The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife-Chapter 918: Princess Chuyun, Kill Them All!

The group was still processing the meaning of those words, but Cinian had already rushed forward, forming a Buddhist seal and forcing it into Nanli’s body.

"We need to quickly destroy the Demon Soul inside Nanli’s body!"

A brilliant Buddhist light burst forth.

Sweat poured down Cinian’s forehead.

The two of them joined forces, but still, the Asura Demon Seal on Nanli’s forehead became clearer and clearer.

Bai Hao instantly understood, his voice trembling, "She... she... has Princess Chuyun’s Demon Soul inside her body?!"

Ximen Chuan’s mind went blank. His first instinct was to protect Nanli. "You’re talking nonsense!"

The twelve Shans exchanged glances, their expressions worried as they seemed uncertain how to act.

Shang Jue laughed wildly with glee. "It’s useless! My strand of demonic energy will protect Princess Chuyun!"

At that moment, after the sneak attack by Qiao Nanyi, he had already fainted.

Qing Feng, holding him, finally understood why Shang Jue hadn’t killed him earlier.

It was all for this moment!

They would either let Chuyun occupy Nanli’s body, or they would destroy Nanli along with the Demon Soul!

How malicious!

Now, their only hope was that the master and Cinian could reseal or destroy the Demon Soul.

But just as Qing Feng thought that, Cinian was blasted away.

Clearly, he couldn’t match the power of the demonic energy and suffered a backlash, vomiting a large amount of blood.

Siheng, meanwhile, was still struggling.

His brows furrowed deeply. "A’Li! Stay awake!"

As long as Nanli had the slightest bit of consciousness, he would keep calling out to her.

But soon after, Siheng was also blasted away.

He flipped in midair, stabilizing himself.

Looking back at Nanli, the Asura Demon Seal had completely manifested.

Her eyes opened, cold and detached.

Shang Jue was thrilled. "Princess Chuyun, do you like your new body?"

Nanli stood up, moving her hands and feet, seemingly adjusting to this new body.

Demonic energy spread from her every movement.

Everyone held their breath, staring in disbelief as Nanli’s body was taken over.

She hadn’t fallen to demonic corruption, but this was far worse than willingly succumbing to it—this was a complete loss of dignity!

"Yun Jianchu, get out of my sixth sister’s body!" Chu Yang shouted loudly, holding his spear.

Nanli—now Yun Jianchu—gave him a cold glance and sneered, "Just because you tell me to leave, I should? Wouldn’t that be shameful?"

Everyone’s face turned pale.

It seemed that Yun Jianchu had completely taken control.

What now?!

Despite their shock, no one dared to act against Yun Jianchu.

Because right now, she was using Nanli’s body.

Moreover, Siheng stood by, tense, ready to stop anyone who dared to act recklessly.

Yun Yubai had been stunned since earlier, staring blankly at the person before him. "You... are my mother?"

He said it tentatively.

Yun Jianchu turned to look at Yun Yubai, her eyes suddenly bloodshot.

She choked up and quickly nodded.

"Yes! I am your mother!"

She was clearly using Nanli’s body and bearing Nanli’s appearance, but her demeanor and actions were strikingly different.

There was a tenderness and affection that no one could mistake.

Everyone could tell the difference, and Yun Yubai almost blurted out, "Mother..."

He clearly wanted to tell her to leave Nanli’s body, but the words just wouldn’t come out.

Shang Jue didn’t want to watch the reunion between mother and son, so he immediately spoke up, "Princess Chuyun, kill them all! You two can reunite however you like later! These people are Nanli’s friends and family. As long as they live, they will do everything they can to destroy you."

"How vicious!" Qing Feng cursed again.

This wasn’t for Yun Jianchu’s benefit—it was all a scheme to make them kill each other!

Shang Jue smiled wickedly, "You’re a little brat with not much cultivation, but you’re quick with your tongue. Princess Chuyun, cut him down first!"

Qing Feng quickly drew his sword, alert and ready.

He was now facing not Princess Chuyun, but the hateful Demon Clan Asura. He was in imminent danger!

Even Siheng was thinking of strategies.

Once the battle started, how could he avoid harming A’Li’s body?

But to everyone’s surprise, Yun Jianchu raised her gaze to the sky, her face full of disdain.

"I couldn’t do anything before, letting you insult and ridicule me, but now you want to order me around? Dream on!"

She said, sticking out her tongue at Shang Jue.

Shang Jue froze for a moment, not expecting Yun Jianchu, who had always obeyed him, to openly rebel.

But she quickly regained her composure and coldly said, "Chuyun, don’t lose your head. You should know that it’s my demonic energy that gave you freedom and allowed you to occupy this fine body."

She had been calling her ’Princess’ out of respect, but now, Yun Jianchu was being ungrateful and defiant.

"Don’t lose your head? Did you ask for my opinion before doing this? I was quite comfortable in her body. But because of your demonic energy, I can’t even nag properly in her body anymore! And I haven’t complained about you yet."

She crossed her arms, making her case with great skill.

Shang Jue was speechless for a moment, and in his fury, he immediately formed a magic seal with both hands. "Ingrate!"

With just that strand of demonic energy, he could control Yun Jianchu.

Yun Jianchu’s head throbbed with pain, her face twisting in agony.

She tried to resist the commands of the demonic energy.

"Mother!" Yun Yubai rushed forward.

He had quite a skill in talismanic magic and quickly formed seals, intending to help her resist the control and preserve her consciousness.

Siheng wasn’t paying attention to them. His eyes sharpened.

With a flick of his sleeve, he opened the barrier once more.

His figure darted through the air, sword raised, and he slashed towards Shang Jue.

His determination to protect his wife was unwavering, and this slash carried the momentum of a mountain collapsing, as though it would split the very sky.

Shang Jue didn’t expect him, with his cultivation and after using so much energy, to be able to perform such an attack.

She couldn’t afford to focus on controlling the demonic energy and quickly summoned the Sky Plough Battle Axe.

Her slender frame held immense power as she gripped the axe, veins bulging on her wrists and forearms.

With a roar, she swung the battle axe down.

The clash of sword and axe was deafening, like the sound of thunder splitting the air.

In an instant, dark clouds began to form in the sky.

Lightning streaked across the heavens.

The thunder roared.

With just one strike, Shang Jue was forced back several meters.

Her blood surged within her, and her hands trembled uncontrollably.

Before she could catch her breath, Siheng came again, his figure elusive beneath the lightning, making it difficult for her to track.

But Shang Jue’s tens of thousands of years of battle experience weren’t for nothing—she didn’t need to rely on her eyes. She spread demonic energy in all directions, and no matter how fast Siheng moved, she could sense his presence.

In midair, the cold light flashed continuously.

In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged more than ten moves.

There was no flashy technique—each strike was a lethal blow with only one goal: either you die, or I do!

The thunder continued to crash.

The battle was so intense that people from the surrounding area had awoken from their sleep and rushed out to watch.

Ordinary citizens could only see the changes in the clouds and the two beams of light clashing in the sky, scattering and then colliding again.

But cultivators could condense their spiritual power in their eyes and see everything clearly.