Chapter 20: Mu Qingxue

Chapter 20: Mu Qingxue

With a gentle, spring-breeze-like smile on his face, Qin Xuan retorted, "Why do all of you think that, inside my ancient prison-suppressing tower, you can kill me, its master?"

He had spent so many Villain Points to understand Leng Li's personality.

Did he not know that she would kill at the slightest provocation?

As a major villain, how could he possibly stoop to betting with his own life?

Ever since Leng Li entered the ancient prison-suppressing tower, he had held an invincible position.

Not to mention Leng Li in her current state, merely a Saint soul in the Quasi-Saint Realm.

Even in her Peak period, when she was in the Saint King Realm, he could still use this top-tier Sacred Artifact to suppress her within this ancient prison-suppressing tower.

"You didn't die!?"

Seeing Qin Xuan come back to life, Mu Qingxue's beautiful eyes widened in shock.

She raised her hand and summoned a three-foot-long blue blade into her palm, stabbing towards Qin Xuan's chest in a fit of rage.

Clang—

Qin Xuan caught the tip of the sword with one hand, looked at Mu Qingxue's stunningly beautiful face, and asked playfully, "What's wrong? Do you feel that grieving for my death was a waste of emotion, making you so furious that you're like a cat whose tail was stepped on, all bristled up?"

Mu Qingxue released the Treasure Artifact sword, formed a palm seal, and struck again at Qin Xuan's chest, roaring stubbornly, "Who is grieving for you? I only hate that I cannot kill you with my own hands!"

She wished she could tear Qin Xuan into ten thousand pieces and grind his bones to dust.

How could she possibly grieve for his death?

Qin Xuan was talking nonsense.

He was being unreasonable.

She, Mu Qingxue, had no such intentions.

Qin Xuan opened his arms and manipulated the ancient prison-suppressing tower, forcing Mu Qingxue's palm strike to transform into an embrace.

Her curvaceous and graceful figure threw itself into Qin Xuan's arms like a swallow returning to its nest.

"If you really wanted to kill me, you should have stabbed that corpse of mine a few times. Why were you grieving in secret on the side?"

Qin Xuan lifted Mu Qingxue's delicate chin, gazing into those fiery beautiful eyes, and asked with a heart-piercing question.

With a wave of his hand, the 'corpse' in front of Leng Li turned into dust.

This little experiment not only suppressed Leng Li's self-righteous and arrogant personality but also, to a certain extent, shook Mu Qingxue's resolve.

Killing two birds with one stone.

A huge profit.

Mu Qingxue's entire body was restrained, unable to move, and she could only let Qin Xuan do as he pleased, holding her in his arms.

She struggled indignantly and shouted, "Let go of me, you bastard! Don't touch me, I forbid you from touching me again!!"

Qin Xuan wrapped his arms around Mu Qingxue's slender waist, feeling her warm, delicate body, and smiled warmly, "You have me in your heart, don't you?"

Strike while the iron is hot.

His attitude had shifted.

He intended to take this opportunity to accelerate the progress of Mu Qingxue's inner approval.

No matter how arrogant or cold a Daughter of Luck might be, she was still a woman.

And Qin Xuan was already well-acquainted with the only path that led to the depths of her heart.

These words, aimed at questioning her heart, might not have completely captured her.

But they were quite effective in lowering Mu Qingxue's resistance.

However, before Mu Qingxue could be forced into a dilemma of self-justification,

Leng Li, who had been watching from the side, her white hair flying, with killing intent nearly materializing in her red eyes, snapped, "Little thief, you dare to act arrogant in front of me? Can this Sacred Artifact protect you once, and can it protect you ten times?"

In her eyes, Qin Xuan was merely in the Supernatural Realm.

An existence like an ant, which she could destroy with a flip of her palm, even in her Saint soul state.

"Die!"

Leng Li waved her hand, and the gale wind became like knives, with billions of blade beams slicing through even the space itself.

Turning into an overwhelming meteor shower, it aimed directly at Qin Xuan's neck.

"You still haven't seen the situation clearly even now. No wonder your body was shattered and unable to be repaired."

Qin Xuan was angry; he was very annoyed by Leng Li's interference.

With just a single glance, the world changed color.

Those massive, billions of wind blades simultaneously changed direction and blasted toward the white-haired, red-eyed Leng Li.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

The gale wind was like rain, pervasive and all-encompassing, leaving Leng Li with nowhere to escape.

In an instant, Leng Li's intact Saint soul was riddled with holes by the bombardment of the gale wind.

Her aura withered instantly.

Her face showed astonishment as she looked at the ant-like Qin Xuan in front of her in disbelief, "How is this possible?"

She was a Saint King!

A top-tier Saint King who could kill several Saints in a row while being besieged by several Saint Kings of the Yaochi Sacred Land.

Even if it were the Holy Master of the Yaochi Sacred Land, without anyone else to help, she had the confidence to suppress them.

Yet, even with her experience, she found the scene before her incredible.

A mere Supernatural Realm cultivator, actually able to mobilize the power of a Sacred Artifact to suppress a Quasi-Saint?

Not to mention how powerful this Sacred Artifact was.

Just the fact that a Supernatural Realm cultivator could control a Sacred Artifact was an impossible thing.

It was like an ordinary child being able to lift a ten-thousand-foot-tall Peak with one hand!

"Lightning, come!"

Inside the ancient prison-suppressing tower, Qin Xuan's words became law.

Rolling thunder, wild and unmatched, like world-destroying divine lightning, swept across the sky and earth.

Thick lightning, like dragons, struck densely toward Leng Li below.

Thousands of lightning snakes wove together to form a giant lightning cage.

It was like a lightning domain, continuously scorching the Saint soul of Leng Li inside.

"This is a top-tier Sacred Artifact, why is it being controlled by him so casually!"

Leng Li fled at high speed, but when she touched the edge of the lightning cage, she was jolted, her whole body trembling, and her Saint soul was shaken apart.

The power of this cage—let alone when she was only a Saint, even in her Peak period, she would have to avoid it by three points!

"Fire, come!"

Blazing fire filled the sky.

It burned fiercely.

Boundless flames turned into a sea of fire, continuously scorching Leng Li's Saint soul.

"Wind, come!"

The wind fueled the fire, and lightning added to the chaos.

Three great world-destroying disasters descended upon Leng Li together.

Making it impossible for her to withstand, even as a Quasi-Saint.

Her stunningly beautiful face no longer had any trace of coldness, only endless pain and torment.

"Your mouth is really tough. Your soul is about to dissipate, and yet you haven't made a sound!"

Qin Xuan nodded and commented with leisure; a Saint King's mouth was indeed tough!

Unlike Mu Qingxue, who would scream and shout, wanting to tear him to pieces at the sight of a little blood.

He was not in a hurry, staring straight at Leng Li's battered Saint soul.

Leng Li wasn't afraid of death, but someone else was afraid of her dying.

"Qin Xuan, stop it. If this continues, her soul will completely dissipate. You promised me you would save her!"

Mu Qingxue grabbed Qin Xuan's arm, bit her pearly teeth, and pleaded unwillingly.

The space inside this small tower subverted her understanding.

Qin Xuan, inside this tower, was like a god helping him, able to suppress even a Quasi-Saint.

If she didn't speak up now, she would have to watch her savior die before her eyes.

Qin Xuan turned back, keeping a straight face, "I intended to save her for you, but you saw it yourself—this woman wants to kill me. If I save her, wouldn't that just add a Saint as a mortal enemy for me?"

"I will try my best to persuade her to change her mind."

"Do you think you have that much weight?"

Mu Qingxue stopped talking and remained silent.

Indeed, as Qin Xuan said, her persuasion would have no effect at all.

Leng Li's style had always been this way; she would not be dissuaded by anyone when she wanted to kill someone, and she was no exception.

"For the sake of us being husband and wife, I will spare her life for now."

Qin Xuan's tone changed.

The lightning, the sea of fire, and the gale wind all vanished completely.

Leng Li, battered and covered in wounds, fell from high in the air, with lightning still flickering across the surface of her Saint soul.

Her form was like thin mist, and a faint, silk-like golden light began to dissipate continuously from the surface of her Saint soul.