A faint smell of blood wafted into Yaohua's nostrils. Immediately, she felt dizzy and had difficulty breathing.
"Master, save me!"
She gathered her energy and shouted with all her might.
The mysterious man looked back, only to find nothing but empty space behind him. Where was the Divine Lord Chongming?
He grabbed Yaohua's chin with a force that seemed almost capable of crushing bones and said menacingly, "Your master won't come back. If you're smart, never mention him again!"
Yaohua gasped in pain, her eyes drooping weakly.
"System brother, is there really no way to stop him?"
The system was silent for a while. [Try to provoke him into using his black qi.]
The mysterious man reached out to press his finger on her forehead again.
"Wait!"
Interrupted once more, the mysterious man looked impatient. "Say what you have to say later!"
"No!" Yaohua quickly gathered her wits. "I thought you were a top - notch expert. How could you be so hasty about such an important matter as a blood pact?"
"We demons of the Heavenly Demon Clan don't care about such false things." As he said this, the mysterious man suddenly looked at Yaohua with a critical eye. "Only you hypocrites pursue such things."
His words hit Yaohua like a heavy hammer.
Heavenly Demons?
It was said that after the Heavenly Demon Clan was suppressed by their ancestor, they had long since disappeared. How could they reappear?
"The Heavenly Demons are indeed different from us ordinary people. But aren't you afraid of being found out by the Celestial Realm if you pretend to be one?"
The mysterious man showed a disdainful smile. "I am truly from the Heavenly Demon Clan. Why would I need to pretend? Considering that you and I are... I'll forgive your disrespect. As for the Celestial Realm, it is on the decline. Even if they know, what can they do?"
He was really a Heavenly Demon!
Yaohua's heart was pounding like a drum. She must find a way to tell her master this news!
"If you look down on me, why do you insist on making a pact with me? I've heard that the Heavenly Demons are all beautiful and charming. Can't you find a woman you like in your clan?"
The mysterious man's face darkened. "If you hadn't lifted my mask, I wouldn't have to make a pact with you."
[The Heavenly Demon Clan believes in the concept of a predestined person. Some of them cover their faces, while others seal their five senses to determine their predestined one.]
The system's voice rang out in time, answering Yaohua's question.
No wonder the mysterious man's attitude towards her had changed so much!
"I was wrong." Yaohua hissed. "Can you let go of your hand first?"
Seeing the red fingerprints on her chin, the mysterious man slowly let go. "Don't even think about running away. Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I'll find you."
"I won't run. I just want to know your name." Yaohua suppressed her restless thoughts. "We're about to make a pact. I can't keep calling you the mysterious man, can I?"
The mysterious man snorted. "You're smart. Remember, my name is Zhao Wu." He frowned. "Is that all?"
"No!" Although Yaohua didn't want to be Zhao Wu's predestined person at all, at this moment, she had to be grateful for Zhao Wu's patience towards his predestined one. "If you want to make a pact with me, don't you need to tell your parents and family?"
"Why should I?" Zhao Wu sneered. "Fine. You're from the Divine Continent. I guess you care about such things. I'll take you back to our clan one day and make it up to you."
"System brother, can you help me see when master will come?"
Yaohua didn't want to talk to this man who exuded superiority with every word.
[The Divine Lord is already on his way. Think of another way.]
Yaohua forced a smile with difficulty. "Brother Zhao Wu has far - reaching considerations. Where is your clan? Is it far from here?"
"Why do you ask so many questions? I'll take you back one day!" As Zhao Wu said this, he squeezed out more blood from his finger. Seeing that Yaohua wanted to say something, he immediately pressed his finger on her forehead without hesitation. "Shut up. Let's get this important thing done first."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yaohua felt that she couldn't speak again.
What should she do? If her master didn't come soon, she would really become an accomplice of this Heavenly Demon!
The closer the Heavenly Demon's blood got to her, the harder it was for her to breathe, until Zhao Wu's finger finally landed on her forehead.
It was as if an ice pick had broken through her head forcefully. Yaohua let out a muffled groan, feeling as if all her strength had been drained instantly. Cold sweat poured down her body.
The mark of the blood pact was extremely complex. As Zhao Wu moved his finger, a sudden red light flashed out from Yaohua's body, knocking him away.
"This is..." Zhao Wu's eyes widened slightly, showing no attempt to hide the shock in his purple eyes. But the next moment, his gaze gradually calmed down. "So that's it. No wonder you've been able to stop me. It turns out you are—"
Before he could finish his sentence, a powerful spiritual force attacked him from behind.
Zhao Wu spun around to dodge. Looking up, he saw a white figure approaching gracefully.
The red light on Yaohua's body gradually faded. She lay weakly on the ground and barely lifted her head. "Master..."
The little phoenix's face was as pale as paper, except for a vivid red mark on her forehead, which added a touch of color. But just thinking about what this red mark meant, Chongming's expression became even uglier.
"I'm late." He helped her up and let her lean against his chest. His originally calm expression was now full of remorse.
Seeing this scene, the violence in Zhao Wu's eyes almost became tangible. "Yaohua, come here!"
Yaohua lifted her eyelids and gave him a cold look before looking away. "Master, there's something dirty on my forehead. Will you wipe it off for me?"
Chongming had intended to wipe off the blood on her head. Hearing this, he immediately placed his hand on it.
"It's no use." A smug look flashed across Zhao Wu's cold face. "The pact has just begun. It won't disappear unless it's completely drawn."
Chongming wiped a few times but couldn't clean it.
"Don't be afraid, master will avenge you."
In his calm tone, the killing intent was as sharp as frost and swords, making it impossible to avoid.
"The Divine Lord has quite a big mouth." Zhao Wu looked at Yaohua, his eyes full of confidence. "After I kill your master, I'll take you back."
Being stared at by him was as terrifying as being targeted by a venomous snake or a fierce beast. Yaohua glared back at him fiercely. "You're dreaming!"
The power of the Divine Lord was like a surging sea, pouring down from the sky. In the blink of an eye, it surrounded Zhao Wu tightly.
Seeing this, Yaohua couldn't help but shrink further into her master's arms.
Chongming gently patted her on the shoulder and back. With a grab and a grip of his other hand, the spiritual force shot out like a volley of arrows.
Zhao Wu snorted and didn't take any of this to heart. But seeing Yaohua getting close to Chongming, his arrogant demeanor couldn't help but be mixed with a bit of frustration.
Black qi surged out from under his feet and transformed into a demonic flood dragon, which opened its huge mouth and swallowed all of Chongming's attacks.
"The famous Divine Lord Chongming in the Three Realms is nothing special after all."
Zhao Wu sneered and took a step towards Yaohua.