117: Chapter 117 Sister Mei Moves the Bed, Changes on the Battlefield.

The Silver-haired Loli tilted her head back and laughed maniacally.

The laughter was sharp, piercing the dome of the Colosseum and making it buzz.

"Haha... Mere Epic, dissolve into a puddle of minced meat in ultimate euphoria!"

Hundreds of years.

As a proud Blood Clan Prince and demigod, the number of Legendary-tier beings she had killed was well over double digits.

This time, she was actually forced to use a mutual-destruction trump card against a mortal.

But it was worth it.

As long as he died!

However.

The laughter rolled into the second cycle and abruptly stopped.

In the center of the surging pink mist, Lin Qing's body was trembling.

But he didn't explode.

He didn't turn into minced meat.

A dark vortex, far more domineering and unreasonable than the God Blood of Violent Desires, roared to life inside Lin Qing's body.

The pink mist was torn apart and pulverized strand by strand, completely swept into the vortex.

The sweet fragrance in the air was dissipating.

Yet the manic aura on Lin Qing not only didn't decrease, it increased instead.

His blood-red eyes stared at the Silver-haired Loli.

He stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his dry lips.

"Im... Impossible..."

The smile on the Silver-haired Loli's face froze.

The manic, suicidal pleasure on her face peeled away layer by layer.

The color drained from her cheeks, from her lips, and from the depths of her scarlet pupils.

Her lips were trembling.

Yet not a single complete syllable could be squeezed out.

The God Blood of Violent Desires.

Was... eaten?

The Prince's demeanor cultivated over hundreds of years shattered into powder at this moment.

"You... Don't come over!"

Lin Qing took a step forward.

Just one step.

The stone slabs on the ground were ground into a crack by the sole of his foot, and the heat wave spread along the crack.

Her knees softened by half an inch.

Another step.

Her back slammed against the barrier of the Colosseum.

There was nowhere left to retreat.

Looking at the abnormality on Lin Qing's body, the little Loli's legs were shaking.

Her silver hair scattered, covering half of her pale face.

On the spectator stand.

Liu Meini did not know when she had stood behind the other women.

Her bright red wedding dress trailed on the ground, motionless.

Those phoenix eyes swept over the remaining pink mist in the arena, and then fell on Lin Qing, whose aura was rising steadily within the mist.

She looked for three seconds.

Then, she raised her hand.

A casual snap of her fingers.

"Snap."

The next instant.

Right in the center of the Colosseum, space twisted.

"Boom—!"

A luxurious, large bed carved with dragons and phoenixes that everyone was extremely familiar with was snatched out of thin air from Lin Qing's single room and dropped onto the ground of the Colosseum!

In the entire spectator stand, all thirty people, not a single one made a sound.

An Mumu's peach blossom eyes widened to the limit, and she covered her mouth with both hands.

A muffled gasp leaked through the cracks of her fingers—not knowing whether it was shock or laughter.

With a "clack" sound, Su Xixi pushed the half-drawn melt-extinguishing blade back into its scabbard.

She crossed her arms, lifted her chin slightly, and pressed the corners of her mouth into an angry yet satisfying arc.

The blue-and-red rule mark between her eyebrows stopped flashing.

Bai Nian raised her hand to press her forehead and let out a long sigh.

But halfway through the sigh, the corners of her mouth uncontrollably curled upward.

She didn't turn her head.

What kind of defeat wasn't a defeat, after all?

This Blood Clan Prince was destined today to pay the longest price for that drop of god blood.

Ruan Ruoruo clutched An Mumu's sleeve, her small face blushing red, but her eyes wide and staring unblinkingly at the arena.

Inside the Colosseum.

The vibration of the large bed hitting the ground made Lin Qing raise his head.

His bloodshot eyes pierced through the remaining pink mist, locking directly onto Liu Meini high up in the spectator stand.

She didn't speak.

There was no extra expression.

She merely lowered her eyelids and nodded at Lin Qing.

The meaning was obvious.

Lin Qing looked at Bai Nian, Su Xixi, An Mumu, and Ruan Ruoruo again.

Among the thirty pairs of eyes, there was not a trace of worry or hesitation left.

They nodded in unison.

There was only one tacit understanding left in those eyes—leave it to you.

As well as a trace of undisguised schadenfreude toward the shivering silver furball on the ground.

Lin Qing smiled.

Biting his lower lip with his teeth, he smiled wantonly and blatantly.

He turned around.

The Silver-haired Loli collapsed at the base of the barrier, her silver hair spreading all over the ground, and her hands painted with deep red nail polish clawing at the gaps in the stone slabs.

Her broken nails were embedded in the stone cracks, oozing a trace of blood.

"No... Don't! I was wrong!"

Her voice was shrill, broken, and tinged with a cry.

"I am willing to submit! I am willing to be a slave! I am willing to do anything! Please—"

The smile on Lin Qing's face didn't change.

The temperature in the depths of his eyes dropped below zero.

He stepped forward.

Bending down, his five fingers gripped her slender ankle.

The Silver-haired Loli struggled frantically, clawing at the ground with both hands and feet, her broken nails scraping harsh sounds against the stone slabs.

Her ankle was clamped tightly by that burning large hand, motionless.

It was useless.

With a single wave of Lin Qing's hand,

her body of less than a hundred catties was thrown into the air, tracing a silver arc through the sky, and smashed with a "bang" onto the mattress of that luxurious large bed.

The mattress bounced once.

Her silver hair scattered, covering half of the pillow surface.

Before she had time to turn over, a burning shadow already pressed down.

Lin Qing pressed forward and mounted her.

One hand braced beside her ear, and the other gripped her struggling wrist, pinning it against the carved headboard above her head.

Burning breath puffed against her auricle.

His voice was hoarse.

"God blood?"

He tilted his head slightly, the smile at the corner of his mouth carrying a cruel scrutiny.

"Just in time."

"Help me liven things up."

The Silver-haired Loli's struggle stopped.

It wasn't giving up.

It was her body reacting before her consciousness.

The lingering poison of that crushed God Blood of Violent Desires was also backfiring on her.

Her limbs were turning weak, and at this moment, the god blood had turned into shackles locking her down.

"Aoo... Woo... Hoho!"

A warped whimper squeezed out of her throat, only to be cut off as she tightly bit her lip.

Her teeth sank into her lip meat, oozing a wisp of blood.

The next instant,

an uncontrollable arc of electricity surged across her body.

The lightning spread along her arms, crackling as it climbed up Lin Qing's forearms and chest.

Lin Qing's whole body was shocked until his muscles tensed and the tips of his hair were twitching.

Meanwhile, the girl beneath him also trembled uncontrollably, her long silver hair standing on end, squeezing out a crushed, muffled groan from the depths of her throat.

Outside the barrier of the spectator stand,

An Mumu silently reached out and covered Ruan Ruoruo's eyes next to her.

Ruan Ruoruo slapped away her hand, her small face blushing so red it could drip blood, and shouted in a low voice: "Let me look! So what if I just take a look!"

An Mumu didn't stop her anymore.

She turned her head away instead, one hand unconsciously stroking her lower abdomen, complex emotions swirling in her peach blossom eyes.

Bai Nian turned around entirely, facing the wall.

Her hands were crossed and pressed against her chest, her breathing deliberately slowed down.

The tips of her ears were completely red, so red they looked like they were about to burn.

Su Xixi leaned against the barrier, crossing her arms and holding the melt-extinguishing blade horizontally in front of her chest. Her face turned to the side, her jawline tensed into a straight line.

She clenched her back teeth, holding that breath in her chest over and over again, finally turning it into a short, muffled sigh.

Su Mengmeng stood at the very back of the crowd, twisting her hem with both hands and lowering her head.

The tips of her ears were red to the point of being almost transparent, her lips pressed into a line, unable to say a single word.

The sounds coming from the Colosseum were intermittent.

The crackle of electricity.

The slight shaking of the bed frame.

And, whimpers tinged with a crying tone, getting weaker and weaker one after another.

This mutual destruction personally initiated by the Silver-haired Loli ultimately burned only her alone.