become your third servant!]