Reincarnated as a Mosquito, I Sucked the Reborn Empress to Tears

BZZZ, BZZZ!

Who else could this little black dot be?

None other than the Contracted Beast of The Only Beast Taming Empress in Ancient and Modern Times… the most handsome mosquito in history, Chu Sheng.

On the eaves of the tavern, beneath a roof tile.

Chu Sheng did his utmost to conceal his aura, stuffing his entire body into the crevice. Only half of his tiny head poked out as he secretly peeked outside.

Jeez, what a spectacle.

’Tsk, tsk,’ Chu Sheng marveled to himself. ’Is this how Emperor Realm experts fight? Creating a whole separate world just for a one-on-one duel?’

So, how did Chu Sheng get in here?

We have to go back to what happened just a moment ago!

When the Purple Nether Demon Lord descended and used its Power to suppress the entire area, preventing anyone from flying, Chu Sheng had fallen along with everyone else.

But in the exact instant Feng Wuji appeared, threw out that wine gourd, and forcefully unfurled his own Power…

The Purple Nether Demon Lord’s Forbidden Air Domain had slackened for a split second.

To others, that split second might have been completely unnoticeable.

But to Chu Sheng, a favored child of the Space Law, it was like a thousand-watt lightbulb switching on in the dead of night.

’An opportunity!’

Without a second thought, he instinctively activated [Boundless Wings], performing a short-range Instant Teleportation and sticking himself right onto Feng Wuji’s back.

And just like that, he was “packaged” along with Great Xia’s Eighth Emperor into this world of Power called “Drunken Life, Dreamy Death.”

So, what did he come in here for?

Duh. To cash in on the situation, of course!

Fortune favors the bold!

This was a real, no-holds-barred brawl between two Emperor Realm experts. A battle of this caliber was a once-in-a-century sight.

’If one of them gets killed, that corpse… Tsk, tsk. I can’t even imagine how much Life Essence I could recover.’

’And at the very least, it’s good to watch experts trade blows and learn a thing or two.’

Just as Chu Sheng was running through his own little calculations, the situation below changed once again.

The Purple Nether Demon Lord, having been trapped for a while, seemed to have finally run out of patience.

Its cold eyes stared fixedly at Feng Wuji by the tavern entrance as a cold, harsh voice, like the grinding of metal, echoed throughout the space.

It was actually speaking the language of Great Xia!

“Human.”

“Do you really think this paltry Power of yours can trap me?”

The moment the words fell.

BOOM!

The purple-black mist surrounding the tavern suddenly began to boil violently, as if it had been injected with stimulants!

The mist, which had been slowly churning, now transformed into raging tidal waves, crashing madly against the tavern’s invisible barrier, one after another.

The entire desert became an ocean of purple mist, and the tavern, a lone island.

The entire world of Power shook violently from the force, seeming as if it could collapse at any moment.

Feng Wuji’s face visibly paled a shade.

He let out a cold snort, his body emitting an ethereal yet domineering Realm that acted like an anchor, staunchly protecting the tavern, this final sanctuary.

But anyone could see he was struggling to hold on.

The purple-black mist represented the Purple Nether Demon Lord’s Power, filled with a corrosive and assimilating force.

Feng Wuji’s Power, on the other hand, was geared more toward rules and order.

In a direct clash of pure strength, he was clearly at a disadvantage.

Like specters, the purple-black mist began to seep in, bit by bit, through the cracks in the door and windows.

Wherever the mist passed, the tavern’s quaint tables and chairs rapidly decayed, disintegrated, and turned to dust, as if weathered by a thousand years.

Feng Wuji swayed, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth as he retreated step by step.

’It worked.’

Seeing this, a cruel smile appeared on the Purple Nether Demon Lord’s ugly face.

It took a step forward, its massive body squeezing directly into the tavern.

BOOM!

The entire tavern let out a groan, unable to bear the strain. Dust rained down from the rafters, and it looked as if the building would fall apart in the next second.

The Purple Nether Demon Lord advanced step by step, while Feng Wuji retreated step by step, his face growing ever paler.

On the roof, Chu Sheng’s heart pounded as he watched.

’You’ve got to be kidding me. He can’t hold on already?’

’If Feng Wuji dies, I’m done for too.’

…

Under the assault of the purple mist, the already dilapidated tavern was now little more than a skeleton.

With every step the Purple Nether Demon Lord took, Feng Wuji retreated one. His earlier nonchalance was now replaced by a disheveled and horrified look!

Just like that.

The Purple Nether Demon Lord advanced step by step to the very center of the tavern. The entire tower was now almost completely filled with purple mist, making it seem as if the Demon Lord was the true master of this world.

But.

At that very moment.

A terrifying glint of light suddenly shot out from the slightly drunken eyes of the seemingly weakened Feng Wuji!

Not only did he stop retreating, but he grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

“Finally, you took the bait!”

’What?’

The Purple Nether Demon Lord’s heart skipped a beat as a powerful sense of unease washed over it.

But it was too late.

Feng Wuji violently stomped his foot.

VMMMMM—!!!

A blindingly brilliant golden light erupted with him at its center!

In the golden light, the entire dilapidated tavern transformed at an incredible speed.

The rotten wood, the peeling walls—all of it vanished.

In its place stood a magnificent, stately golden pagoda!

The body of the pagoda was covered in densely packed golden runes, and a vast, righteous aura capable of suppressing all creation filled every inch of its space.

Under this golden light, the purple-black mist that had just seeped in met its nemesis. It made a SIZZLING sound as it was rapidly purified and expelled.

At the same time.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

From the four walls of the pagoda, countless chains formed from golden runes materialized out of thin air. Like living spirit snakes, they instantly bound the stunned Purple Nether Demon Lord tight.

“ROAR—!!!”

The Purple Nether Demon Lord let out an enraged roar, struggling frantically to break free from the chains.

But it was useless.

The chains seemed to be the personification of some supreme law; the more it struggled, the tighter they became.

“Heh.”

Feng Wuji wiped the blood from his mouth. Looking at the trapped Purple Nether Demon Lord, his lazy, nonchalant expression returned.

“I’ll say it again. No ugly freaks allowed in my tavern.”

“If you get in, you die.”

“And now, I’m the one in charge here.”

Feng Wuji formed a hand seal, and the golden light within the pagoda intensified. Countless golden flames ignited from nothing, beginning to incinerate the Purple Nether Demon Lord’s body.

However, just when Feng Wuji thought victory was in his grasp…

…the Purple Nether Demon Lord, engulfed in golden flames, didn’t scream in agony. Instead, it let out a low, strange laugh.

“Heheheh… You lowly member of the Human Race, did you really think I was unaware of your filthy little schemes?”

Before its voice had even faded…

…its body, which had been bound by the chains, suddenly swelled!

RIP! RIP!

From beneath its ribs, it brutally tore through its own flesh and grew two brand-new arms!

Those two arms ignored the distance between them, stretching out abruptly to grab Feng Wuji, who stood not far away!

Its sharp claws dug deep into Feng Wuji’s flesh.

Waves of incomparably pure purple demonic energy surged madly into Feng Wuji’s body through the wounds!