Bab 44: Chapter 40: Zhu Zhuqing's Heart Trembles, and the Stunning Sister Kneels to Beg for Mercy!_1
The forest, now silent once more, was permeated with the ice-cold aura emanating from the Zhu Tian Sword.
The man's indifferent voice was not loud, yet it stirred the hearts of everyone present.
"This…"
Gazing at the miserable figure of Húnwáng Hǔ Sān, the smiles on the faces of the two Soul Ancestors crumbled. They looked as though they had seen a ghost, their lips trembling nonstop. A chill rose from the soles of their feet to their Heavenly Spirit Covers, sending shivers through their bodies.
"The Soul King, defeated?"
"Did this guy just take down the Soul King with just one move?"
"Who the hell is he, and why is he so terrifying?"
Zhu Zhuyun's expression was frozen with unspeakable fear and panic, a coldness that penetrated her heart sweeping through her body. Her lower abdomen trembled uncontrollably, and her legs were clamped tightly together as she tried to maintain control.
Zhu Zhuqing's mindset was completely different.
The young girl's face radiated with joy, her beautiful and delicate face bursting with intense happiness. Her eyes shone with the light of excitement and admiration. It was hard to put into words what she was feeling at that moment.
Her emotions tonight had been a roller coaster, like plummeting from a cliff only to suddenly soar into the sky.
It was all because of the man before her.
The woman clutched her small hands tightly, her proud and full bosom heaving with agitated breaths.
In the past, she did not believe in legends and stories.
Now, she believed.
Although she was not a princess, when she faced danger,
there truly was a prince, a deity descending from the heavens, who appeared.
Gazing at that imposing figure in the arena, pointing his sword at the Soul King with an awe-inspiring presence.
Zhu Zhuqing's bright beautiful eyes emitted a strong, distinct radiance, her face blushing as she covered her chest with her palms, feeling her intense heartbeat. No one could understand her emotions at that moment.
Because they would not understand the joy of going from utter despair to brimming with life.
Though the man did not seem handsome, and even sometimes liked to tease and annoy others, he had suddenly barged into her inner world.
At that moment, Zhu Zhuqing pursed her red lips, with a strong curiosity towards this man she had encountered in the forest.
What kind of person was he, really…
"Crack, crack!!"
The ice began to thaw, and tiny droplets fell.
Hǔ Sān, the Soul King, felt his stiff body regain sensation, and an intense fear surged from the depths of his heart, making him tremble violently.
Gazing at the terrifying ice-blue longsword, with its crimson blade so close by, he had completely forgotten his previous arrogance, and let out the most desperate scream of his life.
"Quick, someone save me!!"
His frantic howl echoed through the forest, startling countless birds.
But there was no one to save him.
The two Soul Ancestors, along with Zhu Zhuyun, were all terrified.
Without a moment's hesitation, they unleashed their Soul Light and ran like mad.
Luo Yu raised his eyes and uttered two words softly.
"Stop!"
The three fleeing figures shuddered instantly, their hairs standing on end, and one of the Soul Ancestors screamed in panic.
"Only an idiot would actually stop."
"Quick, we have a better chance if we split up and run!"
"There's no way he can use that freaky soul skill a second time."
Zhu Zhuyun and another heard this and wanted to leave.
"Sizzle!"
A blue arc of light sliced through the night sky, leaving a magnificent rainbow trail against the darkness.
With a thud, the Soul Ancestor who had just begun to run was suspended mid-air, staring blankly at the sword tip protruding from his chest.
Not a drop of blood flowed from the wound; his entire body was sealed in ice by the sword's energy.
He stiffly turned his head, looking at the long chains of Profound Ice, filled with confusion.
"What the hell is this Martial Soul!"
"Boom."
His body exploded into a shower of ice crystals.
The chains surged, the sword light returned, and was grasped once again by Luo Yu.
After slaying one, the man's face remained as undisturbed as an ancient well.
The blade of the Zhu Tian Sword was radiant, untouched by any blood, and the cold light that flowed across its surface only heightened the sense of a cold, life-snuffing beauty.
The other Soul Ancestor didn't dare to move a step.
Zhu Zhuyun was rooted to the spot, unable to lift her foot, her legs clamped tightly together as if her last shred of dignity prevented her from wetting herself out of fright.
"Run? Why aren't you running now?"
The remaining Soul Ancestor was so scared that he cried, cursing his teammates for courting death more than the others.
Zhu Zhuyun's head shook faster than a bobblehead doll, and due to excessive fear, her tightly clenched red lips bled without her realizing.
Luo Yu swept his gaze across the crowd, speaking indifferently.
"Kneel."
"Thud!!!"
Without any hesitation, the Soul Ancestor immediately knelt down with a bang.
"I... I am a princess, I can't kneel." Zhu Zhuyun clung to her last bit of stubbornness.
"Oh."
Luo Yu nodded slightly, his wrist turning, and the sword shadow suddenly sprang up.
A cold light flashed by, and the Soul Ancestor who had knelt down shattered into ice fragments.
His face was filled with confusion, wondering why he was killed even after he had knelt.
The corners of Luo Yu's mouth lifted slightly, "Sorry, I hold grudges."
"Bang."
Zhu Zhuyun's mind collapsed, and she directly knelt on the ground, where surviving was more important than any dignity.
She understood now, this man was a devil, normal one moment with laughter and speech, but once he took action, it was like he became another person, decisively ruthless without the slightest mercy.
Luo Yu turned his gaze, looking towards the Soul King standing before him, with the corner of his mouth once again lifting.
"You won't kneel?"
"Whoosh!"
A phantom in the air, a sword aimed at the throat.
As the Soul King fell, his heart was filled with bitter lamentation. Am I not kneeling? I wish I could, but you've numbed my entire body, how can I kneel? My death is so unfair!
With the three men perished, Luo Yu walked forward step by step, sword in hand.
Zhu Zhuyun knelt obediently on the ground, her bewitching face now stripped of its color, all pride turning into a plea for mercy at this moment, petrified by the man's resolute killing.
"Please, spare me."
"I know I was wrong."
"It was my arrogance, my foolishness, my presumption!"
Her pitiful pleas for mercy shed a different light in the eyes of Zhu Qing, who watched from the side.
She had never seen Zhu Zhuyun like this before, the woman who was always haughty and carried herself with the nobility of a princess, now reduced to dust from the heavens, humbled to the dirt at this man's feet.
Zhu Qing didn't dislike the man's ruthlessness; in fact, it made her heart pound even more.
This was in stark contrast to Dai Mubai, the man who had fled cowardly.
The three men were, in fact, all deserving of death for complicity in tyranny, and the fratricidal strife within her own clan was much crueler than the current scene; her heart had grown cold long ago, but now, unexpectedly, it rippled anew.
The tip of Luo Yu's sword drooped as he walked up to the woman.
"If I remember correctly, you said I wasn't even worthy to lick your shoes?"
"No, absolutely not." Zhu Zhuyun shook her head repeatedly, her hair disheveled, her eyes deeply red, crying miserably, revealing much of the snowy whiteness at her chest.
Luo Yu slowly raised the sword tip.
In an instant, Zhu Zhuyun's pupils shrank to the extreme, panic stricken, and in two steps she crawled to Luo Yu's feet, "It's my fault, I was blind to what's good for me, I'll lick for you, please forgive me."
She hastily stuck out her tongue and bent down towards Luo Yu's gold-patterned boots.
"Scram."
"You're not worthy."
Luo Yu smacked Zhu Zhuyun's cheek with the back of his sword, and the woman fell to the ground.
Ignoring her swollen face, she got back on her knees, tears the size of beans falling.
"Please spare my life, I, Zhu Zhuyun, am willing to do anything for you, serve you in any way, just give me a chance to start over."
"Hmph, do you take me for a trash dump?"
Luo Yu's gaze did not waver, knowing that pitiable people have their detestable sides; he still remembered how arrogant this woman had been before, certain that if his strength had been lacking today, death would have been inevitable.
Zhu Zhuyun's eyes suddenly brightened, her gentle voice becoming frantic and pleading, "I'm not trash! I'm still a virgin, I'm still clean, please give me a chance."
"Is it necessary?"
"To live, you'd cast aside even your pride?"
Witnessing this scene, Luo Yu was hardly disgusted, after all, even an ant will strive to live.
But he truly had no fondness for this arrogant and extremely heartless woman.
He quickly raised his hand, and in his palm, the Zhu Tian Sword lit up with a brilliant blue glow.
Such a ruthless man, unmoved by beauty.
Zhu Zhuyun's eyes showed despair, dead and silent, no longer speaking, quietly waiting for death to come.
A moment of endless regret for her past life.
Perhaps this was retribution for fratricide, she thought; if not for her wrongdoings, how could she have fallen to this state?
At this moment, she felt hatred, not towards Luo Yu, but towards that twisted clan.
If she hadn't been born into that family, raised every day on the twisted notion of kill or be killed, perhaps she might have been a good girl in this life.
Heh, what irony, to have regrets only upon death? Ridiculously amusing, Zhu Zhuyun mocked herself inwardly.
She could feel the bone-chilling coldness of the sword's aura in front of her.
"Um, young man, can you stop for a moment?" a weak, kitten-like, delicate voice suddenly came from behind.
Zhu Qing approached with hesitant steps, treading lightly, cautiously watching the man with an icy expression...
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