“Little Xuexue, let's make this fetal breath right in front of her!”
Zhang Mingyuan's voice resounded over Mount Mu.
The wind exploded, and the clouds ruptured.
The onlookers on the side were completely dumbfounded.
How could someone... how could someone... be so outrageously perverted?!
Oh my god!
The Heavenly Dao's avatar suddenly took a step forward, his violet-gold Daoist robe fluttering wildly as his hands waved in the air like a twisted dough stick.
“Worthy Brother! Worthy Brother, stop! We are still outside! In broad daylight, under the bright sky, this is a breach of public decency, a breach of public decency!”
Lingxuzi tightly covered his eyes, his face contorted.
“Old Zhang! Steady yourself! This part cannot be broadcasted directly! Even with my five thousand years of pure cultivation, I cannot look at this!”
Bai Lumian's pupils instantly dilated, trembling violently!
The Mahayana Stage spiritual energy inside her body went completely out of control, exploding in rings of airwaves with a loud boom.
Her cheeks were as red as fire. She covered her eyes with both hands, but her fingers were spread wide open.
“Zhang Mingyuan! Don't! Please don't! Ahhhh! Hurry up! Oh, no! Little Xue's reputation cannot be ruined in front of outsiders!!!”
Su Jinxue's wrist was gripped by Zhang Mingyuan, a trace of panic flashing in her red eyes.
She reached back, pinched the soft flesh of Zhang Mingyuan's waist, and gave it a vicious twist.
Zhang Mingyuan sucked in a breath of cold air from the pain, but he stubbornly straightened his back and stared provocatively at the purple-clad figure in front of him.
Shen Ningyan was completely taken aback.
She looked at Zhang Mingyuan's frantic, reckless behavior and at how tightly he held Su Jinxue's hand.
The laws of disillusionment swirled frantically in her purple eyes.
The ultimate power of wild overimagination activated once again!
To force me away, Brother Mingyuan would actually go so far as to ruin his own reputation and do... that kind of thing in public!
He would rather perform such an absurd act in front of everyone... just to make me give up completely and save me from Su Jinxue's cruel hands!
He has already done everything he possibly could for me!
Shen Ningyan's heart beat violently, an unprecedented throb bursting through her chest.
Today, even if I have to exhaust all of this Red Dust Immortal blood, I must snatch Brother Mingyuan back!
“Su Jinxue! You bitch, die!”
Shen Ningyan shouted fiercely, unleashing her law domain to its fullest.
Thousands of purple epiphyllums bloomed in the void, each one containing terrifying, world-destroying energy.
Her purple cloud flowing immortal gown shone brilliantly. Holding the Illusory Epiphyllum Purple Jade Umbrella, she transformed into a streak of light, charging straight for Su Jinxue's face.
The corners of Zhang Mingyuan's eyes twitched wildly.
He pulled Su Jinxue behind him and smoothly drew her personal sword, Xiyue.
The power of the extreme cold frost surged along the hilt into Zhang Mingyuan's body, and he swung a backhand strike.
The sword energy spanned thirty thousand miles, its cold light illuminating nineteen provinces.
Boom!
The purple epiphyllums and frost collided violently in mid-air.
The sky above Mount Mu collapsed instantly, and chaotic void currents surged in all directions.
The two clashed within the shattered void.
Sword shadows and the umbrella ribs collided repeatedly, erupting in earth-shaking rumbles.
“Brother Mingyuan, don't stop me!”
While channeling the laws of disillusionment, causing flowers to flutter across the realm along with her umbrella, Shen Ningyan shouted,
“I must give this vicious woman a harsh lesson!”
Zhang Mingyuan flicked his wrist, using Xiyue to deflect the jade umbrella as he cried out in frustration,
“Shut up! That is my wife! Vicious woman my foot, I'll beat you to death in a moment!”
“Brother Mingyuan!”
Tears welled up in Shen Ningyan's eyes as her purple jade umbrella drew a poignant arc in mid-air.
“I know this isn't your true intention! You're being controlled by her secret technique right now!”
“Don't worry, Yan'er will definitely rescue you from this misery!”
Zhang Mingyuan was so angry that smoke was practically rising from his ears, and his swordplay grew even more fierce.
“Are you out of your mind!!! Shut up, I'm not being controlled!!!”
“You're still lying to me! If you weren't being controlled, why are you holding back with every strike?!” Shen Ningyan charged against the sword light, her eyes filled with determination.
The two fought for another ten rounds.
Shen Ningyan's verbal barrage was continuous, with every word testing the limits of Zhang Mingyuan's sanity.
Zhang Mingyuan's patience was finally exhausted.
He stopped.
The Xiyue Sword pointed diagonally at the ground.
The extreme cold frost filling heaven and earth suddenly vanished.
Replacing it was a deathly silence that made the soul tremble.
Deep within Zhang Mingyuan's eyes, the divine light receded, turning into an endless abyss.
He raised his hand, and the blade of the Xiyue Sword was coated in a layer of grey, decaying deathly aura.
There were no extra movements.
Just a simple forward thrust.
Space did not shatter, and time did not stop.
But in the face of this strike, Shen Ningyan's domain of disillusionment melted instantly like residual snow under a blazing sun.
Thousands of purple epiphyllums quietly disintegrated.
The Illusory Epiphyllum Purple Jade Umbrella let out a mournful cry, and the illusory stars on its canopy completely collapsed.
Pfft!
As if struck by lightning, Shen Ningyan's protective immortal light shattered with a bang.
She fell from the sky like a kite with a severed string...
At the summit of Mount Mu, the wind whipped up sand and stones.
With a heavy thud, Shen Ningyan crashed to the ground.
Her purple cloud flowing immortal gown was torn to shreds.
Through the tattered fabric, snow-white skin intertwined with bloody gashes.
A streak of crimson wound down from the corner of her lips, soaking the front of her collar.
The setting sun poured down like molten gold, dyeing the entirety of Mount Mu in shades of crimson.
Zhang Mingyuan stepped through the void, landing in front of her.
He looked down from above, the tip of Xiyue hovering barely an inch from her throat.
The silent sword energy nicked her snow-white skin.
A thin line of blood seeped out, looking like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow.
He said nothing, his deep eyes quietly watching her, showing neither joy nor sorrow.
Shen Ningyan coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Her face under the setting sun was as pale as paper.
“Brother Mingyuan...”
She stared at the blade so close to her, then at Zhang Mingyuan's face.
Brother Mingyuan was about to kill her...
And yet, in her heart, there was still only Brother Mingyuan.
“Brother Mingyuan...”
“Yan'er is useless...”
“Yan'er couldn't snatch you back from that woman's hands...”
“Brother Mingyuan... do it. Dying by your hand, Yan'er will have no regrets...”
Zhang Mingyuan gripped Xiyue's hilt tightly.
The blade trembled and hummed under the molten gold light.
“Three thousand years ago, I saved you simply because I couldn't bear to see a woman like you perish.”
“Caring for you was only because I saw how poor you were back then, without even a single decent magic treasure to your name.”
“Alone, you definitely wouldn't have been able to make it out of that desolate land.”
“That is why I brought you along and led you out.”
Zhang Mingyuan thrust the sword down. The blade sliced through the air right beside Shen Ningyan's ear, plunging into the blood-stained earth.
“I have never had even a shred of romantic feelings for you.”
“It was entirely due to a single fleeting thought of kindness in my heart back then.”
“Do you understand now?”
Under the setting sun, Zhang Mingyuan's face was completely submerged in the shadow of Mount Mu.
Shen Ningyan opened her eyes, tears suddenly welling up.
For the first time in three thousand years, she felt that she couldn't quite see Brother Mingyuan's face clearly...
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