"Not good!"
Just as the thought crossed his mind, he realized sothing was amiss.
He saw ’Zhu Yuxian’ suddenly extend her left palm, a layer of crimson firelight coiling around it, then fiercely slashing towards her own chest.
The firelight was sharper than any Divine Weapon, instantly tearing open a bloody gash on her chest.
She extended her left hand, reaching into the wound, and then grasped sothing resembling a bone, pulling it out inch by inch.
It was the Three Burial Sabers crafted by Princess Consort Xiang!
Back then, the blade pierced directly into Zhu Yuxian’s chest, almost tearing her heart apart.
Zhu Yuxian simply refined this Divine Weapon, forged from her mother’s and brothers’ corpses, truly into her chest’s rib.
She had once smiled to Lu Chengfeng and said, "I suppose this counts as a reunion, wouldn’t you say?!"
She intended to use this Divine Weapon as her own Immortal Bone, borrowing the strength of her mother and two brothers to break through to the Celestial Human Realm.
Unfortunately, everything changed too quickly.
That old monk’s arrival of the White Lotus led her down a completely different path.
And now, that damned old thing was manipulating Zhu Yuxian’s body, inch by inch pulling out the rib refined with the Three Burial Sabers, alive.
Blood flowed, the white bone clearly visible, and even the internal organs vaguely seen.
Lu Chengfeng was enraged to the extre, yet strangely calm.
He suddenly recalled the last mont they t, when Zhu Yuxian inexplicably embraced and kissed him—it was the first ti.
Recalling how Zhu Yuxian paused before leaving, looking back.
A wave of indescribable pain and bitterness surged in Lu Chengfeng’s heart; she must have realized then that sothing unfortunate might happen.
If not, why would there be such reluctance?
Lu Chengfeng took a deep breath, tightly closing his eyes.
At this mont ’Zhu Yuxian’ had already pulled out that ghostly rib from her bloody chest, looking like white bone but in the shape of a Sword Blade.
It resembled the previous Three Burial Sabers, yet was sowhat different.
Buzz!
The long saber humd, flying from ’Zhu Yuxian’s’ hand, tracing a turquoise light in midair before lightly landing in Princess Consort Xiang’s hand.
Simultaneously, streams of Red Dragon Essence Qi poured into her body from above her head like waterfalls, quickly transforming her weakening aura into sothing terrifyingly powerful.
Lu Chengfeng slowly opened his eyes, his pupils turning golden in an instant, with flaming chi-golden fire burning intensely at his brow.
He locked eyes with ’Zhu Yuxian,’ whose pupils spun with swastikas, murmuring softly.
"Master, I’m sorry!"
As he spoke, Princess Consort Xiang gripped the bone-like Sword Blade, white lotus blooming beneath her toes, her disheveled hair hanging loose, releasing a sinister laugh.
"Kill you, kill you, kill you!"
"Once I kill you, no one will tie down."
"Once I kill you, I won’t be afraid."
"Hahahahaha!"
She laughed crazily and scread hysterically as she charged fiercely at Lu Chengfeng.
Lu Chengfeng didn’t glance at her once, slowly raising the Bixiao Sword, the Kun Roc wings behind him vibrating intensely.
In the next mont!
Princess Consort Xiang surged forward in a frenzy, a slash falling, yet slashing at nothing.
Lu Chengfeng transford into a sharp turquoise Sword Light, tearing through the darkness at an impossible speed, aiming at the center of ’Zhu Yuxian’s’ brows.
The Sword Blade sliced the wind, tearing darkness.
Yet, there wasn’t the slightest hint of killing intent.
The humming of the Sword Blade was more like a lover’s murmur.
The sharp Sword Light, like strands of affectionate silk.
In that mont, even the wind seed to beco gentle.
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