The Last Primal

A large head was chopped off with blood flowing like a fountain.

Filled with spirit energy, a peak Martial Knight realm figure was using a long bladed saber and was fighting against four other robed figures in an intense fight.

Several corpses laid on the ground with warm blood still flowing – it was clear that they hadn't died long ago.

On the side of the battlefield, a beautiful young girl stood. She wore a large, baggy white robe and had a veil as well as a large hood covering over her face and head. She was clapping as she smiled brightly.

"You are so amazing! Another bad guy is dead thanks to you!"

"Miss, don't worry. I will definitely protect you!" The peak Martial Knight realm man who was fighting against four people turned and said to the girl in white.

"Dhan Hoyier, have you gone completely mad?!" Opposite him, a man shouted.

"The person behind you is pure evil, a bonafide demoness! Don't be bewitched by her and lose yourself!"

"Senior Brother Dahn, why are we fighting amongst ourselves? It's not too late if we capture this evil witch first before taking a taste ourselves of her later!" Another martial warrior defended against Dhan Hoyier's saber and remarked while panting.

"There's no need to say more. He's already bewitched by the demoness and has lost his mind completely. Don't hesitate and just kill him!" An older, more respectful looking Martial Artist among the four said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing that, the four of them were extremely decisive and used their killing moves one after another, killing Dhan Hoyier on the spot!

The older figure turned around and walked towards the girl in white without concealing the wanton lust in his eyes. In an instant, his previous stout and heroic posture crumbled revealing the truth hiding within.

"Miss Demoness, do not worry. I can promise you that I will definitely take good care of you once you're in my hands! Hahaha!"

The girl in white did not retreat, nor did she cower before that hideous taunt and stood there pitifully. Sweeping her gentle gaze across the four of them, she said tearfully.

"But, there's only one of me and there are four of you guys…"

"Hmm… Is that so?"

Suddenly, the older martial artist's gaze turned cold as he remarked icily. "In that case, I will kill them all! None can stand before our-"

*Blurt!*

Just as he was about to turn around, a long sword protruded from his chest and fresh blood dripped.

In an instant, blood faded from the lusty old man's face and his eyes regained their clarity. However, it was already all too late.

"Senior Brother Lonn, you want to enjoy her all for yourself!"

Behind the older martial artist that had its life rapidly draining from his body stood a young man with his long silver sword extended. His eyes were maniacal as he shouted with a frenzied, crazed expression.

"You can't have her! She is mine! Don't fight with me for her!"

"Madness!"

"Crazy! All of you have gone crazy!"

Another martial artist declared coldly with widened eyes.

"How dare you forget about our relationship as sect mates just for a measly woman! Since that's the case, I will punish you on behalf of the sect!"

*CLANG!* *CLANG!* *CLANG!*

The remaining three younger martial artists fought amongst one another, completely losing themselves. Neither of them seemed to realize during their bloody brawl that they have all long since fallen under the control of this mysterious white robed woman. They never realized that her pitiful, sorrowful sobbing display was nothing but a mere show before, and that her real self was truly just as they feared….

Before long, two of them were lying in a pool of blood. They only regained stupor right before dying, but it was all too late.

The last person  of the group that originally had five brave men had stood alone as his mind had fallen to the deepest pits of despair. In that very last moment realization dawned upon him but it was all too late. Unable to handle the sudden sorrow and pain of committing such an atrocious act, he was distraught and committed suicide on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, the remaining four cultivators were all dead!

As for the girl in white, she did not move at all and was watching coldly from the sidelines right from the beginning with a faint hint of mockery in her eyes.

That was a true effortless victory! She played these mortal men like fools with such ease!

Right at that moment a voice came from behind.

"Greetings, miss!"

Not far away, a polite proclamation sounded. The tone was gentle, carrying no malice in its short journey towards the mysterious woman.

Yet his next words stunned the woman.

"Young miss, I have to tell you that throughout my long journey you are one of the most terrifying monsters of them all. With such a vicious heart I am certain that you will never reach redemption and will suffer at the deepest pits of the Abyss.

Still, as being an honest and religious man before I send you on your last journey, I will give you the opportunity to come clean and repent so that there might be a sliver of hope left for you in the afterlife or in the next one!"

When she heard that voice, the girl in white frowned and turned towards it.

Not far away, a huge demonic beast a few dozen feet tall strode over slowly. It had a tiger's body, the face of what seemed to be a bareskin, a human face, short sharp claws and fangs as well a thick furred tail. Possessing a violent gaze, it exuded a feral aura!

"Huh?"

The girl in the white's expression changed slightly beneath her hood and veil as she pursed her cherry lips and remarked silently.

"It's one of them… Those abominations…"

The so-called abominations were actually an artificial race created through forsaken experiments a long time ago. Their masters, long since purged from this realm, have gained their freedom, yet retained their extremely vicious, cruel natures.

The strange, horrendous creature was a pure-blooded ferocious beast that resembled a bipedal tiger in shape. With a violent nature and immense strength, it was extremely powerful.

Corpses soaked in blood dangled on the vicious creature's waist in a terrifying manner as the stench of blood filled the place.

Although some of them had died a long time ago and were dried up, they still exuded a pungent smell.

Those that were not dried up flowed with fresh blood that dripped on the ground.

There were around a dozen or so corpses hanging from the creature's waist; it was clear that they were from different factions judging from their varied attire.

The tiger-like creature swayed its strong tail and along with it, the dozens of corpses swayed in midair, giving off a nauseating stench of rotting corpses!

The girl in white's eyes were filled with a momentary flash of disgust. Even though there were many pure-blooded ferocious beasts in this ancient world, none of them could form their own Inner Cores and as such, they naturally could not speak or articulate themselves in any of the world's languages, much less the common.

Still, there was someone else who spoke earlier!

A bald figure that was barefooted sat on the tiger monster's head. Draped in golden lavish robes, the person's eyes were bright and his face shone brilliantly.

The dozens of corpses around his ride's waist formed a sea of blood and corpses as the strange figure seemed like a mighty Emperor with divine strength, untainted in the midst of everything!

This was someone with the power to tame pure-blooded ferocious beasts!

The girl squinted his eyes as she measured the stranger for a brief moment.

"Are you… a priest from the Palace?"

The girl in white gazed at the sect badge on the monk's waist and recognized his background. Blinking her beautiful eyes, she had already stealthily released her flirtatious bewitchment secret skill of her sect, the Pure Maidens Sect.

The girl in white was none other than the chosen heir, the Young Mistress of the Pure Maidens Sect.

Smiling brightly, she asked.

"How may I address you, respectable one?"

"You can call me Jor Har."

The golden robed priest was expressionless and unmoved. The young mistress's bewitchment seemed to have absolutely no effect on him at all!

"Reverend Jor Har."

Pitifully, the girl in white asked.

"As someone standing with all the holy of the world, the Ancient One's pure blooded servant, why do you not have any compassion at all? How could you spout such venomous words of cursing me to the deepest pits of the Abyss?"

The girl in white's eyes had a trace of bewitchment that could stir one's heart. That was the result of pushing Pure Maidens Sect's secret skill to its limits!

A secret, ultimate technique, the [Bewitching Eye]! It was a skill that could bewitch and was said to be able to seduce any living creature below the Martial Grandmaster realm!