Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Gentle Young Lady

Eight pairs of icy eyes fixed upon Muyou and his companions as the instructors’ final punishment ignited and began to spread little by little.

“Muyou, you brat, let go of me right now, or my Brother Longshe will make you wish you’d never been born!” Janmei, staring in terror at the man above her, feigned composure and tried to threaten him.

She had no choice. At this moment, she could clearly sense that the man holding her was truly enraged, and this fury wasn’t directed at Longshe, who had wounded him, but instead—at her.

Could it be because she was holding the life of that wretched woman, An Ruxiang, in her hands?

At this thought, Janmei’s voice grew louder and more commanding. “If you want that wretch An Ruxiang to live, come down immediately! How dare you behave so outrageously before the instructors!”

Her words were not only a plea for her own safety, but also an attempt to redirect the looming disaster. The instructors had already taken action; if Muyou continued to defy them, it would only make things worse for her.

But Muyou’s next response left Janmei utterly stunned.

“I despise nothing more than women who debase themselves—and next to that, those who dare threaten me!”

Crack!

Muyou twisted his torso. The sound of a neck snapping echoed out, and Janmei’s head spun a hundred and eighty degrees backward.

Witnessing this, An Ruxiang smiled softly, while Longshe’s eyes widened in alarm, a newfound wariness settling in as he looked at Muyou.

“Well, still not quite dead yet…”

As Muyou spoke, he snatched the crystal-mother thorn from Janmei, slashing open her artery, while his fiery golden wings slowly pierced into her eyes.

“Ah…ah…” Janmei tried to scream, but her twisted neck rendered her completely voiceless.

“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, the pain will be over soon. Just be good a little longer, it’ll all be over in a moment!”

Muyou’s words turned chilling as his wings suddenly stabbed into Janmei’s skull. A searing heat instantly reduced everything inside to nothingness; her corpse crumpled to its knees, completely lifeless.

Deep in Longshe’s pupils, with Janmei’s death, there flashed a fleeting moment of clarity—only to be swallowed again by shadow.

Seeing the second-ranked leader of Building B die so swiftly, everyone looked at Muyou’s back with utmost caution.

Feimo and Youtong exchanged a glance and nodded. This young man was decisive and ruthless—a true survivor.

But not everyone shared their opinion.

Muyou lifted An Ruxiang into his arms and vanished, only to reappear high above. The spot where they had stood was now a massive crater, the once rock-solid metal ground cleanly sliced into countless neat cubes, all plummeting through the air.

Longshe, caught off guard, scrambled into the rainbow-colored barrier. Like everyone else, he had no idea what had happened—only an instinctive sense that the spot was dangerous and he needed to retreat.

Instantly, fine red threads appeared within the rainbow barrier, dividing it into countless blocks. Longshe’s long-held domain was rapidly sliced apart by a strange, sinister incantation and vanished in a blink.

“What the hell is this? Get away from me!”

Seeing even space itself being shredded, Longshe dared not hold back; his Nine Demon, Nine God Shattering Mirrors aimed in all directions, sending eighteen beams of black-and-white destruction at the blood-red threads, finally blasting them apart.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Five of the Shattering God Mirrors shattered, and the five diamond marks above Longshe’s left eyebrow faded. He retreated swiftly, dodging as three main defensive mirrors shielded him at the center, while nine Shattering Demon Mirrors struck out indiscriminately in all directions.

“Well now, not bad.”

The first to act was an instructor dressed as a heavy metal guitarist; of average build, but grotesquely ugly, his body hair dense and pitch-black, some even jutting out of his unkempt nostrils. His greasy hair was tied in uneven knots, adorned with countless multicolored sequins of varying size.

Most peculiarly, around his neck hung a necklace made from the big toes of many young girls, each toe painted with glossy crimson polish. Every female death row inmate present instinctively curled their toes in unease.

This instructor was, without doubt, a pervert.

As soon as he appeared, his gaze swept over every female prisoner present, not even sparing a glance for Janmei’s corpse.

He was the Arbiter, Funiang.

“Ah… Brother Funiang is so fierce right from the start. This puts Nono in a difficult position. As a lady, I mustn’t lose my temper, or else I’d be so unladylike. But since Daddy Mo Han said Nono could kill, if I don’t, I’m being disobedient. And the first rule of a lady is to always do as she’s told. Fine then, I’ve decided—today, I’ll kill the most disobedient prisoner.”

Standing beside Funiang was the Arbiter who captivated Muyou’s attention most—a little girl who looked no older than a first or second grader, hardly any bigger than Mou You, with a long ponytail tied at the top of her head, a small red bell dangling from it that rang crisply as she moved. Each eye and her lower lip bore a teardrop of vermillion, and on her back she carried a giant cleaver, larger than herself. As she set the blade down, the ground trembled, making everyone jump.

Nono planted a kiss on her cleaver, then stood on tiptoe, gripped the handle, and effortlessly hoisted the massive blade onto her shoulder.

The moment Nono took up her blade, Muyou—still holding An Ruxiang—rose higher, keeping a close eye on the girl. Though she hadn’t once looked his way, the murderous aura radiating from her petite body was locked onto him from the start.

Nono finally looked up, dimples appearing with her smile. “Big brother, you’ve been staring at me ever since I arrived. Didn’t your parents teach you that it’s impolite for a gentleman to stare at a lady?”

With a sweet tone, Nono swung her cleaver at Muyou, despite the hundred-meter gap between them.

In the next instant, the cleaver shattered into a hundred blades, linked by blood-red threads, and, like a boneless serpent, shot toward Muyou.

Muyou sneered inwardly—his fiery gold phoenix feathers were impervious to blade or spear. No ordinary weapon could pierce such a defense.

“Oh dear, Snakebone, someone’s looking down on you.”

Nono’s delicate wrist flicked. The snakebone sword wound itself around Muyou, its edges turning inward and tightening, stabbing at him from every angle.

Muyou’s golden wings wrapped tightly around himself and An Ruxiang, enclosing them both like a fiery golden phoenix egg, which the snakebone sword then hurled forcefully to the ground.

The space within the golden wings was cramped; Muyou and An Ruxiang’s bodies pressed together, both slick with sweat from the earlier battle. At that moment, their mingled scents—a mix of masculine musk and An Ruxiang’s virginal fragrance—filled the heated air.

Muyou was about to make a lewd remark when he suddenly jerked his head back, just in time to see a blade pierce between himself and An Ruxiang.

His fiery golden wings were as hard as the blood crystal wings that appeared in his berserk state—how could this snakebone blade penetrate so easily?

“Heehee, just noticed? Too late, big brother. Snakebone’s being very, very naughty now…”

Nono smiled sweetly as her snakebone blade sliced through Muyou’s golden feathers as if peeling a fruit.

Damn! Muyou cursed inwardly. The pain was excruciating.

This was… execution by a thousand cuts!