Great Love Immortal Venerate: Why are all my fairies yandere? Chapter 208 131, Divine Emperor, why wait for the right time

After realizing that the last Inheritance Space before him was the White Tiger Inheritance, Xu Yuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At the sa ti, he had also co to understand the purpose of this space's examination and now knew why this examination had been so direct.

These killing intents were like the trials on the road to ascension. As long as they could endure these killing intents and reach the main tomb chamber smoothly, they would be able to successfully ascend and obtain the Heritage Mark.

But just enduring was not befitting of an emperor's deanor.

"Fellow Daoist."

While Xu Yuan was pondering, he also spoke softly to Liu Ruoxue, who was struggling to persevere.

"What's wrong?"

Liu Ruoxue's expression tensed, thinking he had been affected by the residual waves, and hurriedly looked over.

Seeing no wounds on Xu Yuan's body, she breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Have you discovered sothing?"

"Yes."

Xu Yuan nodded lightly.

"What is it?"

Liu Ruoxue continued to consolidate the Weak Water Three Thousand while asking.

She knew in her heart that Xu Yuan must have noticed sothing important, or else he wouldn't have spoken out.

"Try to attack actively, but... do it with killing intent, the stronger the better."

Xu Yuan squinted his eyes, looking at the ceaselessly descending sparks in the sky.

The crimson hue of the firelight dyed their foreheads blood-red, as if the whole world was bleeding.

"Killing intent?"

Liu Ruoxue knew he would not speak without aim, but she still couldn't understand how this was related to killing intent.

"There's no one else here, I can't conjure killing intent out of thin air."

Liu Ruoxue raised her delicate jade fingers, trying to gather killing intent from within while channeling Spiritual Power.

But with no specific target, she only felt puzzlent.

"Let help you."

Xu Yuan's eyes flashed, activating Illusory Realm silently.

The next mont, the Confucian-Mo Pavilion disciple who had been pursuing them reappeared in front of Liu Ruoxue.

This ti, her killing intent successfully surged forth.

"Go!"

Liu Ruoxue spoke coldly.

The Sword Qi, now infused with killing intent, seed as if it had been blessed by sothing; even the light emitted was much more brilliant.

Soon after, the Sword Qi struck the teor, cutting it directly in two.

But Xu Yuan still furrowed his brow.

His feeling had been right; in this realm, harboring killing intent could greatly amplify the power of one's techniques.

However, as things stood, although the boost Liu Ruoxue received was already powerful enough, it was still sowhat unsatisfactory.

Could it be...?

A new hypothesis ford in Xu Yuan's mind.

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"It's really you!"

He burst into laughter.

"And thank you for the commotion you created; otherwise, I wouldn't have found you so easily."

Unfortunately for him, the two did not show any signs of panic, just a cold, steady gaze.

This ignited a flare of anger within him.

Facing their imminent deaths, they still posed fearlessly.

The Confucian-Mo Pavilion disciple was annoyed and straightaway decided not to give them any chance to escape or leave any last words. He pointed his finger, his gaze falling upon the girl and the boy she was carrying on her back.

In the raging realm, the girl was like a flat boat carrying the boy amidst a tumultuous sea, and now, even this flat boat seed about to capsize.

The Wind Thunder Tornado, flickering with blue-purple arcs of electricity, seed to co alive as it expanded, sweeping towards the two from heaven and earth.

Liu Ruoxue pursed her lips, remaining silent.

Her Weak Water Three Thousand was already struggling to cope with the teor shower, not to ntion the opponent's Primordial Spirit killing move; the situation seed more perilous than hopeful.

Even if she wanted to flee, in such a chaotic realm, she didn't know where to escape to.

However, even in such a mont, her heart harbored no fear of death.

Contrarily, she felt a sense of joy and thrill.

Before death, to be just the two of them was wonderful.

Because it ant that at the end of Xu Yuan's life, it was her by his side, not the other two people.

In a sense, she... had won.

As Liu Ruoxue thought this, Xu Yuan suddenly burst into a hearty laugh.

"Why are you laughing?"

The Confucian-Mo Pavilion disciple frowned.

Xu Yuan slowly repressed his laughter: "I've understood."

As these words left his mouth, the two couldn't help but tense up.

"Understood? What have you understood, you understand?"

The Confucian-Mo Pavilion disciple felt an unexplained sense of panic and unease, but still forced himself to speak coldly: "You're just bluffing, facing death and still trying to deceive ?"

Xu Yuan did not retort, simply lifting his gaze.

The next mont, Liu Ruoxue suddenly felt a great weight on her back, as if she was not carrying a beloved lover but a towering mountain.

An emperor-like aura emanated from Xu Yuan just from a faint lifting of his gaze, causing the Confucian-Mo Pavilion disciple's legs to tremble involuntarily.

Scholars have always bowed down before emperors; there is no reason for them to stand.

"A re scholar, daring to covet the throne of the Divine Emperor?"

Xu Yuan's faint voice seed like mist that might dissipate in the wind at any mont.