The warm lips seemed to melt the demon within her heart, bit by bit.
Gu Qianying hooked her arms around Nangong Mo's neck, deepening their kiss.
The demonic energy in the darkness appeared to dissipate gradually.
Among all things, withered branches and leaves slowly began to awaken.
Above the dim sky, sunlight emerged, casting a faint golden glow upon the earth.
The fierce battle continued.
The moment Gu Qianying released Nangong Mo, she raised her hand and pinched his cheek.
"Husband, leave the rest to me!"
Turning around, Gu Qianying picked up a short sword dropped by someone on the ground. She stepped on the wind, leaping over the shoulders of several Yi people and flying towards Meng Zhiyuan.
Without using any spiritual energy, she engaged in close-quarters combat. When Meng Zhiyuan had nowhere to dodge, she placed the short sword at his neck and subdued him.
Holding Meng Zhiyuan by the collar of his back, she landed steadily on the arena, facing the crowd.
"Everyone, stop!"
All the Yi people present had obeyed Meng Zhiyuan's command when he issued it.
However... with Gu Qianying holding him hostage.
All the Yi people froze and ceased their fighting.
"You woman, you... what did you do to me?"
Meng Zhiyuan glared fiercely at Gu Qianying, wishing he could bite her to death.
His cultivation was decent, and his martial arts were excellent, yet at this very moment, he was unable to move.
"Silence!"
Gu Qianying glanced at the silver needle on Meng Zhiyuan's shoulder.
With the needle inserted into the acupoint, he naturally could not move.
"Listen to me! I don't care what connection your Yijing Pavilion has with the demonic race. Today, you people have harmed my dear friend and crossed my bottom line. Since that is the case, I can only 'kill the chicken to scare the monkeys'!"
As she spoke.
With a "crack!" sound.
A bloody arm flew off instantly, splattering blood high into the air!
Meng Zhiyuan stared in horror at the ferocious woman who had severed his arm.
His face turned somewhat pale from the pain, and he almost lost his balance.
Gu Qianying raised her sleeve and flicked out a second silver needle, puncturing his Jiaji acupoint, forcing him to stand steady!
With her other jade-like hand, she toyed with the blood-stained short sword, her clear, cold eyes looking down upon the world with arrogance.
The wind rose.
The short sword in her palm spun again.
She struck with swift precision.
"Hiss!"
Another bloody arm flew out.
It landed outside the arena.
Blood still flowed from where the arm had been severed.
Meng Zhiyuan was in so much pain he almost fainted.
His complexion could no longer be described as merely unsightly.
"You... kill me."
Meng Zhiyuan, unable to bear the agony, begged for mercy.
Gu Qianying did not even spare him a glance. She continued to face the crowd, her voice clear and cold.
"Listen carefully. Since you all believe I am a person of the demonic path, then I shall be as you wish. What harm is there in becoming a demonic person! Since you hold great enmity towards people of the demonic path, then I shall bear this hatred. From today onwards, your Pavilion Master Meng Qinghua remains your Pavilion Master. If any of you dare to harbor ill intentions towards him..."
As she spoke.
Gu Qianying thrust the bloody tip of the sword into Meng Zhiyuan's neck.
She did not sever his main artery but ensured blood continued to flow.
Her red lips curved, and she continued her unfinished sentence: "If you harbor... ill intentions, your fate will be as his!"
Clad in a red robe, her skirt billowed wildly.
She saw the fear in the eyes of all the Yi people present.
She felt this scene was highly effective.
"Of course! You can also emulate me and kill your Pavilion Master. But... if you have such thoughts, then I shall use my demonic power to raze your Yijing Pavilion. However... if you still wish to continue living your secluded, idyllic life, as long as you obey, your Yijing Pavilion, this island, will be protected by me from now on. I will absolutely not allow any other demonic individuals to set foot on this island. How about it?"
Her words were forthright and resounding.
Silence fell upon the crowd, and all the Yi people looked at Gu Qianying.
Nangong Mo and the others remained silent.
After a moment of quiet.
All the Yi people surprisingly dropped their weapons and, kneeling towards Meng Qinghua's position, shouted in unison: "We pay respects to the Pavilion Master! We swear to follow the Pavilion Master until death!"
Their shouts, repeated again and again, rose from low to high, becoming very loud.
Meng Qinghua stood rooted to the spot, his robes stained with blood.
The long sword in his hand had fallen to the ground at some unknown time.
The wind blew past his eyes, lifting his disheveled hair.
He followed his gaze towards the woman standing on the arena.
His clear, calm eyes were filled with deep emotion.
A smile tugged at his bleeding lips. He clutched his chest and walked step by step towards the arena.
Gu Qianying, this woman... she was truly... too good to him.
Meng Qinghua ascended the arena.
Gu Qianying, having already thrown Meng Zhiyuan before Nangong Mo, walked off the arena towards Nangong Mo.
Meng Zhiyuan, who was lying before Nangong Mo, let out a pained cry.
However, before his cries could last for long, Nangong Mo waved his sleeve and struck him unconscious with a palm.
"Wife, you did wonderfully."
Nangong Mo extended his hand to Gu Qianying.
Gu Qianying naturally leaned into his embrace.
At this moment.
Sixth Prince Nangong Li, Luolayata, Meng Yi, and Lu Zhu walked towards Nangong Mo.
Nangong Li had sustained minor injuries, and Luolayata was supporting him.
Meng Yi and Lu Zhu were unharmed, though their robes were stained with blood.
On the other side.
Du Chun, carrying Meng Xiangxiang whose head was still covered, intended to keep the restless woman from moving. However, as he turned his head, he discovered that Meng Xiangxiang had fallen asleep on his back.
He could clearly hear the steady breathing from Meng Xiangxiang's nostrils.
Hmm...
At this moment, he suddenly realized that this brainless woman, Meng Xiangxiang, was not entirely unlikable.
He continued carrying Meng Xiangxiang without moving.
After sleeping for an unknown duration, Meng Xiangxiang, feeling restless, pushed aside the cloth covering her head, revealing her face.
However, still not fully awake, as she shifted on Du Chun's back with a larger range of motion, her body suddenly tilted towards the ground.
Du Chun's heart leaped, and he quickly extended a hand to catch her.
However... Meng Xiangxiang's strength was considerable. As she grasped Du Chun's outstretched hand, she leaned backward, pulling Du Chun forcefully onto her.
Hmm...
Du Chun lost his footing for a moment, his body leaning forward, and he ended up pressed against Meng Xiangxiang.
Their lips met by sheer coincidence.
Meng Xiangxiang's eyes widened in surprise.
Du Chun was also shocked, his entire body tensed.
Those on Nangong Mo's side looked over.
Everyone wore a knowing, mischievous smile.
Nangong Li let out an excited whistle.
After reacting, Du Chun quickly scrambled to his feet, pulling Meng Xiangxiang up with him.
"I... I... I don't need you to take responsibility, I... it's okay."
Meng Xiangxiang looked shyly at Du Chun, uttered these words, and then ran away, covering her face.
Du Chun stood frozen, lost in the wind...