"Draw your sword." Ling Chuxi said coldly. She did not have the slightest bit of pity for situ kuangjian.
Situ kuangjian could tell that Ling Chuxi would definitely not let him off today. He gritted his teeth and reached for his waist with his trembling right hand.
Since he couldn't escape the battle no matter how he begged for rcy, it was better for situ kuangjian to leap into the air the mont his hand touched the hilt of his sword and escape from the courtyard.
Even at this mont, he still did not have the courage to fight Ling Chuxi. The only thing he could do was to escape.
When people were in despair, they could often explode with ten tis or even a hundred tis their usual potential. Situ kuangjian's current speed was almost as fast as a monarch level expert's flying sword.
However, before he could even reach 15 ters, a silver light appeared in front of him. A clear figure had already appeared in front of him.
Situ Kuang Jian's chest sank and a huge force was transmitted over. Situ Kuang Jian was sent flying back and he rolled and crawled in front of Ling Chuxi.
Huangfu qingjue stood on his flying sword, his head of silver hair dancing in the wind. The aura of a monarch level master was clearly visible.
It was only now that situ kuangjian and he daojia found out that the handso young man who accompanied Ling Chuxi was actually a martial monarch. From his calm and collected moves just now, he was at least a late stage martial monarch. (Actually, Huangfu qingjue's current strength was at the middle stage of the martial monarch realm, but the actual combat ability of the divine sovereign clan was far beyond that of other cultivators. With their vision, they naturally could not see the depth of his strength and only thought that he was an expert at the late stage of the martial monarch realm or above.)
Just Ling Chuxi alone was not sothing they could contend against. Now, with the addition of a late stage monarch level master, they simply did not have any chance of contending against him.
There wasn't even any hatred in he daojia's eyes, only deep regret.
Situ kuangjian, on the other hand, only felt despair.
"Draw your sword. I'll give you one last chance to live." Ling Chuxi's peerlessly beautiful face was like ice that would not lt for thousands of years. It was so cold that it made people's hearts palpitate.
"I, I ..." Situ kuangjian still wanted to say sothing, but when he saw the expression on Ling Chuxi's face, he could not even finish his sentence.
In the end, situ kuangjian still managed to pull out his sword. However, his hand trembled, and his sword fell to the ground with a clatter.
"Soone like you actually dares to be called a Berserker." Ling Chuxi could not help but say in disdain.
When she thought about how the proud and arrogant Ling Yichen had actually been bullied by such a person, she felt even more uncomfortable and suffocated.
Ling Chuxi didn't like to kill people, but now, perhaps only killing people could relieve the pressure in her heart.
No matter how much she disdained situ kuangjian, she would not let him go.
"Let him go." Ling Yichen suddenly said.
"What?" Ling Chuxi was stunned for a mont, then she turned to look at Ling Yichen in surprise.
Ling Chuxi's heart throbbed in pain as she looked at Ling Yichen's heart that was like dead ashes after being seriously injured and having his cultivation destroyed. He no longer had the awe-inspiring air of the past that was vast and boundless but also proud.
"Killing him will only dirty your sword. I'll personally take back what I deserve. " Ling Yichen said in a hoarse voice.
Looking at that old and Haggard face, Ling Chuxi seed to see the proud and unyielding Ling Yichen again. He had not changed. Even after his cultivation had been exhausted, he still had not changed. He was still the Yichen of the past.
Ling Chuxi stared at him for a long ti before a familiar smile finally appeared on her face. It was so kind and warm.
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