Chapter 11: Seeking Death

At this moment, Mofengwu looks terrible.

Covered in wounds, bloodstains, and sword marks, in a sorry state.

Her face is stained with blood, her hair partly disheveled, with eerie black marks covering her whole face, only her eyes, mysterious and entrancing.

Gongsun Yao raised his eyebrows, a hint of puzzlement in his eyes.

You see, when he saw this woman a few days ago, she didn't look like this at all.

It's only been a few days, how did she become like a different person?

But when Mofengwu heard this, she laughed.

Brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear, she looked at Gongsun Yao.

"You're not seeing things, you're just blind!"

"You... hmph! Quite eloquent! Unfortunately, this young prince isn't fond of it!"

As he spoke, Gongsun Yao suddenly raised his hand, and a long whip entirely purple-black appeared in his hand.

The Dragon Whip, a third-grade magical tool.

It is said to be made from the tendons and bones of a fifth-grade demon beast, the Black Devil Dragon, and over a dozen kinds of materials.

With an inherent attribute of pursuing the target, it is a treasure coveted by numerous warriors.

So when Gongsun Yao brought out the Dragon Whip, it immediately drew astonished exclamations from the onlookers above.

Gongsun Yao smiled triumphantly and then, with a sudden surge of spiritual power, swung the Dragon Whip in his hand, producing a deafening sound.

"You little bitch, you were lucky to escape last time. But this time, it won't be so easy. I will make you beg for life, wish for death, then I'll skin you and stuff you with straw... Heh, don't you think it would be interesting?"

As he spoke, Gongsun Yao couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick his lips.

His sinister gaze, replete with malice, sent shivers down one's spine.

But unfortunately, Mofengwu remained unfazed. Looking at Gongsun Yao, she raised an eyebrow in an instant.

"Is that so? That's quite interesting! But if it were up to me, I'd turn you into a human-dog... do you know what that is? It's attaching your head to a dog's body, and then keeping you alive. Now, isn't that more interesting?"

Gongsun Yao's pupils contracted instantly, a surge of anger coursing through him.

"You filthy wretch, you're asking for death!"

With a resounding roar, Gongsun Yao whipped the long whip in his hand, carrying an immense force, towards Mofengwu.

Mofengwu had been prepared, and she swiftly dodged. But just as she moved aside, the whip, seemingly with a mind of its own, suddenly turned and pursued Mofengwu once more.

Its pursuing attribute had been activated in an instant.

"Hahaha... Trying to dodge? It's not so easy!"

With a loud laugh, Gongsun Yao then moved his wrist. Seeing this, Mofengwu cocked a smile, and the next moment, instead of retreating, she suddenly lunged towards Gongsun Yao.

Bang!

A muffled sound rang out as Gongsun Yao was thrust back by Mofengwu's force.

Gongsun Yao was taken aback, but before he could recover, Mofengwu grabbed the wrist holding the whip and gave it a fierce tug.

The whirling whip instantly coiled around Gongsun Yao's neck!

Everything happened too fast.

The formerly triumphant Gongsun Yao now lay on the ground like a dog. The whip was tightly coiled around his neck. Mofengwu stood before him, holding the whip with one hand, looking down at him with disdain.

"You... ugh... you... you..."

Gongsun Yao's face, already pale from suffocation, grew even more deathly as he struggled to break free, only to find the whip tightening around him the more he struggled.