Transmigrating into the only holy female in the interstellar world, the orcs who have no descendants

After the dinner, Luo Xi stood at the door of the hotel, raised her head slightly, and the night breeze gently blew through her hair.

Lu Ye walked forward, his tone a little stiff: "I'll take you back."

She smiled slightly, with a hint of distance in her smile: "No, one of my boyfriends will come to pick me up."

Lu Ye: "..."

Although Luo Xi said this on purpose, he did not walk away, but just stood aside, looking at the slender figure in front of him with a complicated look.

After waiting for less than a minute, a black Cullinan slowly drove over.

Xuanqi pushed open the car door and emerged swiftly. He was tall and straight, like a towering pine tree. His well-tailored suit, perfectly straight and stylish, accentuated his aura of coolness and dignity, and his every move exuded composure.

He and Lu Ye locked eyes, sparks flying in the air. Xuan Qi naturally pulled a Burberry shawl from the car and draped it over Luo Xi, then opened the passenger door for her.

Luo Xi sat in the passenger seat. Xuan Qi gave Lu Ye a deep look before getting in. However, Lu Ye only stared at Luo Xi's back until the car door closed.

Cullinan drove into the night, Xuanqi's broad shoulders almost filled the driver's seat, making the originally spacious space a little cramped.

He glanced back through the rearview mirror and said in a low voice, "He's following us."

Luo Xi took a sip of the hot sour plum soup that Xuanqi had brought specially for her, her eyelashes drooping slightly as she said, "Let him be."

Xuanqi's eyes didn't look at the rearview mirror, but fell on Luo Qian, and his fingers tightened on the steering wheel.

Luo Xi noticed his emotions, her red lips curled up, and she looked at him sideways: "By the way, you said before that he was an ordinary human? Actually, strictly speaking, I am also an ordinary human. He and I are the same kind in the true sense."

"Master, that's not what I meant!" Xuanqi explained hurriedly.

Luo Xi reached out and gently touched his tense arm: "I know, it just suddenly occurred to me."

Xuanqi was about to speak when suddenly his muscles tensed and his eyes became sharp.

He turned the steering wheel sharply and the car turned into the alley next to him.

At the same time, dark clouds rolled across the night sky, as if an invisible giant hand were stirring the heavens. The once bright moonlight was swallowed by the layers of dark clouds, plunging the entire alley into an eerie darkness. An unsettling sense of oppression permeated the air, and even the streetlights flickered.

Xuanqi's brow furrowed. He could feel the space warping, a wave of power that only high-level psychics could control. He was all too familiar with this aura—a ninth-level psychic. As an eighth-level psychic, every cell in his body was sending out warnings.

"I'm coming." Xuanqi took a deep breath, turned to look at Luo Xi in the passenger seat, and said in a low and firm voice, "Master, wait for me in the car, don't get out."

Luo Xi pursed her lips. Although she only had a fourth-level ability, she could still feel the suffocating pressure. It felt like a lamb trapped in a lion's territory, ready to be torn apart at any moment.

"Yeah..." She replied softly, but her eyes were filled with worry.

The moment Xuanqi opened the car door, the air temperature plummeted. His ice-based abilities emanated, forming a thin layer of ice beneath his feet. The accumulated water on the roadside froze instantly, making a subtle "crackling" sound.

The Cullinan's headlights cast a long shadow across the ground. Xuan Qi stood in front of the car, his black suit swaying slightly in the night breeze. His eyes, sharp as a knife, stared intently at the twisting crack in the sky.

A golden figure descended from the sky. Dillon's golden hair shone brightly in the night, like the brightest star in the sky. His eyes were like those of a predatory beast, and a hint of disdain and amusement shone through his vertical pupils.

"Your Excellency, the Holy Lady," Dillon said to Luo Xi in the car, smiling, "An old friend has come from afar. Why don't you get out of the car to greet him?"

"You are not qualified to talk to the master." Xuanqi responded coldly, his tone full of vigilance and hostility.

Dillon shrugged lightly, a sarcastic smile on his lips: "I was wondering who it was, it turns out to be you, turtle."

Xuanqi's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he instantly unleashed a powerful supernatural power. Ice crystals in the air quickly condensed, and a chill rushed towards him, as if to freeze everything. However, Dillon paid no attention. He raised his hand, and a golden light flashed. The two powerful forces collided violently in the air, stirring up a violent wind.

"Is that all you can do?" Dillon looked at Xuanqi with disdain, the smile on his face growing wider. "You dare to block my way at the eighth level?"

Xuan Qi ignored Dillon's taunts, his eyes cold as ice. In an instant, dozens of ice blades condensed in the air, shooting towards Dillon like a stream of silver meteors.

Dillon smiled lightly, and golden supernatural power flowed around him. Before those fierce ice blades came close, they were all dissolved by an invisible force.

"That's all?" Dillon tilted his head, his eyes filled with disdain. "Are you worthy enough to be by the Saint's side?"

Fine beads of sweat oozed from Xuanqi's forehead. He mobilized all the energy in his body as if he was going all in. Seven types of supernatural powers erupted at the same time, and ice, flames, and strong winds took turns to attack.

The air sizzled, the temperature plummeted and then rose again, and the entire alley seemed a battleground for the forces of nature. Yet, Ti Lung managed to dodge every attack with perfect timing, his movements as graceful as a solo dance.

"Xuanqi!" Luo Qian clenched her fists as she looked at his back. She knew exactly how disparate this fight was, but at the moment, she could do nothing.

"Tsk, boring." Dillon's smile suddenly disappeared. "The game should be over."

A golden light suddenly surged, like a miniature sun rising in the darkness. Xuanqi's hastily erected defenses were vulnerable to this force, instantly crumbling. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, and like a kite with its string cut, he flew out, landing heavily on the ground.

A mouthful of blood rushed to his throat. Xuanqi struggled to stand up, but found himself suppressed by a supernatural power, unable to move. He turned his head with difficulty to look at Luo Qian in the car, his eyes full of apology and regret.

"Master...I'm sorry..."

Luo Xi shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. She knew Xuan Qi had done his best to protect her, and now seeing him fall to the ground, her heart ached.

Dillon walked toward the car with a leisurely pace, golden energy flowing through him, as if he were draped in a luxurious cloak. The ground crackled under his force, and each step was terrifying.

Xuanqi gritted his teeth, digging his fingers into his palms. He desperately tried to stand, but the golden light was like an invisible mountain, pressing him down, immobilizing him. He could only watch helplessly as Dillon approached, the feeling of powerlessness in his heart more unbearable than the pain in his body.

At this critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared and blocked the car.

Luo Qian's eyes widened, unable to believe what she was seeing—it was Lu Ye. He just stood there, his arms outstretched, like a solid human wall. Under the golden light released by Dillon, his figure seemed so frail, yet strangely reassuring.

"Are you crazy? Go away!" Rosie's voice was trembling. She couldn't bear to watch another person get hurt for her.

Lu Ye didn't move at all. His voice was not loud, but every word was sonorous: "I won't let you take her away." This simple sentence seemed to contain some unshakable power.

Dillon was stunned at first, then he smiled playfully, a hint of contempt flashing in his golden pupils: "Interesting, really interesting."