Cang Qing's eyes gleamed with ever-increasing pride, and even his blood seemed to be excitedly clamoring.
"Eldest Princess, tell me, how would you like to die?" he asked with a smile.
Mo Xue did not answer him, nor did she feel the fear of death. Her mind was racing, thinking about how she could end both their lives together.
In the distance, Taixu Zi sat with concentrated focus on the ground, gathering all of the remaining Spiritual Power in his body into his palms.
When Cang Qing attacked them later, he would, at the cost of all his cultivation, protect them with everything he had.
This was probably the last thing he would do for Mo Xue...
"Why not, chop off your limbs, turn you into human sticks, and then let you slowly die in agony?" Cang Qing mused to himself.
"...," Mo Xue remained silent, but her eyes grew even darker.
