Revelation of the Way of Heaven

Chapter 142 Transformation

"What nonsense are you talking about? Uncle will be fine." Looking at the little girl, Qin Xiaochuan softened his tone and reached out to pat her head, saying, "Don't worry, Auntie and the others will come to rescue us soon, and then we'll be safe."

"Really? Then Uncle, please don't let Xiaoying leave again, okay?" The little girl asked happily.

Seeing how happy she was, Qin Xiaochuan didn't know how to respond for a moment.

He didn't know how long it would take for Han Kexin and the others to arrive. He couldn't let the little girl be in any danger before then, otherwise all the words he said in front of Han Kexin would have been for nothing.

Just as he was racking his brains trying to figure out how to get the little girl to leave obediently, Kawamoto Taro's cold voice came from the other side: "You two don't need to waste your time. I told you, neither of you can escape." Just as he finished speaking, a cloud of white mist rose up from beneath their feet once again.

"This!" Qin Xiaochuan instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late. The familiar heaviness under his feet came again.

"How could this be?" At this moment, he was filled with nothing but astonishment, completely unable to understand how this cloud of mist had appeared. Kawamoto Taro was clearly so far away from the two of them, far beyond the attack range of ordinary skills. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have been able to attack him.

Was it because the opponent's skill had a unique attack range? At that moment, his gaze fell on the giant demon mask not far away, and he was shocked, instantly understanding why the mist could reach his feet silently.

Yes, it must be because of this demon mask. Kawamoto Taro clearly summoned it back just now, but now it's running back in front of the two of them.

Qin Xiaochuan now realized that he had underestimated the Ghost Mask, thinking it could only use the "Steam Bomb" skill. Now it seemed that the Ghost Mask was like a clone of Kawamoto, capable of using all of Kawamoto's skills. Not only that, the Matryoshka doll that was originally next to Kawamoto had also disappeared. Could it be that the Ghost Mask and the Matryoshka doll were the same thing?

However, their functions seem to be completely different; one is used to absorb skills and items, while the other is used to cast skills.

A glint flashed in Qin Xiaochuan's eyes; he felt he had finally seen through the essence of Kawamoto Taro's skills.

"Damn it!" he cursed himself inwardly, wondering why he hadn't noticed sooner. The mist had already reached his waist, and by then it was too late to do anything.

"This really saved me a lot of effort," Kawamoto Taro said smugly. "This time, all your spiritual power will belong to me. But don't worry, this time I won't let you suffer too much loneliness. I'll let the wooden demon absorb the spiritual power as soon as possible, hahaha." Kawamoto Taro laughed as he recalled the demon mask, and the wooden doll reappeared in his hand. Just as Qin Xiaochuan had guessed, the two were indeed the same thing.

"Are you ready?" Kawamoto laughed coldly, and the puppet grew larger and larger with his laughter.

Is this really the end for him? Qin Xiaochuan couldn't help but clench his fists tightly. He hadn't felt anything when he was arrested, but now that Xiaoying was also involved, he felt particularly regretful and unwilling.

He looked at the little girl next to him and saw that she was looking down, her small right hand tightly gripping her red imperial edict belt, and her whole body seemed to be trembling.

Seeing the little girl like this,

He felt a pang of heartache and couldn't help but comfort her, saying, "Xiaoying, don't be afraid..."

His words abruptly stopped, because I saw Xiaoying, who had been 'fearing,' suddenly raise her head, glare angrily at Kawamoto Taro, and shout loudly, "Didn't I tell you not to take Uncle Kawamoto away?"

Like a thunderbolt exploding in his mind, Qin Xiaochuan stared blankly at Xiaoying. She, she actually...

He never imagined that this usually gentle and lovely little girl would say such a thing. Although she was only nine years old and her voice still carried the innocence of a child, that clear roar made a fire rise in his chest.

"Xiaoying, you..." He felt a strange emotion about to burst forth from his chest, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't utter a single word.

"I won't let anyone take you away again." The little girl's voice was a bit low. She didn't look at him when she said this, but stared intently at Kawamoto Taro in front of her. This made Qin Xiaochuan a little worried, and he said, "Xiaoying..."

"Tear!" Suddenly, the sound of tearing fabric interrupted his words. Then, something seemed to stick out from behind Xiaoying. Before he could react, the thing opened with a "bang." It turned out to be a pair of silver bat wings, which were gently flapping behind the little girl.

At the same time, the little girl tilted her head up towards Kawamoto, and only then did he notice that her two pupils had turned completely blood red, and two sharp fangs had grown out of her open mouth.

The sharp fangs were now gleaming with a cold, eerie light, easily evoking images of certain blood-soaked nights.

"This is the true form of the Blood Witch Clan!" Qin Xiaochuan stared blankly at Xiaoying's somewhat ferocious face, unable to utter another word.

"Tsk tsk." A cold laugh suddenly came from Kawamoto Taro's mouth across from him. "I never expected that my opponent would be a Blood Witch Clan. Judging from the color of these bat wings, could it be..." He hesitated slightly at the end of his sentence.

"But so what if you're a Blood Witch?" Kawamoto Taro continued, "You're not the only one who can transform."

As Kawamoto Taro spoke, his narrow, slender eyes gradually transformed into vertical, flat pupils. Not only that, his body also grew longer and longer, and a layer of black scales appeared on it. In no time, he had transformed into a python as thick as a water bucket.

This, this, this...

Looking at everything before him, Qin Xiaochuan didn't know what words to use to express his feelings. He only felt that his worldview had completely collapsed at this moment.

These things actually happened—things that only exist in myths!

monster!

Kawamoto Taro, now a python, crouched down and stared coldly at the two with his icy eyes, his red forked tongue constantly darting around his snout.

"This is truly exhilarating!" Kawamoto Taro's excited voice continued to emanate from the snake's mouth. "The Blood Witch Clan and the Demon Clan have been fighting for thousands of years. I never expected to encounter a Blood Witch Clan member as my opponent here. I can't wait to devour you whole."

Looking at the snake demon opposite her, Xiao Ying flapped her wings and flew up from the white mist. She then stopped in mid-air, facing Kawamoto Taro, holding the Zhu Chi ribbon in her hands. Then, her earnest yet childish voice came coldly from the air: "By the sacred mission of the Blood Witch Clan, I, in the name of Princess Xiao Ying of the Blood Witch Clan, hereby eliminate the remnants of the demon race."

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