Transmigrated As A Cannon Fodder Sacrifice, I Tricked An Evil God Into Becoming My Live-In Husband - Chapter 32

The air in the Martial Arts Arena seemed to solidify into a tangible substance.

The referee elder’s voice, imbued with spiritual energy, struck each person’s heart with crystal clarity.

Sect Competition Finals!

Pill Peak, Zheng Qiuyu’s husband, Zhuohuo!

Versus, Heavenly Star City, Baili Fusu!

The moment the words fell, the entire arena fell into a deathly silence. This was immediately followed by a deafening roar that shook the heavens. Countless gazes, a mix of curiosity, fear, and anticipation, converged on the two figures standing on the platform.

Baili Fusu seemed oblivious to the surrounding clamor.

He strode forward, his posture as straight and unwavering as a pine tree, and stood at the very center of the Martial Arts Arena.

Yet his gaze bypassed Zhuohuo, who stood before him, and locked directly onto Zheng Qiuyu’s face. His eyes shone with an almost martyr-like fervor, brimming with self-pitying compassion.

Immortal Zheng, he declared, his voice clear and resonant.

The world is blinded by appearances, but only I understand the suffering in your heart.

You need no longer force a smile, no longer endure this humiliation!

Baili Fusu’s voice suddenly soared, his tone impassioned and heroic, as if he were about to single-handedly save the world.

Today, I, Baili Fusu, will free you from these demonic clutches and restore your freedom!

I will show you that true love still exists in this world—not this twisted imprisonment!

This earth-shattering declaration sent the entire viewing platform into an uproar.

What… what is he saying?

A bride-snatching? He’s trying to steal someone’s wife right in front of her husband!

Has he gone mad?! That’s Zhuohuo!

Zheng Qiuyu barely managed to maintain her composure, inwardly cursing Baili Fusu a thousand times over.

You incompetent fool! You’re more trouble than you’re worth!

Behind her, Zhuohuo’s body stiffened abruptly.

His chaotic, hollow eyes slowly lifted, locking onto Baili Fusu with a deathly gaze. A low, guttural growl rumbled from deep within his throat, like a massive beast grinding its teeth.

Buzz!

The black Love Gu chain at the center of his brow flickered wildly, almost dripping with ink-like darkness.

An ancient, savage aura—a terrifying presence that threatened to reduce all existence to nothingness—erupted uncontrollably from his body. The temperature around the Martial Arts Arena plummeted, and even the light seemed to dim.

Zhuohuo’s eyes blazed with a terrifying crimson.

It was jealousy—the primal rage of a male whose territory had been invaded.

Cold sweat instantly soaked Zheng Qiuyu’s back. She could clearly sense the Chaotic Power within Zhuohuo, that familiar yet terrifying force, breaking free from its restraints.

If this power fully erupted, not only would Baili Fusu be annihilated, but the entire Martial Arts Arena would be reduced to ashes!

She immediately turned to Zhuohuo and whispered urgently in a voice only they could hear.

Word Spirit Favor

Husband.

Her voice was soft yet urgent, the final syllable deliberately tinged with feigned dependence and a tremor.

You are the only one in my heart and mind.

Don’t waste your anger on someone so insignificant. He’s not worth it.

I don’t care who he is. I wouldn’t even bother glancing at him.

At that moment, she amplified the sweetness of her lies to its utmost, like the most potent tranquilizer forcibly injected into Zhuohuo’s raging consciousness.

The crimson in his eyes faded slightly, but the destructive aura still lingered around him, his body coiled as taut as a fully drawn bow.

His fury had only been temporarily suppressed.

Baili Fusu, seeing Zheng Qiuyu’s indifference, assumed she was terrified of the Demon Lord beside her and dared not reveal her true feelings. His pity deepened.

Fear not, Fairy!

He roared, his hands flashing through a series of rapid hand seals.

Golden runes materialized in mid-air, instantly transforming into several radiant chains. These chains, imbued with the profound aura of sealing all things, surged toward Zhuohuo, seeking to bind him.

This wasn’t a killing move, but rather the Azure Cloud Sect’s highest-tier sealing technique the Divine Binding Chains.

Yet, in Zhuohuo’s eyes, this well-intentioned rescue was the most venomous provocation imaginable.

Just as the golden chains were about to touch him, Zhuohuo moved.

There were no flashy techniques, no visible flow of spiritual energy. He didn’t even glance at the imposing golden chains. Instead, he simply raised his hand and casually waved it in Baili Fusu’s direction, as if swatting away an annoying fly.

A gray wisp of energy streaked silently through the air.

Pfft—

A soft sound.

Baili Fusu’s prized Divine Binding Chains, upon contact with the gray energy, vanished instantly like snow under the sun, leaving not even a ripple in their wake.

The gray energy continued its relentless trajectory.

Baili Fusu’s pupils constricted. He couldn’t even discern what it was.

He felt a sudden chill in his right arm.

Then, the soul-rending pain finally arrived, delayed and dull.

He stiffly lowered his head.

His entire right arm, severed cleanly at the shoulder, fell to the ground with a muffled thud.

The wound was smooth as glass, not a drop of bl00d flowing. Instead, a gray, chaotic aura clung to the severed flesh like a parasite, preventing any sign of regeneration.

Time seemed to freeze.

The thunderous roar of discussion abruptly ceased.

The entire arena fell into deathly silence.

Every eye widened, fixed on the bloody and bizarre scene unfolding on the platform. The destructive Chaotic Power, like a frigid tide, washed over the crowd, filling them with primal terror and dread.

On the high platform, a flicker of barely suppressed elation flashed in Elder Wang’s eyes.

He leaped to his feet, pointing at Zhuohuo with all his might, and bellowed hoarsely, Demon Lord! The Demon Lord has finally revealed his true nature!

He’s nothing but a monster driven by slaughter! Sect Leader, Elders, if we don’t eliminate this fiend, the Azure Cloud Sect will face grave peril!

His voice shattered the deathly silence, instantly igniting the fear in everyone’s hearts.

Agitation began to spread. Several Law Enforcement Elders exchanged alarmed glances, their spiritual energy already circulating as they prepared to intervene.

In that critical moment, Zheng Qiuyu moved.

She lunged in front of Zhuohuo, spreading her arms wide to shield him completely with her frail body.

A single tear, perfectly timed, slid from the corner of her eye, tracing a path down her pale cheek.

Her voice, choked with sobs and brimming with sorrow and despair, echoed across the hall.

No! It’s not like that!

My husband was just jealous! He didn’t mean it!

Someone dared to say they would steal me right in front of him! He just… he loves me too much! He lost control! He meant no harm!

She cried out, her flawless performance transforming Zhuohuo’s world-shattering attack into a display of love-crazed devotion gone awry.

The Sect Leader and several composed elders, already shaken by the raw power of the attack, hesitated when they saw Zheng Qiuyu’s desperate plea.

Peak Master Xuan of Pill Peak immediately stepped forward, his voice ringing out in support Sect Leader! The power of the gods is beyond the comprehension of us mortals!

Losing control in such a critical moment is understandable! Besides, Young Master Baili provoked him first. Zhuohuo shouldn’t bear all the blame!

Amidst the chaos, no one noticed that Zheng Qiuyu could clearly sense the Love Gu chain on Zhuohuo’s brow had developed another distinct crack after the violent outburst. The Gu poison’s silent erosion had deepened by another degree.

Baili Fusu knelt on one knee, his left hand pressed tightly against the wound on his right shoulder, his face as pale as paper. He looked up at Zheng Qiuyu, who had shielded Zhuohuo with her life, his eyes flashing with confusion, pain, and a hint of… incomprehensible devastation.

Why?

Why would she protect the Demon Lord who had hurt her, who had hurt them both?

Could it be that the salvation he had sought to achieve was nothing more than a colossal joke from the very beginning?