The woman instantly pointed her gun at Murat.
Bang! Bang!
Gunshots echoed through the air. Murat instinctively dodged, but the bullet still grazed his shoulder. Bursting with raw power, his massive, muscular frame threw a heavy punch. However, the woman leaped away with incredible agility; Murat’s powerful strike slammed directly into the concrete road, cracking it open.
"Everyone! Stand ready!" Murat roared.
Murat’s squad pulled out their axes and long rifles. But suddenly, Oliver’s men poured out from the wooden house. Now, both factions stood on the street, locked in a tense standoff, ready for war.
Oliver stepped out wearing a kimono. His face was drop-dead gorgeous, framed by long white hair, with a striking red flower tucked neatly behind his ear.
"Hahaha, long time no see, Murat!" Oliver greeted.
Oliver’s voice was soft and gentle, practically indistinguishable from a genuine woman’s. Murat stood there slack-jawed, his eyes wide in disbelief.
"Huh?! Oliver, do you... have breasts?" Murat asked, completely bewildered.
Oliver bit his ring finger, which was painted in a vivid shade of red.
"Wanna try them out?" Oliver teased playfully.
Murat shook his head furiously.
"Hell no, I don’t like girls!" Murat asserted.
In an instant, Oliver’s pretty face twisted into absolute annoyance.
"Attack!" Oliver bellowed.
His voice shifted completely, turning insanely badass, deep, and fierce, sounding just like a hardened military general.
The two sides clashed violently. In the chaos of battle, Oliver strutted toward Murat with swaying hips. Murat, however, was already locked into his boxing stance, bobbing and weaving left and right, ready to unleash a heavy punch. A swift fist flew straight toward Oliver’s beautiful face, but Oliver nimbly ducked and kicked Murat’s arm away with his sleek, sexy leg.
"I’m freaking confused, are you a woman or a man?!" Murat yelled out.
Murat threw another barrage of punches, but Oliver moved at blistering speed. His arms and legs scrambled up Murat’s massive, muscular body, landing a decisive kick straight to his face. Murat’s bulky frame flew backward, rolling violently across the hard concrete road.
Oliver landed gracefully, showing off his thigh, crossing his arms over his chest to prop up his large, fair, and round bust.
Murat dragged himself up slowly, his eyes rolling back as blood trickled down his forehead. Consumed by sheer rage, he grit his teeth so hard they clicked. He leaned forward slightly, took a breath, and roared.
"Guns’ Hand!"
Instantly, both of his arms spun at extreme speed, blasting shattered concrete debris directly at Oliver. The attack missed Oliver, but the stray shrapnel slammed straight into his subordinates and pulverized several wooden houses nearby.
Oliver snapped into a deeper fury. Charging forward with explosive momentum, he leaped into the air and hurled a flying kick toward Murat.
Brak!
Murat was sent flying once again.
Refusing to give him room to breathe, Oliver sprinted forward again and leaped high into the air, ready to deliver a crushing finisher right to Murat’s face from above. But out of nowhere, his body froze. He couldn’t move a single muscle, suspended helplessly mid-air.
Mozan and Dira had finally arrived. Unbothered by the chaos, Mozan casually fanned himself with a fan made of peacock feathers.
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Mozan paused for a moment, then spoke in a thunderous voice.
"Down!"
Swosh! Brak!
Oliver crashed down so violently onto the ground that it created a massive crater with widespread cracks. He vomited blood, gazing weakly up at the blue sky above. Gathering his remaining strength, he clenched his fist and placed it over his chest. His female soul was completely shattered.
"Goddess, I am so exhausted... trying to act like a freak. Everyone even sees me as a true man, when in reality I am just a weak woman. Help me, Goddess..." Oliver whispered in deep pain.
Mozan approached with a cold smirk. He stared in satisfaction at Oliver’s helpless body, whose torn clothing revealed her feminine curves down to her undergarments.
Beside him, Old Man Dira stared at the sight with his mouth agape in utter shock.
"What?! She is a woman?! She is really a woman?!" Old Man Dira exclaimed in disbelief.
Mozan looked down at his raised hand. Instantly, Mozan’s arm transformed into a hideous demon claw, ready to swoop down and seize Oliver’s body.
However, as his arm shot down toward the ruined crater where Oliver lay, something strange happened. Mozan’s demon arm was suddenly wrapped in a cluster of ethereal lotus flowers.
His movement ground to a halt right before he could reach Oliver.
"This...?" Mozan muttered in confusion.
Then from high up in the sky, an elegant yet commanding voice echoed across the battlefield.
"Mozan, so you are still alive?"
Mozan instantly snapped his head upward.
"He Xiangu!" Mozan growled.
A breathtaking woman in a spotless white goddess robe accented with gold stood regally atop a floating white lotus flower. Her face was fair and flawless, her long black hair cascading beautifully under a brilliant, glowing crown.
Oliver, seeing the arrival of Goddess He Xiangu, summoned her remaining energy to pay her respects.
"Greetings to the Lotus Goddess!" Oliver said, bowing low.
He Xiangu gently flicked her hand. Instantly, Oliver’s tattered clothes returned to normal, and her spiritual energy was fully restored. Oliver leaped out of the crater, now standing tall and upright beneath the Goddess’s protection.
"Xiangu! Why are you meddling in this?!" Mozan barked in fury.
The Goddess looked down at Mozan coldly.
"Hahaha, you have harmed my devotees. For what reason would I not help them?" Goddess He Xiangu replied.
Mozan grew even more enraged. Demonic aura erupted violently from his body.
"To hell with that! Today, I will kill you!" Mozan roared.
Mozan shot forward like a lethal arrow, his demon claw tearing through the air to rip Goddess He Xiangu apart. The Goddess was quick to react, immediately drawing her demon-slaying sword.
An epic battle broke out. The clear sky suddenly turned pitch black, thick with crackling bolts of lightning.
Mozan launched a relentless barrage of attacks.
"Today, I will make sure you die by my hand! You weak Goddess! Hahaha!" Mozan laughed madly.
The intensity of the battle skyrocketed. A heavy strike from Mozan even sent Goddess He Xiangu flying back, smashing into and destroying one of the wooden houses below.
Duar!
Mozan did not give her a single second to catch her breath. But as Mozan charged forward at extreme speed, his body was suddenly wrapped tight by golden magical vines and lotus stems belonging to Goddess He Xiangu.
The Goddess soared high into the air, took a breath, and unleashed her sword technique.
"Sky-Splitting Sword!"
Swosh!
Mozan raised his right arm to block the massive wave of energy. However, the force of the attack was so overwhelming that it pushed Mozan back continuously... until he slammed hard into the side of a nearby hill.
Duar!
With a sharp gaze and heavy breaths, Goddess He Xiangu knew she had no choice but to go all out. The Goddess closed her eyes, clutching her sword with both hands in front of her chest.
Instantly, behind the pitch-black sky, a blinding golden light burst forth. Thousands of golden light swords hovered in the air, then plunged down relentlessly into the hole in the hill where Mozan was buried.
Swosh! Swosh! Swosh!
Brak!
The Goddess began to feel exhausted. She slowly brought her feet down to rest on the concrete floor of Lotus City. Oliver rushed over, holding the Goddess’s shoulder in deep concern.
"Goddess, you are severely injured!" Oliver cried out anxiously.
The Goddess tried to soothe Oliver in a gentle voice.
"It is alright... I will recover soon."
Boom!
The hill pinned under thousands of golden swords suddenly exploded with violent force. A thick, oppressive demonic aura surged out, filling the entire atmosphere.
From behind the cloud of dust, Mozan emerged once more now completely transformed into his true form. His eyes glowed crimson red, his mouth was lined with razor-sharp fangs, and his body was draped in traditional demon clan robes. A pair of massive bat wings flapped rhythmically, driving strong gusts of wind across the land, while a pair of curved goat-like horns completed his terrifying, perfect demon form.
"Xiangu, do not blame me if you die today!" Mozan threatened in a deep, reverberating voice.
Gong!
Suddenly, the deep ring of a massive divine bell reverberated from high up in the heavens.
Gong!
The powerful sound stunned everyone on the battlefield. They all tilted their heads toward the sky, including Mozan, whose demonic face now twisted with utter frustration.
The dark clouds shifted rapidly, swirling into a massive circle in the heavens. From the center of the vortex, a beam of pure, blinding golden light pierced through the gloom, locking directly onto Mozan.
Above the demon, a colossal golden bell materialized, radiating an overwhelming divine pressure. The golden shockwave crashed down, instantly forcing Mozan’s dark aura to its knees and making him cough up black blood.
Mozan’s eyes widened in sheer horror, gripped by a primal fear he had never felt before.
"The Eastern Emperor Bell?!" Mozan gasped in utter panic, his voice trembling violently.
Gong!
The deep toll of the divine bell echoed once again, cracking his demonic horns. Realizing he was standing on the brink of death, Mozan beat his wings frantically and fled at blinding speed.
However, before he could escape, a flash of white light streaked across the sky. Goddess He Xiangu instantly appeared right in front of Mozan, blocking his path.
"Where do you think you’re going?!" Goddess He Xiangu barked coldly.