I was terrified! Raising a colossal star beast in the Beast Taming World

Chapter 223 Manro's Emotional Outburst

On the battlefield.

"Hehe—hehehe—hehehe!"

A burst of tasteless laughter suddenly rang out, echoing across the desolate plains.

The laughter initially carried a hint of suppression, as if it were trying to maintain something, but it quickly spiraled out of control like a flood bursting its banks, becoming sharp, unrestrained, and even exuding a chilling madness.

Manluo stared intently at Wanlei Tianjie Ji Leiying in mid-air. Her delicate face, which was usually adorned with a ladylike smile and was hailed by the entire school as the "White Moonlight of Youguiyuan," was now slightly distorted due to the intense excitement of the battle.

Her shoulders were shaking, her fingers were trembling, and in her eyes, which were as pure as a deep spring, burned an almost morbidly fanatical flame.

"Just kill me already!"

Manro opened her arms, as if extending the most sincere invitation to death.

She tilted her head back, her long hair flying in the oppressive aura emanating from the two Ultimate-level pets.

"Lei Ying!"

When Manluo called out that name, her voice was filled with so many things—excitement, longing, an intense emotion that was almost scorching, and a trace of a deep-seated obsession that only the two of them could understand.

Her elegant face held a slight twist, yet within that twist lay elegance. These two seemingly contradictory qualities were strangely fused together on her ladylike and intellectual face, creating a bewitching charm that made it impossible to look away at first glance.

"Lei Ying, I love you!"

"Please scrape every last bit of my flesh off, like the dragon that crosses the river of suffering, before you kill me! Hehehe—!"

Manro uttered insane words that were completely out of character, each word seeming to be squeezed out from the depths of her soul, burning and sincere.

Her cheeks were flushed an unnatural red, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Her breathing was rapid, as if she had just finished a marathon.

The audience erupted in uproar.

Although it was impossible to hear what Manlu was saying, her mental state was visibly beautiful.

The banners held high by the Yuuki-in support group froze in mid-air, and the Raimu-in fans forgot to wave their light sticks. Everyone stared wide-eyed, as if they were getting to know the incredibly contrasting leader of the Ten Heavenly Kings in a completely new light.

But Lei Ying, the Heavenly Tribulation Princess of Ten Thousand Thunders, was not surprised.

Her expression didn't even show much change.

Because she knew—this was the true face of her childhood sweetheart, whom she had known the longest, hidden beneath her well-behaved and ladylike exterior.

The Witch of the Underworld, Manluo, has always been a witch with this kind of personality.

However, only a very few people have seen her true face.

Unlike Lei Ying, a bully hated by many classmates, Manluo is the kind of perfect princess who is like a white moonlight to most people. She is exceptionally talented, gentle, and never initiates conflicts with others. Even when provoked by a few malicious individuals, she always repays evil with kindness and never holds a grudge.

Almost all the teachers and students in the entire Ghost Academy treated her like a goddess.

Only in front of her biological mother, Manzhu, and Lei Ying, whom she had known since childhood, would Manlu occasionally show her madness.

Looking at the suddenly berserk Manluo, Wanlei Tianjie Ji Lei Ying's lips twitched slightly.

This was the first time Manro had revealed her true nature on the field.

She could sense Manluo's excitement and emotional release at that moment.

She didn't quite understand what Manlu was thinking.

However, she must correct one of Manro's misconceptions.

"Manluo."

Lei Ying, the Thunder Goddess, spoke from mid-air, carrying a hint of helplessness and a touch of doting affection that only the two of them could hear.

She looked down at her childhood sweetheart, who was standing with his arms outstretched and seemed a little crazy, and slowly said, "I have to remind you of something—"

She paused.

"You are no longer the person I love the most."

The sound wasn't loud.

But it amplified infinitely in Manluo's ears.

Manluo was suddenly startled.

Her arms froze in mid-air.

Those eyes, burning with fanatical flames, seemed to have been doused with liquid nitrogen in that instant.

The flames did not go out—they solidified, solidifying into something even more terrifying.

Incredible.

An expression of disbelief appeared on her face.

The expression looked as if it had been carved out with a chisel, each line exuding a chilling aura.

Her lips were trembling, her fingertips were shaking, and her pupils were contracting violently.

Then, her face contorted even more violently in an instant. That contortion was no longer the excited, expectant, morbidly beautiful one from before, but a pure, undisguised, and ferocious expression, like that of a wounded wild beast.

Unbeknownst to her, she bit her lip until it bled, and bright red blood seeped from between her teeth, slowly sliding down her pale chin and dripping onto the scorched earth. She was completely oblivious, all her senses consumed by the words, "You are no longer the person I love most."

"Who?"

Manluo's voice, breaking through all defenses, was squeezed out from deep in her throat, carrying a chilling sharpness.

She suddenly raised her head and stared intently at Lei Ying in mid-air. Her eyes were wide open and bloodshot, her gaze so fierce it seemed they were about to leap out of their sockets and fix on Lei Ying.

"Who is it?!"

"Which damned woman is it—"

Manluo's voice suddenly rose in pitch, sharp as a fingernail scratching glass, piercing the eardrums.

"She stole Manluo's place in Lei Ying's heart!!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her chest heaved violently, her breathing became rapid and disordered, and she resembled a volcano about to erupt, with the air around her slightly distorted by her emotional fluctuations.

Lei Ying, the Heavenly Tribulation Princess of Ten Thousand Thunders, floated in mid-air.

Faced with Manluo's almost out-of-control questioning, she did not avoid Manluo's gaze.

Those eyes, crackling with purple-gold electric arcs, gazed back at Manluo with composure, calmness, and even a hint of tenderness.

Then, she raised her hand and gently pressed it against her heart.

"It's snowing softly."

Lei Ying, the Thunder Goddess, spoke softly, but her enunciation was clear.

"I'm sorry, Manro."

A slight upturn of her lips formed a faint, apologetic yet utterly candid smile: "Actually, the moment I saw her, I knew it was love at first sight."

"But I'm only telling you this now."