Chapter 107: Yaochi Sacred Land Arrives Together, Qin Xuan's Backing

Chapter 107: Yaochi Sacred Land Arrives Together, Qin Xuan's Backing

"Young Master Qin!"

Shangguan Ying gripped the hem of Qin Xuan's clothes tightly, unable to let go.

She worried that if she let go, she would never see Qin Xuan again.

Shangguan Si covered her vermilion lips in sorrow, unable to speak through her tears.

Qin Xuan squeezed out a tired smile, "What are you crying for? At worst, you can just come to Thunder Prison Peak to visit me in the future."

He urged Senior Sister Ziyuan, "Let's go."

"Okay."

Senior Sister Ziyuan gripped Qin Xuan's palm tightly and soared into the air.

They pierced through the clouds and mist, heading in the direction of Yaochi Sacred Land.

In the air, glistening droplets of blood fell continuously.

They were spilling from the corner of Qin Xuan's mouth.

He was at the end of his rope.

Mu Qingxue clutched her chest tightly; the excruciating pain there, like ten thousand arrows piercing her heart, was unbearable.

Luo Xinyi held back her heartache and kindly advised, "Qing Xue, stop being so sad. Qin Xuan never paid any attention to you from beginning to end; it's not worth it."

"At worst, we can just go to Thunder Prison Peak to visit him more often in the future."

Mu Qingxue choked out in utter grief, "I actually wish he would scold me a few more times."

"That would at least make me feel better, but from start to finish, he never gave me a second glance, nor did he ever exchange pleasantries with me. Because he knew that if he gave me a kind look, I would become even more obsessed and would never be able to let go."

"Even when on the verge of death, he didn't want me to have any connection to him."

"Even in the face of death, he was considering my feelings!"

Ripples of emotion stirred in Luo Xinyi's beautiful eyes, and a strange light flickered within them.

She had indeed changed her view of Qin Xuan.

But wasn't Mu Qingxue's interpretation a bit too transcendental?

Qin Xuan hadn't even said a word, yet Mu Qingxue could still find excuses for herself in her heart, continuing to be obsessed and devoted?

If she knew that Qin Xuan might have had feelings for her, which was why he saved her in the Dragon Blood Secret Realm.

Then wouldn't the two sisters completely turn against each other?

Just thinking about it made Luo Xinyi feel a lingering fear.

...

On the other side, Senior Sister Ziyuan was taking Qin Xuan on the road back to Yaochi Sacred Land.

Inside the ancient prison-suppressing tower, Leng Li kindly warned, "There are many experts following in the shadows. It seems these guys don't intend to let you have even a sliver of hope for survival!"

"Once we left the Imperial Capital, it was no longer their territory." Qin Xuan coughed up a mouthful of blood.

When he looked up again, a Peak Saint Realm expert holding a broadsword was blocking the path in front of him and Senior Sister Ziyuan.

The Peak Saint Realm expert glanced at Senior Sister Ziyuan and, without the intent to make her an enemy, said, "This matter has nothing to do with you. Retreat quickly."

"Do not think that your father or those Saint King Realm experts who are on good terms with Qin Xuan will come to the rescue."

"They have already been held up by His Highness Prince Ning. It is impossible for Qin Xuan to return to Yaochi Sacred Land alive today."

"I can leave his corpse intact for you to take back."

Senior Sister Ziyuan summoned her Sacred Artifact Pill Furnace and glared angrily, "How dare you!"

Beside the Saint of Black Abyss, two more Peak Saint Realm experts appeared—one holding a snake-shaped staff, the other holding a feather fan.

"The Three Saints of the Western Mountains!"

Seeing the three of them, Senior Sister Ziyuan felt as if she were facing a formidable enemy.

These three were the three sect masters of the Western Mountain Sect in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

She had not expected that these three would appear together.

Even those in the Saint King Realm could not do anything about the Three Saints of the Western Mountains.

Even if her Sacred Artifact self-destructed, it would not be enough to kill the three of them.

"Wanbao Pavilion is indeed wealthy and imposing, able to even self-destruct a Sacred Artifact." The Saint holding the feather fan said with a gentle smile, "But your methods are limited to just that. Fighting the three of us, you are still a notch behind."

With a single look from him, the Saint of Black Abyss and the Snake Staff Saint broke through the air.

The two joined forces, and the Holy Light penetrated everything.

They separated Senior Sister Ziyuan and Qin Xuan, who had been clinging tightly to each other.

"Qin Xuan!"

Senior Sister Ziyuan exclaimed.

The Saint of Black Abyss split the space with one slash of his blade.

Making Senior Sister Ziyuan and Qin Xuan close enough to touch, yet forever unable to reunite.

"Your enemy is us. Do not harbor any delusions of attacking again, and certainly do not waste a precious Sacred Artifact."

The Snake Staff Saint's golden snake staff spewed out a thick, dense golden mist.

Causing Senior Sister Ziyuan, who was caught within it, to seemingly lose her perception of the Sacred Artifact.

They dared not kill Senior Sister Ziyuan, but surely they dared to restrict her movements?

Without the Sacred Artifact self-destructing.

Senior Sister Ziyuan, at the Quasi-Saint Realm, was not worth mentioning in the eyes of the two Peak Saint Realm experts.

The Feather Fan Saint gently waved the feather fan in his hand and looked at Qin Xuan with a pleasant expression, "Do you have any last words?"

Qin Xuan lifted his head, neither servile nor overbearing, "Ning Wuya is dead. My goal has been achieved. Whether I live or die, I have no fear."

The Feather Fan Saint sneered, "What a 'no fear'. I would like to see if you are truly unafraid of even the total annihilation of your Divine Soul!"

He waved his feather fan lightly, and a bone-chilling cold wind suddenly arose.

Within a radius of ten thousand miles, sand, stones, and trees froze instantly.

A hurricane that swept up everything became increasingly manic; wherever it passed, even the undulating mountains were swept into fine sand that could slip through one's fingers.

In the Void Realm, the experts from various clans who had followed to watch the excitement discussed heatedly, "These Three Saints of the Western Mountains are truly ruthless in their attacks."

"With calamities that easily destroy the heavens and the earth, they clearly don't intend to leave Qin Xuan's corpse intact; they are obviously trying to tear him into ten thousand pieces!"

"It's a pity that such a Prodigy is about to lose his life at the hands of these three notorious scoundrels."

Inside the small tower, Leng Li said impatiently, "Is it my turn to act?"

"For trash like this, I can take them out one by one with a single slap!"

"It's been a long time since I killed anyone, especially vermin like these who tarnish the name of Saints."

Qin Xuan raised his eyes, a smile playing on his lips, "No need. The person I was waiting for has already arrived!"

From the distance, a black dot became increasingly clear.

As the black dot drew closer.

Everyone then realized, what kind of black dot was this?

It was clearly a gigantic Peak.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

The whistling wind sounded ear-piercingly.

On the entire gigantic Peak, thick flames ignited.

In the terrified gaze of the Feather Fan Saint, the gigantic Peak crashed down.

Even a Saint could not block it.

In just an instant, one Peak Saint Realm expert was crushed beneath the bottom of the gigantic Peak, his life or death unknown.

"Thunder Prison Peak?!"

The Saint of Black Abyss and the Snake Staff Saint's eyes filled with terror.

In the Void Realm, a roaring, angry voice resounded, "Daring to hurt my grandson, you deserve to die!"

A flash of axe light that seemed to split the heavens and the earth streaked across.

The snake staff broke first, and then its owner was obliterated into nothingness by the axe light.

After the axe light, a massive sword that pierced the clouds soared through the mist.

The Saint of Black Abyss hurriedly raised his broadsword to block.

Before the massive sword even reached him, the Sword Intent alone, which carried the pressure of ten thousand miles of collapsing mountains and rivers, caused his body to disintegrate when it approached within a hundred feet of the Saint of Black Abyss.

By the time the sword light passed, the Saint of Black Abyss had already been ground into dust by the Sword Intent.

On Thunder Prison Peak, the Peak Master of Thunder Prison Peak, the Peak Master of Wan Jian Peak, and the Great Demon God spoke in unison, shouting into the Void Realm, "Those who dare to harm Qin Xuan, Yaochi Sacred Land will execute you no matter how far away you are!!!"

Seeing this scene, Qin Xuan felt completely reassured.

"I won the gamble!"

If he had asked his grandfather and the Peak Master of Thunder Prison Peak to come earlier, it would have at most added the assistance of two Saint King Realm experts.

But having them stay at Yaochi Sacred Land was different.

They could act as "lobbyists" for him.

Fortunately, he had won the gamble.

When his grandfather and the two Peak Masters arrived, it meant that Yaochi Sacred Land had changed its previous attitude of tolerance and was willing to go to war for him against the Imperial Clan represented by Prince Ning.

This was a Holy Land that even the Double-Pupil Woman had to fear!

Even if Prince Ning mobilized his entire force now, he couldn't harm a single hair on his head.

Seeing Senior Sister Ziyuan flying towards him, Qin Xuan closed his eyes wearily and collapsed into Senior Sister Ziyuan's soft bosom.