Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14290 He must be in unbearable pain.

Luo Qianchen crossed his arms, tilted his head, and his eyes revealed a twisted excitement, as if he had thought of something extremely interesting. His smile became increasingly perverse.

That smile was like the cry of an owl, sending chills down one's spine. She said in a sarcastic tone, "You are his woman. Look at you, you are quite pretty."

"If you are willing to betray him, abandon your so-called loyalty and dignity, and please our young master Yang Xiong, the scene is exciting just to think about."

"Then record this scene with memory metal and send it to him... Do you think he'd go crazy if he saw his beloved woman writhing and pleasuring another man?"

"Hahaha!" Her laughter echoed in the air, full of malice and mockery.

Upon hearing this, Ji Mingkong felt a surge of anger rush to her head, but she suppressed her rage and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood foam, carrying her disdain and contempt, sprayed straight towards Luo Qianchen.

She stared coldly at Luo Qianchen, her voice hoarse from her injuries, yet each word was clear, like a sharp blade: "Did he kill your father? Or did he play with you hundreds of times before abandoning you?"

"That's why you hate him so much that you'd resort to such despicable means to get revenge."

Each word seemed to carry immense force, striking Luo Qianchen's heart heavily.

Luo Qianchen's smile froze instantly, as if he had been frozen in place.

His previously smug expression now became twisted and ferocious, as if he had been slapped hard across the face.

Her lips twitched slightly, and a hint of panic flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by an even stronger anger.

Seeing this, Ji Mingkong's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile, and he continued, "Otherwise, I really can't imagine what kind of deep hatred could make someone as powerful as you become like a wild dog that has lost its mind."

"You'll stop at nothing to achieve your goals, even resorting to such despicable and shameless acts. Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed?"

Although her voice was hoarse, it was full of power, as if she wanted to completely tear apart Luo Qianchen's hypocritical mask.

Luo Qianchen's face darkened completely, like the sky before a storm, filled with dark clouds.

Her eyes blazed with a brutal killing intent, a killing intent as real as flames, as if it would burn everything around it to ashes.

She said through gritted teeth, "Sharp teeth! But what I love most is cracking bones with my teeth!"

"I'll show you what happens when you offend your sister."

"Come here!" Luo Qianchen shouted, his voice echoing through the air like thunder.

Her fingers were clenched into claws, and the veins on her arms bulged out, resembling winding earthworms.

With a sudden grab from afar, a gigantic hand that blots out the sky appeared out of thin air.

The giant hand was formed from black energy, radiating a suffocating pressure, like a demonic hand from hell.

The giant hand's five fingers were as thick as mountain peaks, and its nails were sharp as knives, gleaming with a cold light.

With overwhelming force, it fiercely grabbed at Ji Mingkong in the deep pit, tearing black cracks in the space wherever it passed.

A resolute glint flashed in Ji Mingkong's eyes, a resoluteness devoid of any fear or hesitation.

She knew all too well that the gap between her and Luo Qianchen's cultivation levels was far too great, and with her current strength, she was simply no match for him.

But she would never sit idly by and wait for death; even if there was only a sliver of hope, she would fight with all her might.

The remaining energy in her body began to burn recklessly, and specks of white light, like sparks, emanated from her body, shining like brilliant stars in the darkness.

She was going to burn her very essence, making a final desperate attempt; this was her only chance, and her last vestige of dignity.

The gap in their levels was simply too vast... so vast that it filled her with despair. But her stubbornness and unwillingness to admit defeat sustained her, leading her to decide to fight to the death.

Even if it means being shattered to pieces, she will make Luo Qianchen pay a price.

Ji Mingkong raised his head, his gaze piercing through the smoke and blood mist that filled the air, looking towards the shattered space.

The sky seemed like a painting torn apart by a raging wind, with shattered stars and dimmed light, yet her eyes seemed to hold the flickering light of countless stars.

The shimmering light, like those warm or bittersweet moments from the past, appeared one by one in her eyes.

In a daze, she seemed to have returned to the Tianlong Continent of yesteryear, that ancient land that held her youth and dreams, laughter and tears.

That year, spring was in full bloom.

Every inch of the Tianlong Continent was tinged with tender green, and peach and apricot blossoms bloomed in profusion, like pink clouds drifting down to earth.

A gentle breeze blows, and petals flutter down like snowflakes, scattering across the ancient stone path and along the babbling brook.

In this picturesque season, the threads of fate quietly intertwine the royal heiress and the down-on-his-luck boy.

One is a pampered royal heiress, showered with love and affection, whose every move exudes nobility and elegance;
One is a down-on-his-luck young man with a tragic past and a life full of hardships, yet his eyes reveal resilience and unyielding spirit.

Was he tempted? Ji Mingkong couldn't say for sure.

It was a subtle and complex feeling, like a flower quietly blooming in spring, carrying a hint of shyness and bewilderment.

Perhaps she saw a different kind of power in the boy's determined eyes;

Or perhaps it was in the boy's warm smile that she felt a sense of security she had never felt before.

From the Tianlong Continent to the present-day Baize Continent, time has flowed swiftly, and the years have changed mercilessly.

She was like a persistent bird, always closely following in Ling Xiao's footsteps.

She watched him strive for his ideals and fight for his beliefs, her heart filled with admiration and love.

She knew that although Ling Xiao had married her, he did not have her in his heart.

In his heart, there was always a corner where the woman as pure as moonlight—the Moon Maiden—was hidden.

But she still has no regrets.

It's simply because Ling Xiao has never disappointed her, never hurt her.

Whenever she was in danger, Ling Xiao would always appear by her side immediately, using his not-so-broad but incredibly strong shoulders to shield her from the wind and rain.

Whenever she felt lost, Ling Xiao would patiently comfort and encourage her, guiding her in the right direction.

He was very gentle, and that gentleness was like the warm sun in spring, warming her heart.

Unfortunately, in his heart, there was only Yue Nu; this tenderness ultimately did not belong to her.

Looking back now... those little moments flashed through her mind like a movie.

There was laughter, there were tears, there was sweetness, and there was bitterness.

Ji Mingkong slowly closed his eyes, as if he wanted to etch all of this deeply into his heart.

A faint yet gentle curve appeared at the corner of her lips, a smile that conveyed a sense of letting go of the past and a calm acceptance of the future.