Lu Shinian’s face darkened, and he launched a direct attack on Ian.
Ian reacted swiftly, and he hadn’t expected that the one attacking him would be soone from Su Ruan’s side. The Insect Race had always defended by attacking, so he directly t the attack.
Sparks flew, the sofa shattered, the table cracked with a creaking sound.
Everywhere one looked, everything had turned into fragnts.
Their assault did not stop, and if the villa weren’t small, Lu Shinian would almost have used his cha.
But at the mont, he only resorted to hand-to-hand combat and attacks with materialized spiritual power.
A strand of Ian’s hair was sliced off by spiritual power turned into blades, lightly floating to the ground.
There was an even heavier wickedness between his brows, and he even curved his lips.
"Interesting."
In this Second World, there actually existed a person who could materialize spiritual power.
As far as he knew, humans were extrely limited in their control of spiritual power, only using it on those so-called chas. Once away from the chas, they were nothing.
He hadn’t expected to see this today in this so-called Second World of humans.
The combat styling flair boiled in Ian’s blood, and his attack beca even fiercer, even materializing his spiritual power.
It was a large blade, about half a ter high compared to the blade Lu Shinian’s spiritual power turned into. Blood mist swirled around it, full of malevolence, as if forged in blood.
Lu Shinian narrowed his eyes, countless blades surrounded Ian, dancing in the air.
This battle had evolved beyond a simple fight into a clash probing each other’s strength.
Although they fought fiercely, both ticulously avoided where Su Ruan was, ensuring no harm would co to her.
Su Ruan originally intended to stop them, but after seeing Lu Shinian glance at her, she silently swallowed down her words.
The battle raged on. On the entire first floor, apart from the area within one ter where Su Ruan stood, nothing remained intact.
The data from this section was severely damaged, even the long-recovering Little Qi Tangtang poked out a little head curiously and asked: "Master, what are they doing?"
"They’re fighting." Su Ruan replied to Tangtang while closely monitoring the battle.
On the surface, Lu Shinian seed to have the upper hand, but Su Ruan always felt that Ian had many trump cards yet untouched.
Tangtang evidently enjoyed the spectacle, initially only poking out a small head but eventually floated out entirely from the data space.
A little girl with pigtails sat lightly on Su Ruan’s shoulder, swinging her fair and tender little feet, chatting with Su Ruan through an encrypted channel.
"Master, why are they fighting?"
Su Ruan pondered for a second, "Maybe Brother Lu feels like he’s been cheated on?"
After all, Ian’s earlier soft moan was too strange.
Anyone who didn’t know might think she had done sothing to him.
Tangtang apparently didn’t know what "cheated on" ant, but fortunately, she had an extensive database and could look up its aning.
However...
There are many kinds of "cheated on" in human terms, and Tangtang wasn’t sure which it was.
With so distress, she glanced at the definitions for "cheated on," looked at the two fighting, and then at her master also watching them, deciding not to ask further.
Anyway... just enjoy the show!
This was Tangtang’s first ti seeing a fight, and her round eyes bore excitent and curiosity. Her little feet swung back and forth, and her fair little palms clapped.
Su Ruan glanced at Tangtang. If it weren’t for the occasion being inappropriate, she would want to clap as well.
Indeed... the battle between the two was too spectacular.
Ian’s spiritual power solidified into a malevolent big blade, but one couldn’t deny that the blade in his hand was extrely stunning, seemingly endowed with so special aura, full of presence.
Lu Shinian’s spiritual power manifested as blades radiating a chilling light, like extre ice blades. Just a glance instilled a piercing coldness, too fearso to approach.
Both were the epito of fierce; one with blood, the other with ice.
It was unclear who would ultimately prevail, but at the mont, Lu Shinian appeared to be in the lead.
Just as this thought erged, the scene suddenly shifted.
Cold wind rose, bone-chilling cold spread, the temperature seed to drop to sub-zero, even making Su Ruan’s body tremble slightly.
Ian hooked a wicked smile.
Lu Shinian stood firm, watching Ian without a hint of expression.
Invisible ripples spread through the air.
The blood mist on the big blade billowed, gradually spreading out.
Su Ruan’s nerves suddenly tensed, rising with a sense of foreboding. A voice seed to urge her, to stop, to halt all this.
She suddenly took a step forward, calling out: "Ian."
The blood mist halted its spread, even disappearing completely in that instant.
Ian looked at Su Ruan, like a child acknowledging a fault, a hint of remorse flashing in his eyes, "Sorry for wrecking your first floor."
Su Ruan didn’t reply to Ian imdiately but quickly walked to Lu Shinian’s side, took his arm, and softly said, "This is the Ian I told you about."
She tugged at his clothes from behind, signaling him to withdraw his spiritual power.
Lu Shinian’s eyes flickered, and he truly retrieved all his spiritual power.
Su Ruan then looked at Ian and introduced, "This is my husband, Lu Shinian."
Ian: ?
Lu Shinian’s pupils suddenly contracted. He looked down at Su Ruan, the darkness in his eyes deepening.
It was the first ti Ruan Ruan admitted he was her husband in front of others.
The words "husband" were simply the sweetest words, without parallel.
"Precious, you have a husband?" Ian exclaid incredulously, looking at Su Ruan in disbelief.
This... Precious is only 20 years old, how... how is she married?
What’s more frustrating, he didn’t even get to attend Precious’s wedding!
The Insect Race had no concept of "marriage," but over the years, in an effort to understand humans better, they had learned so human knowledge.
For instance, humans marry for love and divorce when love ends.
To the Insect Race, this was an utterly incredible notion.
The Insect Race never spoke of love. To them, the union of male and female was purely for procreation. Once offspring are born, they only need to hand them over to a breeding center, completing their task and allowing them to consider living for themselves.
After all, the Insect Race had a huge need for Energy Stones, and due to their never-satisfied Spiritual Sea, they were often in a state of extre hunger, otherwise, they wouldn’t invade human territories every few decades.
As is well known, humans are an exceedingly wealthy but quite weak race.
In any case, Ian never expected that Precious, at only 20 years old, essentially still a little one in Insect Race terms, would be... married?
Does this an the next step would be to have little ones?
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