It was in that mont.
"Coming... It’s coming. My aunt is coming," Zhao Lingxi whispered, moving a bit closer to Su Chen.
And then that mont.
BOOM!!!
The space centered around Su Chen.
It was as if it exploded completely.
Even the air seed like it was about to ignite.
In the vast, endless void, real space, and absolute space, it was as if thousands of sharp knives suddenly appeared, cutting, stirring, fiercely disrupting.
Su Chen, Shen Yiyao, Zhao Lingxi were alright since their strength was strong enough.
But the surrounding onlookers, those swordsn, at least seventy to eighty percent of them, were instantly seriously injured at that mont, their internal organs about to be crushed, vomiting blood, blown away, a scene of misery.
"Zhao Lingxi, why aren’t you coming over?"
In an instant.
Two figures appeared before them.
One was a middle-aged woman, clothed in a light cyan plain dress, with a pleasant face, yet exuding a rigid and icy aura.
The middle-aged woman held in one hand a weapon like a pale yellow bamboo pole three feet long, her hair standing upright, the whole person resembling a sharply honed ice spike, standing there as the embodint of death and domination.
She showed no restraint in her aura at all, letting that Great Dao Realm, Seventh Layer Realm aura ripple out.
That aura was terrifying, almost tearing everything around it apart.
Lone and desolate howling.
As if the end of the world was nigh.
Needless to say, this middle-aged woman was Zhao Funí.
Beside her was a young woman, dressed in a long white dress, with a good figure and an excellent temperant, but frighteningly, on any exposed skin, like her face, arms, and ankles, clear network of fine blood vessels erged, as if centipedes crawled on her, and the blood flowing through those vessels was visibly dark.
Terrifying.
From afar, she appeared like a ghost.
Despite having a good figure and delicate features, without those erging blood vessels, she would certainly be a top-level beauty, but unfortunately, with those blood vessels appearing like centipedes, she could frighten a child to tears solely by her appearance.
"Aunt, Sister Leng..." Zhao Lingxi showed so joy and longing, glancing at her aunt and then at the frightening woman. Hesitating for a mont, in the end, she still stood firmly before Su Chen, wanting to protect him.
"What now? Not even listening to your aunt?" Zhao Funí snorted.
At her snort, Su Chen’s face turned three shades paler!!!
This damn old woman.
Truly a madwoman.
Of course, her strength was truly overwhelming.
Simultaneously with her snort, she directed her aura towards him without holding back at all.
If it weren’t for him, anyone with slightly weaker strength could have been crushed to death already.
"This old woman, damn it, can’t tell right from wrong. If this old woman asks for help, I would never save her even if it kills ," Su Chen cursed inwardly, wishing he could go up and slap this old woman.
Fortunately, Zhao Lingxi was the complete opposite of her aunt, a kind little girl. Otherwise, no matter how beneficial it was for the Divine Mansion, Su Chen would truly have no interest in saving anyone.
"Aunt, what are you doing? Stop!" Zhao Lingxi shouted in shock, disregarding everything else as she suddenly hugged Su Chen tightly: "Aunt... Aunt, if you continue, just crush Lingxi along with him!"
Sure enough.
In the mont Zhao Lingxi clung to Su Chen, she instantly coughed up blood, her aura waning by seventy percent, already injured.
By embracing Su Chen, she essentially rged with him, two becoming one. No matter how powerful and terrifying Zhao Funí was, she couldn’t possibly suppress Zhao Lingxi and only bear down on Su Chen’s aura. Therefore, when Zhao Lingxi held onto Su Chen, a portion of Zhao Funí’s aura weighing on Su Chen pressed directly onto Zhao Lingxi.
"You..."
Zhao Funí panicked, hurriedly retracting her aura, her face looking three shades uglier.
Internally, however, she was astounded, deeply looking at Su Chen.
Not even twenty-eight? Fixed Character Eternal Domain? He actually withstood my aura for at least a breath?
Unbelievable!!!
Zhao Funí was certain that even half the Heavenly Dao Realm, Ninth Level Martial Cultivators couldn’t achieve that.
Yet a kid in the Fixed Character Eternal Domain did?
It was simply inconceivable.
However, this could only indicate that Su Chen had an extraordinary, unparalleled talent in martial arts cultivation, a true prodigy not seen in eternal ages, but she absolutely didn’t believe in his ability to cure Lingxi’s sickness in the slightest.
"Kid, if you don’t want to die, leave now. I don’t care what your purpose is, but if you’re trying to get ideas about Lingxi, the consequences may be beyond your imagination," Zhao Funí raised her head, fixing her gaze on Su Chen, articulating each word.
Each word like a knife, each word resonating.
The light yellow bamboo pole in her hand showed visible fluctuations, seemingly ready to strike at any mont.
Indeed, a moody, powerful madwoman who didn’t care about others’ opinions.
"I just want to save her. If I don’t, Lingxi won’t live past three years," Su Chen spoke unwaveringly, eting Zhao Funí’s gaze, calmly stating, "If I act, I can save her."
Zhao Funí was initially taken aback, then burst into laughter!!!
"Hahahaha..."
A laughter full of extre anger.
A laugh mixed with a terrifying ferocity.
"Kid, you really don’t understand the aning of life and death?!" Zhao Funí was utterly furious.
She wouldn’t allow anyone to tamper with Zhao Lingxi, because once soone moved, the seal could break and chaos ensue, leading most likely to Zhao Lingxi’s imdiate death, not even lasting three more years.
For this reason, hearing soone wanted to save Zhao Lingxi made her want to burst into rage and destruction? It’s why she rushed over imdiately upon hearing it?
Zhao Lingxi was her everything.
Zhao Lingxi was her niece, yet more than a daughter to her, having raised her since childhood.
"Lingxi, step aside for , or else Auntie will kill you along with him." Zhao Funí roared, her voice echoing like a bloodthirsty dragon, rage burning the sky, the terrifying aura roaring and boiling, almost toppling the entire Qing Jian Tomb.
If one looked closely enough, they’d see a flash of red in Zhao Funí’s eyes.
Zhao Lingxi was her reverse scale, untouchable by anyone.
"Die for !" Then, Zhao Funí shouted in anger, her eyes cold as she raised the three-foot-long pale yellow bamboo pole, smashing it directly at Su Chen.
Indeed, not holding back.
Indeed, quick to anger and kill.
Even Su Chen was speechless, this old woman seed delusional. His mouth twitched violently, harboring murderous intent.
"Aunt, then kill too." Zhao Lingxi was stubbornly firm yet angry too, feeling her aunt was really ill, not knowing right from wrong. She held onto Su Chen tightly, stubbornly biting her silver teeth, closing her eyes.
If he dies, she’ll die with him.
If he dies and she lives, she’ll feel such guilt that living would be worse than death.
In the blink of an eye, terrifying murderous, cold, and fierce aura arrived before Su Chen and Zhao Lingxi.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
The pale yellow bamboo pole trembled, emanating an aura of utter obliteration.
Almost, if it moved an inch further, it would annihilate Su Chen and Zhao Lingxi together.
Yet, it halted.
"Lingxi, you... you are simply beyond help." Zhao Funí trembled with anger, unable to fathom that even in the face of life and death, Zhao Lingxi still chose to be with Su Chen.
Completely poisoned, lost to reason!
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