“Weak? Ahaha, ahaha, ahaha, ahaha! Don’t make me laugh—Molly is a hundred times stronger than you!”
A vicious hatred twisted across Molly’s face.
The more she looked at Samsara Tianqi, the more she disliked her.
Did this woman think she was still alive by her own merits?
She owed her life to Molly’s mercy!
Molly wanted to make Samsara Tianqi serve her; that was the only reason she hadn’t killed her on the spot.
She didn’t understand such an obvious truth.
She didn’t know how to be grateful, didn’t obediently become Molly’s subordinate.
Molly despised Samsara Tianqi’s foolishness.
So Molly made up her mind—to properly discipline this slave girl who didn’t know her place!
“Molly’s racial talent, [Sacred Beast of the Royal Sea Lineage], time to use it in full force!”
As she announced it, Molly attacked Samsara Tianqi.
She gathered seawater with her racial talent, forming a massive water sphere in front of her, brimming with terrifying power.
“Molly’s attack—will never lose!”
Molly summoned the sacred artifact of her clan.
It was a pristine white harp, carved with various images of emperor-class sea beasts.
The most striking of all was the sea dragon’s head at the base of the harp, mouth wide open and biting down on the strings.
“Give up your resistance for Molly! Resonate! Roar of the Sea Dragon!”
In Samsara Tianqi’s imagination, Molly should now play that harp like a musician, performing a beautiful melody—albeit one laced with lethal intent and immense danger.
But Molly’s actions were wholly unexpected.
She didn’t intend to play the harp-shaped clan artifact at all, for two very simple reasons: first, she knew nothing of music.
Second, her clan’s sacred artifact wasn’t meant to be played as an instrument!
For the moment Molly placed her hand on the harp, the dragon’s head—once just a carved ornament—suddenly burst forth with an eerie blue radiance, shimmering with golden hues.
Its eyes gleamed, glowing brighter and brighter.
The contours of the dragon’s head grew clearer and clearer.
In a matter of moments, it seemed to come alive, jaws gaping in a ferocious roar.
As its support vanished, the harp strings snapped one by one, turning into points of light and dissipating.
In the end, only the longest string remained.
With the strings gone, the harp’s wings stretched and elongated, the dragon’s head shifted from the base to the center.
It no longer gazed at the sky but now stared coldly at Molly herself, its predatory glare enough to make the timid collapse with terror.
At this point, Samsara Tianqi easily realized the true function of Molly’s clan artifact: a harp when played, but a bow in battle.
How unnecessary, she thought.
A harp should just be a harp, a bow a bow.
Mixing the two just to seem refined? So this is what the Sea Dragon Clan is like.
If her enemy were so simple, Samsara Tianqi wouldn’t be considering the use of that forbidden power.
Molly drew back the harp’s string, but there was no arrow between her fingers.
She aimed at the massive water sphere and loosed.
There should have been no effect—but the water sphere twisted, then burst apart in an instant, scattering into hundreds upon thousands of water streams that shot out in all directions.
Each stream could pierce steel with ease.
Molly wielded her racial talent to control seawater in battle, but it was not ordinary seawater.
It was Heavyfall Water from the oceanic secret realm.
Even a single drop of Heavyfall Water weighed as much as a great bronze cauldron, and the more there was, the heavier it became.
A single bowlful weighed a thousand catties; the Heavyfall Sea itself was a realm where only sea giants could walk.
Samsara Tianqi instinctively tried to dodge this attack.
She could see the gaps between the water streams.
Though many were flying at her, finding a safe zone wasn’t impossible.
Just as she began to move, Molly’s bow transformed again.
The wings contracted, the dragon’s head returned to the base, points of light gathered into new strings—the harp was restored.
Molly plucked each string, and the scattered streams froze in place.
Then, she pulled the strings the other way, and every stream twisted its path—all turning to aim at Samsara Tianqi.
Samsara Tianqi watched calmly.
She understood—there was no room to escape.
The first stream, like a powerful arrow, pierced the ground beneath her feet.
Thousands of water streams crashed down upon her like meteorites, engulfing her completely.
Dust and debris soared, and explosions rang out without pause.
“So what if it’s this much? You’d better start behaving, don’t you think!”
Molly sneered.
She wanted to see if Samsara Tianqi could still laugh now.
In the battle just now, she hadn’t felt the aura of any racial talent being activated.
In other words, Samsara Tianqi had taken her attack head-on once again.
If Samsara Tianqi showed that freakish vitality again, Molly was ready to consider hacking off her limbs and taking her away.
Frankly, she was rather looking forward to seeing that outcome.
“Molly is no offering! Foolish woman! You have no idea how powerful Molly truly is. You’re all like this, that’s why Molly hates Amidal.”
As the figure in the swirling dust began to come into focus, Molly declared her loathing for Amidal and began to speak of Amidal’s king, Spartacus—her former master.
Although she was determined to take revenge on Amidal, she still lacked the courage to face Spartacus directly.
She had once been his slave girl, meticulously trained by his hand.
If not for her mother’s death planting the seeds of vengeance in her heart, the specialized training for slave girls she’d received from him might have made her loyalty run so deep she would obey Spartacus unquestioningly, giving her all for that man until death.
In Molly’s memory, that man was the world’s most terrifying ‘Demon King,’ a master at the pinnacle of many fields—cold-blooded and merciless, though not without flaws.
“He was wrong. He never understood Molly’s worth!” If the title of [Sea God] had been hers, she wouldn’t have needed to rebel during the Great Revolution. Spartacus underestimated her potential, and now she would make him pay for it!
“You have no value at all.”
Samsara Tianqi walked out from the dust cloud, unscathed.
Her clothes were tattered, the holes clearly caused by Molly’s attack.
Another resurrection ability?
Molly frowned.
At the same time, two more water spheres formed at her side.
The enemy seemed impossible to kill, but Molly wanted to see the limits of Samsara Tianqi’s resurrection.
She hadn’t yet aimed for a fatal wound.
Now, she would find out: what would happen if she smashed Samsara Tianqi’s head to pieces!
“You really have angered Molly now.”
Molly put away the clan artifact and gathered seawater in her hands, shaping it into a blade.
She surged forward atop a wave that burst from the ground, charging at Samsara Tianqi and stabbing fiercely toward her heart.
To strike the biggest blow, one must ensure one’s own safety.
Riding the waves, Molly kept a close eye on Samsara Tianqi’s every move.
If she showed any sign of invoking her racial talent—especially the terrifying instant-death ability [Scales of Burial and Revival]—Molly would immediately alter her path and retreat to a safe distance.
Ten meters, five meters, one meter!
With every step closer, Molly felt the pressure mounting.
But when the two were nearly face to face, Molly suddenly felt relaxed.
It was time for Samsara Tianqi to unleash her ability.
Driven by her battle instincts, Molly encountered no resistance as she stabbed through Samsara Tianqi’s body.
Cold blood spurted from Tianqi’s chest, splashing all over Molly’s face.
She quickly retreated a dozen meters, focusing her entire aura on Samsara Tianqi’s every movement.
She’d struck home so many times, but her sense of unease only grew.
What was Samsara Tianqi really thinking?
Suddenly, Molly felt a bone-chilling cold.
She was stunned for a moment before she realized—the cold came from the blood on her face, all from Samsara Tianqi.
“How can a human’s blood be this cold?” Molly muttered in disbelief.
At the same time, the heart that had stopped beating now thudded once more.
Flesh and blood regrew, mending the gap—the bowl-sized wound on Samsara Tianqi’s chest quickly vanished.
Samsara Tianqi slowly raised her head, her eyes looking at Molly as if she were already a corpse.
She reached up and grabbed her own throat—crack—snapping her own neck.
“What, what are you doing! What are you doing!” At last, Molly was overtaken by fear at the bizarre scene before her.
She couldn’t make sense of it—Samsara Tianqi had just killed herself! Wasn’t that incredibly strange?
“What am I doing? I just need to die four times, that’s all.”
At some point, her head was upright again; her broken throat was perfectly restored.
Just seconds ago, Samsara Tianqi had been undeniably dead—yet now, she lived once more.
“Do you understand what it means to die?”
Samsara Tianqi walked toward Molly, and with every step she took, Molly backed away.
Molly was afraid now.
“I am His Highness Ryumion’s slave girl, [Master of Life and Death], Samsara Tianqi. The blood of the Netherworld Ghost Clan flows in my veins.”
“At this very moment, my alien bloodline has surpassed my human blood. This is racial demonization—the power of the Netherworld Ghost Clan has greatly increased within me.”
“For the Netherworld Ghost Clan, physical death is utterly meaningless.”
Once, half of Samsara Tianqi’s body was hideous beyond words.
Now, that state was spreading through her whole body.
Both her eyes were shrouded in a chaotic, swirling color.
“I am Amidal’s slave girl, so I must obey Amidal’s will and erase the traitor, Molly Singia, from this world.” Samsara Tianqi raised her demon hand, surging with crimson blood.
“Are you crazy? How far are you going to take this demonization!” Molly screamed, unable to endure it any longer.
She couldn’t let Samsara Tianqi continue.
“Are you going to be like that idiot? Letting your alien bloodline overpower your human blood, becoming a monster king with no emotion or memory! You—there’s no need to go this far! No reason to use this kind of power! Molly and you aren’t at the point of a fight to the death yet!”
Samsara Tianqi’s heart wavered.
She knew exactly who that “idiot” Molly spoke of was—the slave girl who had fought to the death for Amidal’s king during the Great Revolution three years ago.
Molly truly didn’t understand; to her, that slave girl was a very special person.
“To become the demon king of an alien race? No—all for Amidal’s sake. I have completely mastered this power. That’s the greatest difference between us.”
That slave girl had taught her: above racial talents, there exists a far more terrifying power.