Chapter 188: The Ultimate 'Evil'

Boom!

Bai Kong’s brutal strike sent Yufemia crashing through the wall, her body skidding across the ruined corridor before finally coming to a halt. Shattered debris rained from the ceiling, broken pipes spewing thick clouds of steam that swallowed her form whole.

Just as her silhouette vanished into the mist, streaks of silver light sliced through the vapor—countless slender threads lashing out at Bai Kong with deadly precision.

Amid the dissipating steam, Yufemia stood poised, her hands weaving a web of shimmering silver-white silk. Her face was grim, her waist-length silver hair plastered to her body with sweat. Her elegant figure, now drenched in exertion, seemed almost ethereal—except for the cold fire burning in her purple eyes.

If one were to judge only by this moment, without recalling what came before—then it was Bai Kong, with his wicked grin, who looked every bit the true villain.

"Is that all you've got?" Bai Kong sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. With effortless ease, he caught the silver silk mid-attack in one hand.

Yufemia’s eyes flashed with cold resolve. "Don’t get too confident yet."

As she spoke, the silk in his grip began to vibrate violently, emitting a high-pitched, grating hum. She had planned to sever his hand with the sheer force of the resonance.

But then—Bai Kong did something utterly unexpected.

He stared down at the trembling thread in his hand, ignored the immense cutting pressure, and slowly grinned—so wide his lips nearly split his face. A terrifying, feral smile.

In Yufemia’s widening eyes, Bai Kong lifted the silver thread to his mouth and bit down.

Crunch. Crunch.

After a few deliberate chews, he grimaced, spitting out a fragment.

"Tastes like spoiled grapes. Not good at all."

He tilted his head toward her, his voice light, almost playful.

"But I bet you taste better. After all, you're a little spider from the Void—what kind of flavor do you think you'd have? I imagine it’d be far more satisfying than these scraps full of barely-there Stellar Energy."

Yufemia’s spine turned to ice.

She—a noble Stellar Beast Intelligent Species—was just… food to him?

The thought sent a shiver of pure terror through her. Her fingers instinctively brushed her neck.

There, on her pale, slender throat, remained a vivid, purple handprint—the mark Bai Kong had left moments ago.

The threat was undeniable.

Her expression hardened, her breathing shallow.

Bai Kong tilted his head, smirked, then yanked hard on the silk still clinging to his arm.

The sudden pull caught Yufemia off guard. She’d wrapped the other end around her thigh, and now, the force dragged her forward. Her claw-like feet screeched across the floor, and the silk, taut and unyielding, dug into her thigh, leaving deep, red rings.

But Bai Kong didn’t keep pulling. He stopped just in time.

Yufemia halted, trembling.

And Bai Kong? His eyes held no pity—only amusement. The gleam of a child playing with a toy.

After all, against him, Yufemia wasn’t even a match for a single strand of silver hair from that one silver-haired man.

But as a toy… and as food… she was, at least, passable.

So he didn’t mind playing a little.

But now, even with his obvious restraint, she was still hesitating—dragging her feet.

Bai Kong’s patience snapped.

"Get on with it. You’re just a meal. I don’t have time for children’s games."

Meal?

Yufemia’s eye twitched. The humiliation burned like fire.

No more hesitation.

She would make him pay—in blood.

Her back legs snapped straight, spreading wide. Their tips gleamed with lethal precision.

She planted her feet on the web behind her, using the recoil of the silk to launch herself forward.

Mid-air, silver-white threads erupted from every part of her body, flooding the space around Bai Kong—cutting off every possible escape route.

But Bai Kong didn’t move.

He didn’t dodge.

Instead, he yawned—bored, almost indifferent—as the silk wrapped around him, binding his limbs, his torso, his neck—tightening like a trap.

Yufemia’s heart leapt.

He’s caught.

Panic and fury surged through her. Her eyes sharpened, her body tensed.

Ten Blade Style — Chaos Blades!

Her eight legs and two hands, now wielding long, jagged blades, became a storm of flashing light—striking at Bai Kong’s frail-looking flesh with everything she had.

But once again, the same impossible scene unfolded.

Her blades—capable of slicing through steel—scraped harmlessly against his skin.

Not a scratch.

Not a drop of blood.

Yufemia’s pupils contracted in shock.

"H-How…?"

"How not?" Bai Kong’s voice was calm.

Then—snap!—he tore through the silk binding him, vanishing in a blur.

In an instant, he was before her.

Instinct took over. Her remaining five legs lashed out, spearing toward his eyes.

If she couldn’t breach his body, she’d strike at the most vulnerable point.

But Bai Kong wasn’t even fazed.

He caught one of her legs mid-stab—then ripped it clean off.

Crack.

Yufemia screamed—raw, agonizing, soul-shattering.

Pain. Fear. The crushing weight of death.

She scrambled back, desperate, her body shaking, her mind screaming to flee.

Bai Kong didn’t follow.

He looked down at the severed leg in his hand, then brought it to his mouth.

Crunch. Crunch.

The sound of chewing echoed through the ruined hall.

He chewed slowly, smiling.

And watched her.

Yufemia trembled from head to toe.

This… wasn’t the gentle, naive Stellar Prodigy from before.

This was something else.

A monster—born from the depths of Hell.

"Y-You’re not Chen Kong," she whispered, voice trembling. "Who… are you?"

"Spit it out," Bai Kong said, flicking a shred of silver from his lips. His tone was laced with scorn. "When did I ever say I was that waste?"

He shook his head, feigning disappointment.

"Pathetic. So weak. Your silk. Your Stellar Remains. Everything about you—all of it—is just… weak."

Yufemia’s face twisted in horror.

Then—flash.

Bai Kong vanished.

One moment he was there.

The next—he was in front of her.

She reacted on instinct, her five remaining legs lashing out, aiming for his eyes.

But she was too slow.

Too late.

(End of Chapter)

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