A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother Chapter 305: Feeling Sad for Him

"No!!"

"I can't die yet!"

"I still need to see Fanyue, no... I can't!"

"......"

Lin Wanqing took a deep breath and slowly rose from the ground.

Her body trembled violently, yet her gaze remained exceptionally resolute.

Her palm gently brushed across the sword's surface.

The previously agitated sword cald down, and without hesitation, Lin Wanqing once again extended her sword forward.

"Audacious!!"

The Consolidation Stage powerhouse roared in anger.

Lin Wanqing's second sword strike seed to have truly enraged him.

This ti, the long-renowned Consolidation Stage expert showed no rcy, directly suppressing her.

Lin Wanqing's figure appeared insignificantly small beneath the vast sky.

For a Transformation Spirit cultivator, delivering two consecutive sword strikes

was already the limit.

The Consolidation Stage powerhouse attempted to repeat his earlier move, preparing to crush the sword light with a flick of his finger.

Yet this ti, upon contact, his finger abruptly recoiled.

The powerhouse's face revealed shock.

"You......"

He stared in disbelief at his injured finger.

"Arrogant!!"

He bellowed, causing violent tremors throughout the entire Dao Domain.

Clearly, the Consolidation Stage powerhouse had been thoroughly provoked.

He couldn't accept being wounded by such a weak opponent, especially when he had been looking down on her.

"Die!!"

His voice brimd with killing intent, an enraged roar from his utter humiliation.

Lin Wanqing was crushed once more.

With several crisp "crack" sounds, the flying sword suddenly began shattering inch by inch, finally unable to withstand the terrifying force and exploding completely!

Countless tiny fragnts scattered like raindrops in all directions.

Lin Wanqing collapsed unconscious.

"Hmph! re junior." The Consolidation Stage powerhouse snorted coldly.

Feng Liuli unfolded the note her senior brother had given her and continued shouting:

"Lin Wanqing, Fanyue is still waiting for you."

"Fanyue keeps watching from the mountain peak, waiting for you, yet he's never seen your figure again."

"He'll keep watching for you every day, until the seas run dry and mountains crumble!"

"Lin Wanqing, don't you want to see him again?"

"........"

As Feng Liuli's shouts continued,

At that very instant, the Consolidation Stage powerhouse's palm descended like a mountain, roaring as it swept downward.

"Boom!!"

With an earth-shaking explosion,

Just as everyone assud Lin Wanqing was surely dood,

The Consolidation Stage powerhouse's expression suddenly changed.

The sensation was wrong!

Beneath the massive palm, golden light erged.

The spreading radiance ford a protective barrier shielding Lin Wanqing.

Lin Wanqing murmured, "I can't die... I can't die... How can I die here... Fanyue is waiting for ..."

The powerhouse abruptly looked up to see a golden sword intent surging from the distant horizon, carrying boundless majesty and killing intent.

This sword intent seed summoned by Lin Wanqing herself.

Ever since Lin Wanqing, the forr generation's Sword Dao champion, had died in her past life, her sword intent had wandered lost, with none able to control it.

Yet as Lin Wanqing gradually awakened, her innate Sword Dao power continuously erged.

These scattered sword intents began gradually returning, reconverging around her.

The Consolidation Stage powerhouse grew sowhat panicked.

(ΩДΩ)!!!

What the hell is this?

Is this sothing a normal Transformation Spirit cultivator should possess?

The powerhouse repeatedly extended massive palms descending from the sea of clouds.

Each enormous palm was mountain-sized, with Dao patterns swirling in their centers.

Dao rhythms intertwined in the palms' centers like countless stars, emitting heart-palpitating energy fluctuations.

"Boom boom boom—!!"

Yet no matter how he attacked, he couldn't breach the golden sword energy.

Though the golden sword energy appeared as a thin layer, its resilience was extraordinary.

These golden sword energies continuously converged into Lin Wanqing's body.

This wasn't abruptly erging power, but her original strength returning.

Li Xuanxiao watched this scene with astonishnt.

Tsk~

This is Third Senior Sister?

Too strong.

Good thing I'm not fighting her.

For a mont, Li Xuanxiao almost felt pity for this Profound Sword Sect's Consolidation Stage expert.

Probably left by the Heavenly Dao for ........

"Die die die die!!!"

The Consolidation Stage powerhouse solemnly raised his hand, examining his palm.

A vicious wound now split his palm, blood gushing forth to stain his entire hand.

His manifested avatar's palm bore identical severe damage with a deep gash.

The lingering sword intents didn't dissipate with the wound's appearance, but rather clung like maggots to bone, firmly attached to his palm.

Refusing to leave. They seed to greedily devour the powerhouse's vitality, worsening his injuries.

The powerhouse stared fixedly at Lin Wanqing.

This woman... is she really Transformation Spirit? What the hell is she?

Like a phoenix reborn from flas, Lin Wanqing once again rose slowly from where she'd fallen.

Golden sword intents swirled around her like loyal sword attendants.

Sotis converging into powerful torrents, other tis dispersing into countless tiny streams.

These sword intents seed intimately connected to her ntal state.

The Consolidation Stage powerhouse took a deep breath.

This... this...

I...

Damn!!

".........."

Cangzhou, Ancient Battlefield.

"Boom boom!!"

"Boom..."

Three days and nights of relentless battle.

Leaving Lingxu no breathing room.

Lingxu simply kept throwing punches.

Just then, a great demon burrowed underground into the city behind Lingxu.

Lingxu turned to see the demon casually grab two human cultivators and toss them into the demon horde.

"Lingxu!! Lingxu!!"

"Look here!!"

Cold flashed in Lingxu's eyes.

The ram-headed demon crushed another person's skull with one hand.

"Lingxu, co quickly!!"

Lingxu, back turned to the demon army, threw another punch backward.

"Boom—!!!"

"Lingxu!"

Lingxu took a step forward.

The great demon suddenly unfurled its robe, the enormous garnt covering the entire city.

"Co! Kill , and you still can't protect this city!"

"Killing you is enough!"

Lingxu's voice thundered.

The demon's eyes widened.

"The city's people, Lingxu, you can..."

A punch descended without sound.

No blood, only green smoke rising from the demon.

That punch had struck this demon's Dao heart, touching its origin.

Neutralizing the great demon.

Lingxu casually plucked off its head as easily as picking a pumpkin.