Outside the window lattice, a faint golden glow slanted into the room, casting a pale gold shadow on the ground.
Floating in the air were the sweltering dust and a faint scent of blood.
For a mont, the room was filled with a long silence, as the Princess looked at the young man before her, his gaze like a hawk’s firmly locking onto her.
Beneath his eyes lay an endless and overwhelming scarlet, a strong stench of blood that didn’t seem alive, almost reaching the deepest part of his pupils.
It was precisely those eyes that reminded the Princess that the person before her had long been dead.
The hand clasped around her neck had an incredibly frightening strength, carrying a terrifying breath of death.
If not for her cultivation far surpassing his, those of the sa realm would likely have had their neck bones crushed to powder.
Yet the Princess had the strength to allow him to act so boldly without any defense.
Her body remained unmoving, her gaze mixed with faint mockery:
"Occupy her identity? Usurp her Spirit Root? Did you make a mistake? She is the Empress of Central Netherworld, I am the Princess of Qin, never have I intended to take her place, and as for usurping her Spirit Root, it’s utterly ridiculous."
The Princess fearlessly confronted Baili An’s blood-red pupils, her expression mocking and cold:
"Her Spirit Root is no longer with ; she foolishly offered it to Baili Yu. Such decisions lead to innurable disasters, even extraordinary won like Empress Ying Ji cannot escape the mundane; love brings worry, worry brings sorrow.
Only when a woman herself is strong is she truly powerful; trying to keep a man with sincere feelings of love is nothing short of ludicrous.
Back then, Baili Yu was relentless, dreaming about her magnificently because she was strong and beautiful, a woman beyond reach has a fatal attraction for n.
At that ti, Baili Yu was rely a small Sword Cultivator, while Empress Ying Ji to him was the moon in the sky, the reflection in the water.
He personally brought her down to the Mortal World, no one could deny Baili Yu’s genuine affection for her then; he loved her strength and deep emotion, unrivaled power, loved her extraordinary nature, different from the ordinary mortal world."
The grip around her neck suddenly intensified.
The Princess gave him a casual glance, laughed coldly: "What a pity, good things don’t last forever, flowers don’t bloom for a hundred days, once in the mortal world, she must endure the order and prejudice within the Dao.
Ying Ji entered the world for love, Baili Yu was moved by the world, they were on different paths, how could they ever converge.
People of Central Netherworld cultivate Spirit Cores rather than Spirit Roots, even you find it absurd Ying Ji would dig up her Spirit Root to save Baili Yu, how could Baili Yu believe Ying Ji was the one who saved him."
Baili An’s brows knitted deeply, his voice cold as night rain: "Absurd! Whether he believes it is his matter, but that’s no excuse for you to harm her!"
"Harm?" The Princess smiled slightly, eyes revealing cold light: "Empress, how high are your aspirations? If Baili Yu didn’t believe her, she wouldn’t be like a common woman resenting and arguing.
She chose to do those foolish things that moved herself deeply hidden, how could she bla others for taking advantage."
The depths of her icy gaze rolled with much injustice, her words seed to mock Ying Ji’s foolishness.
Yet, her eyes revealed a shallow sorrow: "She isn’t a three-year-old, acting recklessly without considering the consequences, it’s only deserved that she bears the consequences."
Baili An’s eyes remained deep red, carrying scorching Blood Energy and anger, had he been calm, he would have perceived the Princess’s complex emotions and defiant mockery.
But now, he was so consud by rage and resentnt that he was losing his senses, struggling to maintain a human appearance, the orderly and clear thread had snapped completely.
The Princess’s every word struck like a knife to the heart!
Since his rebirth into the world, it seed this was the first ti he had lost control of his emotions so badly.
Having died and beco a corpse, his five senses and seven emotions shouldn’t have had such intense emotional fluctuations like a normal person.
Perhaps feeling Baili An’s unstoppable murderous anger, the Princess laughed softly, her gaze indifferent.
She raised her palm lightly, concealing terrifying power at her fingertips, gently pressing into Baili An’s wrist.
This seemingly harmless gesture effortlessly broke through Baili An’s flesh, sword intent like water attacked inch by inch along his bones and muscles.
Baili An’s sleeves billowed as he exploded suddenly, with blood staining the sleeves red.
Yet he seed oblivious to the pain, with the burst of crimson liquid, Blood Energy surged forth.
Transforming into several blood blades swift as the wind, tearing through the air.
Leaving only a few shallow red marks around the Princess’s slender neck.
The Princess squinted, seemingly smiling, but her gaze was cold: "Is this a cat sharpening its claws?"
Her gracefully raised hand unstopped, brushing past Baili An’s blood-stained sleeve.
With charming, delicate fingers, she summoned nine thunderous strikes, all landing on Baili An’s Spiritual Power nodes.
Just a mont ago, the two in the tub had been close, now with faces turned, it transford into a scene of life and death.
Princess Zhao Wenjun of Qin was not just a powerful master of Sword Dao, her array accomplishnts were not inferior to Sword Master Yu.
From the mont she left the water, the soundproof array was established, even though the room was full of battle intent, Yun Rong outside remained unaware.
After all, who could imagine that a Princess who had lost her Spirit Root and been weak for six hundred years would possess such hidden strength.
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