Chapter 120 A Plea for the Holy Son…
With a low sigh from Xiao Ming, the flickering dark flames in his eyes surged instantly, almost manifesting into reality.
Yu Linglong, beside him, seemed to sense something; her heart pounded violently. The very act she hadn't dared to imagine just moments ago made her legs go weak, causing her to collapse directly beside Xiao Ming.
Gazing at the peerless beauty beside him, her white clothes fluttering amidst the misty vapor, her face flushed peach-red with her curves fully revealed, a dark light flickered in Xiao Ming's eyes.
He reached out slightly and pulled her toward him. With a startled "Ah... ya!", Yu Linglong suddenly felt her body lighten, and she fell into an incredibly solid embrace.
Almost at the same time, far away from the gentle and amorous atmosphere of Holy Son Peak, the Vice Sect Master's main hall was thick with a stagnant, murderous aura!
Seven figures exuding majestic auras, like ghosts in the dark of night, tightly surrounded the solitary, proud red figure in the center of the hall.
Of these seven, four were wreathed in surging Devilish Qi that faintly resonated with the heavens and earth—they were clearly experts at the Soul Transformation Stage!
The auras of the two leaders were deep as the abyss and vast as the sea, their pressure like a prison; they already stood at the Peak of the Soul Transformation Stage! The other three were also mere steps away from the Soul Transformation Stage.
Locked in the murderous intent of these seven powerful experts, Luo Hongyi's red dress rustled, yet there was not a trace of fear on her beautiful face, only a cold, calm composure and a burning, fiery Battle Intent blazing in her eyes.
At some point, she had grasped a crimson longsword. The blade hummed, seemingly entwined with the phantom of a Phoenix, its crimson light soaring to the heavens.
"Jie jie jie..." The handsome, demonic, pale, and sickly figure leading them was none other than the notorious Old Ghost Yu Mo.
He licked his deathly pale lips, his greedy gaze undisguised as it swept over Luo Hongyi's breathtaking curves. He smiled evilly, "Vice Sect Master Luo, why resist to the bitter end? As long as you surrender obediently, I guarantee I will 'cherish' you well and let you taste the ultimate bliss of this world. Wouldn't that be...?"
But before he could finish, he was interrupted by a cold, yet dignified and pleasant voice.
"Are you worthy?"
Luo Hongyi's response was merely those three cold words. Before the sound had even faded, she lunged forward with her sword.
Meanwhile, Xiao Ming, while indulging in his mischief, felt the warm, fragrant, and soft body in his arms. The beautiful face and faint, delicate fragrance so close at hand seemed to tease his heart with every passing moment.
Xiao Ming's scorching breath washed over Yu Linglong's ear, making her heart beat like a drum; the strength in her entire body seemed to be evaporated by that searing heat.
Suddenly—she felt clearly that something had emerged and was pressing against her.
It made her feel somewhat uncomfortable. Her mind went "boom," and shyness and unease surged like a tide, causing her body to stiffen instantly.
Yu Linglong turned her head slightly and pressed her cheek against Xiao Ming's chest, feeling the intense heartbeat from within. In a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz yet clearly audible, trembling slightly but unusually firm, she whispered in his ear, "Linglong, still..."
These low, soft, and shy words pierced his ears like a bewitching spell, echoing in Xiao Ming's mind, "Please, Saint... cherish me."
Xiao Ming chuckled. Gazing at the peerless beauty in her fluttering white clothes, her face slightly flushed and looking increasingly alluring, he felt his breathing grow heavy.
In the next instant, accompanied by a faint sound of tearing fabric, that white dress—already serving little purpose—drifted away like a broken, rain-soaked petal, landing softly by the edge of the pool.