Chapter 182: The Peerless Fiend Forced to Awaken Early

Chapter 182: The Peerless Fiend Forced to Awaken Early

Grit!

Saint Son Chen Fan clenched his back teeth, staring at Wu Bingqing, whose face was filled with pain.

He knew in his heart that Wu Bingqing's memories were recovering.

Yet he never expected that even after he revealed the truth, Wu Bingqing still refused to believe it.

Or rather, she was intentionally choosing to be deceived.

Would she rather forget her past hatred than become enemies with Qin Xuan?

"First Senior Sister Ziyuan, now Wu Bingqing... Just what kind of charm does that fellow Qin Xuan have to make these top-tier women with special Physiques favor him so much after spending such a short time together?"

Saint Son Chen Fan's eyes turned bloodshot with hatred.

It wasn't just the women; even the Disciples of the Yaochi Sacred Land, including the various Peak masters, were the same.

They were all being played like fools by Qin Xuan.

They regarded him as the face of the Yaochi Sacred Land, the treasure of the Holy Land.

Even the Holy Master of Yaochi had passed down the Phoenix Treasure Technique to Qin Xuan!

"What is so good about Qin Xuan that you would rather not recover your memories just to stay with him?!"

Saint Son Chen Fan's composure began to shatter, the smile completely vanishing from his face.

Instead, he roared at Wu Bingqing, demanding answers.

Wu Bingqing's expression was cold. "At least he is different from you! If you won't leave, then I will!"

She did not want to stay any longer.

The more Saint Son Chen Fan spoke, the more memories she recovered, and the heavier the burden on her heart became.

She was afraid that she would no longer be able to stay by Qin Xuan's side as relaxed and carefree as before.

She was even more afraid that her cold, true self would disgust Qin Xuan, pushing him to distance himself from her.

"Leave? Where can you possibly go?"

Saint Son Chen Fan sneered, his eyes tracing Wu Bingqing's shapely figure as he mocked, "Do you think that as long as you don't remember, you can just turn a blind eye to everything in your past?"

"Do you think that someone as blood-stained as you can still receive pure affection like an ordinary person?"

"Don't tell me you really think of yourself as Little Seven of the Seven Pearls of Mingyue?"

"She is pure and kind-hearted by nature, while your hands are covered in blood, yet you masquerade as innocent and naive."

Wu Bingqing covered her ears with both hands, running frantically through the ice cave to escape Saint Son Chen Fan.

But Saint Son Chen Fan followed closely behind, continuing to twist the knife in her heart. "Don't tell me you've even forgotten how you massacred entire cities?"

"Do you still remember slaughtering the Disciples of the Butian Holy Land and hurting your sisters among the Seven Pearls of Mingyue?"

"You can even harm those close to you. If Qin Xuan knew that once you lose control, you would even slaughter your own family, do you think he would still feel safe staying with you without any defenses?"

Swoosh—

Wu Bingqing unable to bear it any longer, thrust her sword straight at Saint Son Chen Fan's face.

Saint Son Chen Fan caught the tip of the sword between two fingers, staring playfully at the furious Wu Bingqing. "Did I hit a nerve? Flying into a rage out of shame?"

"With hands stained with blood, you should be this decisive and ruthless killer, not staying by Qin Xuan's side, pretending to be innocent and naive."

Since he couldn't have her, he might as well destroy her.

Even if it meant destroying Wu Bingqing, he would absolutely never allow this Heaven-Defying Soul-Devouring Body to become an aid to Qin Xuan.

"Right now, you are merely at the seventh layer of the Heavenly Human Realm. Wanting to hurt me is harder than ascending to heaven."

Saint Son Chen Fan flicked his finger, sending Wu Bingqing's sword flying.

Wu Bingqing stood there in a daze, murmuring blankly, "Why? Why do you have to force me?"

"I don't want to kill. I really don't want to kill mindlessly anymore. Why must you force me?"

She suddenly looked up, the clarity in her eyes vanishing completely, replaced once again by a bloodthirsty crimson.

The cold indifference toward human life in her eyes seemed innate.

Like a cold-blooded creature, entirely devoid of emotion.

Boom! Wu Bingqing shot forward, a sonic boom exploding behind her.

Holding her sword, she thrust it straight at Saint Son Chen Fan's chest. She was so fast that even Saint Son Chen Fan couldn't react in time, and the longsword struck home.

With a sharp crack, the tip of the sword shattered on its own just as it was about to pierce Saint Son Chen Fan's flesh.

The strongest aspect of the Dragon-Elephant Tyrant Body was its physical toughness.

And Saint Son Chen Fan had mastered his Dragon-Elephant Tyrant Body to absolute perfection.

Even something as powerful as a Sacred Artifact would struggle to break through his defense!

"Your memories have returned?" Saint Son Chen Fan looked at the familiar Wu Bingqing before him. "You should return to the Peak of the Quasi-Saint Realm as soon as possible and join me in slaying Qin Xuan!"

Wu Bingqing's breathing grew heavier and heavier. "The one I want to kill is you! You deserve to die!"

Boom! She formed a fist seal and punched out fearlessly.

Upon striking Saint Son Chen Fan's chest, the bones in her fist instantly shattered, and a mist of blood splattered like rain.

Saint Son Chen Fan sneered, "Right now, you are no match for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the rain of blood was violently drawn in, completely absorbed by Wu Bingqing's Soul-Devouring Body.

Her eyes began to turn pitch-black.

She punched out once more. Though her hand bones shattered again, it caused Saint Son Chen Fan's entire body to shudder violently.

Crack, crack! The eerie sound of shifting joints echoed from Wu Bingqing's arms. Amidst her bloodthirsty, murderous evil thoughts, her broken hand bones healed rapidly.

Her fists, like dragons emerging from the sea, unleashed a continuous, frenzied barrage of strikes.

As her memories returned, Wu Bingqing's cultivation Realm also began to skyrocket frantically.

Ninth layer of the Heavenly Human Realm!

Early Stage of the Quasi-Saint Realm!

Middle Stage of the Quasi-Saint Realm!

Late Stage of the Quasi-Saint Realm!

In just ten short breaths, Wu Bingqing was only a single step away from her Peak.

From initially being unable to harm Saint Son Chen Fan to gradually matching him, she had now achieved complete suppression as her Realm rose.

Wu Bingqing whipped her leg out, striking Saint Son Chen Fan and sending him flying tens of thousands of feet away, shattering countless ice Peaks.

Before Saint Son Chen Fan could catch his breath, Wu Bingqing had already charged forward, slaughtering hundreds of Ice Beasts along the way. Her evil thoughts surged once more, and her combat power soared straight into the Saint Realm.

With one punch, she drove Saint Son Chen Fan's head deep into the ice cave, unleashing a frenzied barrage of blows right at his face.

As blood splattered everywhere from her strikes, she murmured in pain, "Why? Why do you have to force me?! I just want to be a normal person, I just don't want to kill anymore! Why must you force me?!"

The ice cave where Saint Son Chen Fan's head was buried had become like a bloody pit. Every time Wu Bingqing's fist struck down, a shower of blood would splatter into the air, making one wonder if Saint Son Chen Fan's head was even still intact.

Bang!

Suddenly, a powerful wave of energy erupted from around Saint Son Chen Fan, and even someone as strong as Wu Bingqing was blown backward.

Inside the bloody pit, the sound of popping joints echoed from Saint Son Chen Fan's neck as his bones snapped back into place.

His body slowly rose into the air, hovering horizontally.

A dense blood Qi swirled around his body, rapidly healing the severe wounds on his physical form.

Gradually, Saint Son Chen Fan stabilized his body in mid-air, standing on empty space. Looking down at Wu Bingqing from above, an eerie blood-red light shone in his eyes. He sneered, "Don't think you're the only one with a trump card!"

"Since you refuse to become enemies with Qin Xuan, then you can just die!"

His body began to shrivel, the powerful Qi and blood of his Dragon-Elephant Tyrant Body seemingly absorbed by a bizarre existence.

Saint Son Chen Fan became skeletal, yet his aura surged sky-high!

Compared to Wu Bingqing, it was only stronger, not weaker!

"In the name of the Blood Asura Clan, I sentence you to death!"

Saint Son Chen Fan pointed a hand at Wu Bingqing, and the blood light transformed into towering flames.

The flames formed a blade, slashing down brutally toward the top of Wu Bingqing's head as if to split heaven and earth apart.