Chapter 33: Whipping the Saint King, Complete Taming

Chapter 33: Whipping the Saint King, Complete Taming

Shortly after Qin Xuan left, Ye Feng, who sensed the aura of the ancient prison-suppressing tower, rushed toward this place at high speed.

"Junior Sister Qing Ning!"

Ye Feng arrived beside Qing Ning's corpse in a panic.

Looking at the body that had already lost all signs of life, his eyes filled with shock.

Junior Sister Qing Ning was dead.

Her head and chest were completely pierced through.

Even her Divine Soul had dissipated; she was completely and utterly dead.

Ever since he entered the Yaochi Sacred Land, Junior Sister Qing Ning had always treated him with great courtesy.

Not only did she repeatedly stand up for him on Thunder Prison Peak, slapping Lei Dalong in the face, but she also targeted Qin Xuan for his sake when he was in trouble.

Qing Ning had helped guide and support him, and they were of a similar age, making the feelings between them very subtle.

With such a close female confidante dying tragically before his eyes, a violent rage swelled in Ye Feng's chest. But before it could erupt, it turned into pleasant surprise upon sensing the ancient prison-suppressing tower.

"Ninger!"

A panicked cry came from afar.

Elder Qing fell from the distance like a meteor, crashing into the ground and creating a bottomless trench.

Hot tears welled up in his cloudy eyes.

Looking at his tragically deceased only daughter, his aura surged out violently.

Even Ye Feng, who was several Zhang away, was shaken back, stumbling and spitting out a large amount of blood.

"Ye Feng, while this venerable self was in seclusion, Ninger was always by your side. Now that Ninger has died tragically, how do you plead!"

Elder Qing's eyes threatened to split as he looked at Ye Feng, who had always been close to his only daughter, standing in front of him completely unharmed.

He wished nothing more than to grind his bones to dust and scatter his ashes!

Ye Feng decisively fell to his knees, kowtowing like pounding garlic. "Elder Qing, Ye Feng is incompetent and failed to protect Junior Sister Qing Ning. Please take action, Elder Qing, and allow this Disciple to enter the Yellow Springs to reunite with Junior Sister!"

Maintaining his kowtowing posture, he did not dare to meet the gaze of the furious Elder Qing. A flash of gloominess crossed his eyes as he said, "This Disciple can die, but Junior Sister Qing Ning must not die so casually and suffer such injustice! The real culprit must be severely punished!"

Elder Qing dejectedly collected Qing Ning's corpse.

His eyes were filled with utter despair.

This was his only daughter, the only daughter he had pampered at all costs.

Her tragic death now completely severed all his hope.

For revenge, he was capable of doing absolutely anything.

He gently stroked his beloved daughter's hair, his Saint heart clouded with grief, and asked, "Who is the killer?"

Ye Feng gritted his teeth. "This Disciple also just arrived and did not see the real culprit. However, the aura of the Sacred Artifact here has not yet completely dissipated. Elder, you should be able to sense it—it's that small tower!"

Elder Qing barked angrily, "Nonsense! Qin Xuan is still at Qingxue Pavilion, and the Peak Master of Wan Jian Peak has vouched for him. It is impossible for him to commit the act of slaughtering a Disciple of the Holy Land."

Ye Feng lowered his head. "That Qin Xuan acts with extreme arrogance, and Junior Sister Qing Ning was someone who refused to back down. Having been humiliated by him before, she would definitely try by any means to regain her face. If the two clashed, it's not impossible that he would commit murder!"

"Moreover, this Disciple previously encountered Qin Xuan in Yaoshan County and formed a grudge with him at the auction. I fear..."

Elder Qing said in a deep voice, "Fear what?"

"I fear that Junior Sister Qing Ning wanted to vent this grievance for me, which led her to cross paths with Qin Xuan, causing things to escalate to this irreconcilable state." Ye Feng kowtowed continuously in extreme grief, wailing, "Elder, it is all this Disciple's fault. This Disciple should not have offended Qin Xuan. If not for me, Junior Sister Qing Ning would not have met such a tragic end!"

Ye Feng continued to kowtow, the ground already stained bright red with the blood from his forehead.

He was gambling.

He was risking his life!

Junior Sister Qing Ning was dead, and there was no way to bring her back.

Rather than blaming heaven and man, it was better to seize this opportunity to shift the blame onto someone else.

Regardless of whether this matter was related to Qin Xuan, the aura of the small tower could not be mistaken.

Furthermore, dead men tell no tales.

How could Qin Xuan prove his innocence?

In front of Elder Qing, who had lost his beloved daughter and completely lost control, and with the Peak Master of Thunder Prison Peak to preside over justice...

Even the Peak Master of Wan Jian Peak would not back Qin Xuan.

If Elder Qing wanted to kill Qin Xuan, the latter would only have one path, which was to have the great Devil Head behind him step forward.

When that time came, no one would care what the truth was.

Because Qin Xuan would already be in a situation of certain death.

"Hehe, Qin Xuan, your life is truly tenacious. Mu Qingxue is willing to use her trump card to protect you, and even Senior Sister Ziyuan of Wanbao Pavilion doesn't want to kill you so early."

"Unfortunately, now that I've grabbed onto even a sliver of possibility, I won't let you have an easy time."

"Having offended the enraged and out-of-control Elder Qing, either you die, or I die!"

Ye Feng retracted his internal sneer, looked at Elder Qing, and said in grief, "This Disciple deserves to die. I beg Elder Qing to take action and let me go accompany Junior Sister Qing Ning."

He raised his eyes, and on purpose, struck his own face mercilessly with his palm.

Elder Qing snorted coldly, shaking Ye Feng so that he stumbled to the ground. His face was ice-cold. "You indeed deserve to die, but before you die, you still have a use."

"If Ninger's death is related to Qin Xuan, even the Peak Master of Wan Jian Peak won't be able to protect him."

"Even if I have to search from the highest heaven to the Yellow Springs, I will make sure he dies without a grave!"

Elder Qing had already fallen into madness, his eyes completely bloodshot.

His Saint aura surged out, and within a radius of hundreds of miles, boundless vegetation exploded inch by inch, and the ground cracked, looking like the end of the world.

Ye Feng's expression was blank, but his heart was ecstatic.

He won the bet.

This time, Qin Xuan was dead without a doubt.

Exchanging Junior Sister Qing Ning's life for Qin Xuan's life.

He had made a massive profit!

...

Inside the ancient prison-suppressing tower, Qin Xuan had a smile as warm as a spring breeze on his face.

In front of him, Leng Li, with her white hair and red eyes, had her three thousand white strands of hair fluttering wildly behind her head.

Above her head, the entire blue sky was filled with ice crystals.

It was as if a storm was about to arrive.

Her red eyes were shot with blood, and she gritted her teeth. "Qin Xuan, you destroyed my Physical Body."

"And severely damaged my Saint Soul."

"The hatred between you and me will only end in death!"

"We cannot share the same sky!!!"

The sky full of ice crystals threatened to completely freeze this wasteland.

Leng Li was resisting the control of the ancient prison-suppressing tower. At the instant her Saint aura broke free...

Endless ice crystals, carrying an overwhelming killing intent, swept ruthlessly toward Qin Xuan to strangle him.

When the ice crystals were less than an inch away from Qin Xuan, they all came to a halt, hovering in mid-air.

With a wave of Qin Xuan's hand, the sky full of ice crystals vanished.

With a beckon of his hand, a God-Beating Whip laced with the power of thunder appeared in his palm.

Inside this ancient prison-suppressing tower, let alone a God-Beating Whip, even a saint-beating whip or a ghost-beating whip was completely subject to Qin Xuan's single thought.

"The sky has cleared, the rain has stopped, and you think you're capable again, is that it?"

Crack—

The God-Beating Whip lashed out, striking Leng Li's Saint Soul. Instantly, thunder snakes crackled, and powerful energy erupted. Leng Li's Saint Soul was lacerated, unable to even condense into solid form.

Crack—

"You think that by breaking through to become a Saint, you can truly hide from the detection of the ancient prison-suppressing tower and deceive my eyes?"

Smack—

"Did you think I wouldn't anticipate your intentions when you tried to make the act look more real by manipulating your mangled body?"

Smack, smack, smack!

"What you think is, in the end, only what you think."

"Let alone a mere Saint like you; even at your Peak, you could only be controlled by me inside this ancient prison-suppressing tower."

"Only when I grant you freedom can you truly be free. If I do not give it to you, you cannot take it!"

The God-Beating Whip lashed out continuously, whipping Leng Li's already battered Saint Soul.

Under dozens of lashes, Leng Li's Saint Soul ruptured inch by inch. She could not even maintain her clothing, revealing a breathtakingly alluring body that no one was there to appreciate.

After nearly a hundred lashes of the God-Beating Whip, Leng Li was in excruciating pain.

It was difficult for her to even condense a solid form again, and her Saint Soul Realm was on the verge of dropping.

Having already yielded once before, Leng Li could ultimately no longer maintain her former aloofness in front of Qin Xuan. She gritted her teeth and admitted defeat, "I know my mistake and will never repeat it. I am willing to serve as your guard."

Qin Xuan angrily lashed her three more times, cursing, "What should you call me?"

"Master..."