The Villain Doesn’t Want To Get Entangled With the Beautiful Girl After Rebirth

87: Master Cong

“Who are you? Lin Nuo?!”

Master Cong shouted, but the masked man did not respond to him.

The masked man leaped down from the rocky peak, and with a thud! Where his feet landed, two large holes burst open.

With an overwhelming presence, Master Cong felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Wherever the longsword passed, it left behind trails of purple flames.

Master Cong felt that it couldn’t be Lin Nuo, at least his strength couldn’t reach such heights. Perhaps it was something like Lin Nuo’s inner demon, and such a dark illusion possessed the power to destroy heaven and earth.

Master Cong hadn’t expected to encounter such a formidable inner demon. He feared Lin Nuo might have already been killed by it.

The barrier had just been set up; he couldn’t withdraw yet, but he was confident he could shatter this inner demon.

Originally meant to increase Lin Nuo’s difficulty, he hadn’t expected to also help him shatter his inner demon. When he got out, he would have to report to the sect leader, and Fairy Han would owe him a big favor.

Master Cong channeled his spirit, concentrating the spiritual power in his hands onto the sharp sword, which shone with spiritual light, stirring up a fierce gale.

“No matter how strong you are, you’re ultimately just a junior’s inner demon. I have mastered the secret arts of the subconscious realm for years, slaying countless inner demons.”

Master Cong laughed confidently, and in an instant, his feet lifted off the ground, darting forward like a dragonfly skimming the water.

With thought as his sword and spiritual light shining brightly, the saintly Master Cong swung a swift sword at the masked man.

However.

The masked man merely waved his dragon-etched black sword, and in an instant, a black dragon soul flew out, opening its massive jaws, biting towards Master Cong surrounded by spiritual light.

Master Cong tried to dispel the black dragon soul, confronting it head-on. However, when the dragon soul completely bit into Master Cong, all the spiritual light and protective spiritual power dissipated.

Boom!

The black dragon soul exploded, and Master Cong, without protection, fell from the sky, tumbling among the rubble.

“Cough cough…”

Master Cong coughed violently, not expecting the black dragon soul to have such fierce explosive power. It was indeed overwhelming.

But only momentarily at a disadvantage, he quickly adjusted his state.

However.

The black dragon-etched longsword reached his neck, and unbeknownst to him, the masked man had already closed in on him.

This speed was too astonishing, silent and untraceable, catching one off guard.

He had lost, not only had he fallen disgracefully, but now the sharp sword pointed at his neck, like a defeated general on the battlefield, waiting for the enemy’s execution.

If an ordinary disciple were to be vanquished by the inner demons within the illusion, it would truly tarnish the reputation of Master Cong.

Now, as he approached the inner demon, a pair of blood-red eyes peered out from the skull mask, sending shivers down one’s spine.

Fear, something he who usually feared no foe, found himself engulfed in intense terror.

Though this was but an illusion, it felt as though he was truly about to be slain, awakening Master Cong’s primal desire for survival.

“No…!”

Just as he was about to shout, the sword fell in an instant, blood splattered, and Master Cong’s body was engulfed by a fierce purple flame, eventually turning to ash and scattering with the wind.

The entire valley returned to silence, and darkness descended once again.

Beneath the skull mask, there was a cold smile.

There were no inner demons here, or rather, the greatest inner demon was himself.

Any consciousness that dared to venture into his dark illusion would suffer immense mental devastation.

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“Master Cong! Master Cong?!”

In reality, Master Cong suddenly felt weak in his limbs and collapsed to the ground, prompting others to rush to his aid.

“He’s fainted, his breath is weak and his pulse erratic, he needs to regulate his energy.”

Headmaster Zhao hurriedly applied his energy technique to stabilize Master Cong, but he had yet to awaken.

“This symptom, isn’t it exactly the result of not withstanding the assault of the dark illusion, leading to a mental breakdown and falling into unconsciousness? What has he experienced?”

Based on his observations, Headmaster Zhao speculated. How could Master Cong have entered the illusion and ended up fainting himself? Had he mistakenly entered his own dark illusion?

Even if that were the case, as a revered master, he should have overcome it long ago.

One by one, disciples began to collapse and faint, unable to withstand the onslaught of the dark illusion, their spirits shattered, then falling into unconsciousness. Among them were disciples of high cultivation, including Liu Shuqin.

And then there was Su Kexin, who didn’t last long before she fell. The Peach Blossom Garden was destroyed, and she had inexplicably stabbed Lin Nuo, the shock was simply too great.

As for Lin Nuo?

He had fallen early on, though not the fastest. There were some ‘three-second real men’ who wilted in just three seconds.

Of course, while others truly fell, he was feigning.

He had no dark illusion, or rather, he had long accepted the darkness; such minor secret techniques couldn’t touch him.

But he still had to make his act convincing. Master Cong had fallen, so he couldn’t stand; moreover, having fallen before Master Cong, he could blame it on the inner demon.

This was him passing the buck to himself.

The unconscious disciples were carried out, and the elders and masters performed techniques on them, trying to stabilize their emotions. After some rest, they gradually began to wake up. However, they would still remember everything from the dark illusion, those terrifying images vivid in their minds.

Thinking it was about time, Lin Nuo woke up, still feigning the panic one would have after encountering a nightmare demon.

“Master, senior brother…”

He heard the sobbing of a young girl beside him.

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