Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess -
Chapter 210 - 130 Spring Blooms_2
Chapter 210: Chapter 130 Spring Blooms_2
Zhou Chang’s face turned ugly as he clenched his fists and heavily smashed them onto the jade pillar’s railing, cursing, "This Ye Zhuchan is ruining my great plans!"
The old supervisor chuckled bitterly, "Women’s minds are the hardest to guess. But there’s still a troublesome matter at hand. If Yelv Shenye and his men carelessly release the nine-tailed fox demon from underneath Huailan Lake..."
"It won’t be released!"
The Saint of the martial family, Yuwen Lie, said indifferently, "There’s a hidden formation inside the underground palace. That is the key to trapping the nine-tailed fox demon. As long as Wuchan Temple repairs the Golden Buddha in time, everything will be fine."
The old supervisor nodded slightly, "That’s good."
The Emperor fell into a long silence, his gaze once again turning to the place where the Formation had just disappeared.
He did not know whether Wei’er was still alive or not.
Recalling the obedient child who used to sit on his lap, reading the ancient scriptures of wise men to him, the Emperor looked towards the dark and endless sky and murmured, "The most ruthless is the imperial family."
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Jiang Shouzhong was well aware of the crime of assassinating the Crown Prince.
Regardless of whether the other party truly possessed any secret techniques, there could currently be no witnesses. Once seen by others, it would be like stepping into Yama’s Palace, with life and death completely controlled by others.
Even though Princess Yanrong was very beautiful, compared to his own life, feelings of pity and appreciation had to be ruthlessly suppressed.
But just as the blade in Jiang Shouzhong’s hand was cutting through the girl’s neck, suddenly, with a loud boom, a figure fell from the sky.
He was then violently blasted away by a tremendous force and smashed heavily into the rubble.
With the heavy blow, Jiang Shouzhong spewed blood from his mouth.
The figure stood in the midst of the dust and smoke as if a deity had descended, radiating an awe-inspiring presence.
"Uncle Shenye!"
Yelü Miaomiao’s face showed excitement.
Under the attack of the Heavenly Execution Formation, this top expert of Yanrong had actually not died. Knowing that he withstood the most powerful golden sword within the Heavenly Execution Formation!
Although he was still alive, Yelv Shenye’s state was not good at this moment. He was covered in wounds, flesh ripped open to the bone, and his internal organs were faintly visible. The right side of his head was even more gruesome, missing half of his skull, with muddled flesh and blood where red and white substances meshed together, a shocking sight.
He looked as if a rotting corpse had crawled out from a grave.
A faint purple aura emanated from Yelv Shenye’s body, as if he was using some secret technique to forcibly maintain his life.
Jiang Shouzhong was horrified.
Is this old man a monster?
Just when he was in utter despair, he found that Yelv Shenye was not looking at him but was instead staring up at the fragmented rafters above.
Jiang Shouzhong looked up as well.
A woman appeared above the rafters.
The woman was tall and slender, draped in a gold embroidered skirt, standing quietly on a broken horizontal beam, her face covered with a golden mask, revealing only a pair of clear eyes shimmering with a ghostly glow.
She just stood there, but she naturally exuded an ethereal and aloof demeanor, cold and imposing.
"Mr. Yelv, worthy of being the top expert of Yanrong, not even death can claim you," the woman’s voice was clear and detached, like a cold spring wind blowing through the dust and debris scattered ruins.
Yelv Shenye opened his mouth wide as if a ghastly spirit was laughing, "This old man underestimated the Emperor. He is willing to sacrifice even his own son. I don’t feel wronged by this loss. I concede."
"If you conceded, why not die?"
The woman’s gaze was cold and detached, as the night wind gently lifted the hem of her skirt, glittering with flowing gold, and her lofty and chilled demeanor was like a beautiful, unattainable Saussurea flower atop a snowy mountain.
"Hahaha, I can die, but I will take a few with me!"
As Yelv Shenye’s words fell, his body suddenly shot up, throwing a punch at the woman. The punch, with the force of thunder and lightning, sent waves of energy rippling out, causing the air to tremble with visible golden circles.
The woman did not confront him directly, her slender feet clad in golden silk shoes gracefully tapped the ground and avoided the attack.
Yelv Shenye threw another punch.
In an instant, the magnificent fist shadows were like true dragons in the sky, domineering and absolute.
The surrounding ruins trembled once again.
The powerful gusts tousled the woman’s waist-length black hair like a waterfall of ink, her golden skirt clinging to her delicate body, outlining the undulating curves of her figure, alluring yet sharp as a blade.
Yelv Shenye’s punches were relentless, like a surging torrent, one after another aimed at the woman.
The woman continued to evade, always avoiding his fierce attacks in the nick of time with incredibly agile movements, dodging Yelv Shenye’s onslaught just right.
Clearly, she was purposely exhausting Yelv Shenye’s secret technique.
Anyone with eyes could see that Yelv Shenye was relying on his secret technique, burning his life as a price to exchange for cultivation. Once the secret technique was exhausted, it would be Yelv Shenye’s death.
Sure enough, after more than a hundred exchanges, the faint purple aura around Yelv Shenye began to dim.
And with each punch he threw, its power diminished gradually.
The woman also showed some signs of disarray, as avoiding the attacks from a Heavenly Human Realm expert required utmost attention, even if the opponent’s cultivation had plummeted from severe injuries.
After a few more exchanges, Yelv Shenye suddenly stopped attacking.
Seemingly realizing that continuing this way would lead only to his death, he took a shallow breath, glanced at Yelü Miaomiao with a forlorn look, and said, "Girl, this old man will protect you one last time. Whether you can live or not depends on your luck now."
"Uncle Shenye..."
Yelv Shenye’s pale lips trembled slightly.
The lady in the golden dress’s eyebrows tightened, suddenly feeling a bad premonition.
The next moment, she widened her eyes, the previous indifference replaced by horror, and she turned to flee.
"Heavenly Human self-destruction!"
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