93: If I can't kill her, then Xiaoxue, don't blame me...

Kill him?

This thought surfaced in her mind once again.

But this time, it felt more powerless than any time before.

She knew very well.

Given the perverse, "unkillable cockroach"-like Luck Qin Feng was currently displaying.

Even if she disregarded everything and personally took action.

She might not necessarily be able to kill him.

It was possible that her full-strength strike would not only fail to kill him but would instead become "nourishment" for his next Breakthrough, just like the thousands of Sword Intents in this Sword Tomb.

It might even trigger the legendary backlash of the Heavenly Dao, something powerful enough to make even a Tribulation Stage Great Power pale in fear!

This risk was too great.

So great that even she, the queen who had ruled the Tianxuan Sect for hundreds of years, could not afford it.

Bai Luoli's gaze lingered on the cross-legged figure in the haotian mirror for a long time.

Her eyes flickered wildly between Killing Intent and apprehension.

After a long while.

All the Killing Intent in her eyes completely receded.

In its place was a cold light filled with determination.

Since he cannot be killed.

Since destiny stands on his side.

Then the only thing she could do was... follow the will of heaven.

Or rather... Bai Luoli's gaze slowly shifted away from Qin Feng.

It landed on another corner of the haotian mirror.

There was Qingxin Peak.

It was that mist-shrouded Main Peak.

She seemed to be able to see her Junior Sister, who looked seventy percent like her but had a completely different temperament.

She was pacing back and forth inside her bedchamber, restless.

That cold, pretty face was filled with an indelible worry.

Zhao Muxue.

Bai Luoli's red lips unconsciously uttered the name.

Scenes she had seen in the haotian mirror over the past few days uncontrollably surfaced in her mind—scenes that made her feel both ridiculous and... envious.

How that man had pulled her once-lofty Junior Sister down from her pedestal and into the mortal world, step by step.

And how he had turned her from an ice queen into a little woman who would cry, laugh, act spoiled, and get jealous.

A thought, like the wildest of vines, suddenly sprouted in the depths of Bai Luoli's heart and could no longer be suppressed.

What is the best way to have a man?

It isn't to oppress him with power.

It isn't to plot against him with schemes.

It is... The corners of Bai Luoli's mouth slowly curled into an arc.

Within those sharp phoenix eyes, a burning flame called "possession" flickered with unprecedented intensity!

"Since I can't kill him, then Muxue..."

"Don't blame me..."

...Sword Tomb Abyss.

Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes.

In those deep eyes, two streaks of golden lightning seemed to flash and vanish!

He stood up, feeling the terrifying power of the Late Nascent Soul Stage within him, which was more than ten times more robust than before.

An unprecedented, powerful confidence welled up from the bottom of his heart!

He looked down at the brocade robe he was wearing, which was already tattered and stained with blood.

With a thought.

A brand new, spotless black cloud-patterned brocade robe appeared on his body.

He looked up toward the top of the abyss.

There, it was still a grey expanse of dead silence.

But now, in his eyes, those sky-filling Sword Intents and that bone-chilling resentment could no longer pose any threat to him.

"It's time to go out."

Qin Feng murmured to himself.

He knew he had been here for a long time.

There were surely many people waiting for him outside.

Especially his precious wives.

At the thought of their worried expressions, Qin Feng's heart couldn't help but warm.

However, just as he was preparing to soar into the sky and leave this hellhole.

His gaze was drawn to the pitch-black iron sword slanted into the ground not far away.

It was this sword that had led him here.

And it was precisely because of the absolute vacuum zone around it that he had a chance to breathe at the final moment.

Just what was the Origin of this sword?

A deep curiosity rose in Qin Feng's heart.

He walked over slowly... As Qin Feng's foot stepped into that ten-zhang radius vacuum zone.

An indescribable, terrifying aura that seemed capable of freezing the Soul instantly enveloped his entire being.

It wasn't Sword Intent.

Nor was it Killing Intent.

It was something more pure, more fundamental... Destruction!

It was as if within this space, all Laws and all vitality had been completely erased by this aura of destruction!

Qin Feng's mind suddenly jolted!

The golden Divine Elephant inside him actually let out a low, alert roar uncontrollably at this moment!

This was the first time he had felt this way since breaking through to the Late Nascent Soul Stage!

This seemingly ordinary iron sword was definitely not simple!

Qin Feng's gaze became incredibly solemn.

He did not advance recklessly again.

Instead, he stood at the edge of the vacuum zone, carefully examining the pitch-black iron sword slanted in the ground.

The blade was about three feet seven inches long, slightly longer than a typical Flying Sword.

The edge had long been pitted by time, showing not a hint of sharpness.

The crossguard was also just a simple cross shape.

The entire sword, from top to bottom, exuded a simple, unadorned, and one could even say ugly aura.

But Qin Feng sensed a terrifying power from that rust-covered blade that made even him tremble!

That power was hidden beneath the thick layer of rust.

Like an ancient Vicious Beast that had been slumbering for billions of years.

Once awakened, it would be enough to destroy heaven and earth!

"Just what kind of sword is this?"

Qin Feng's heart was filled with shock.

He tried to extend his Divine Sense toward it.

Wanting to find out the truth.

However, the instant his Divine Sense touched that iron sword!

Buzz—

A terrifying sword hum that seemed to come from the Nine Serenities Hell, filled with endless slaughter and destruction, suddenly exploded in his mind!

Pfft!

Qin Feng's body jerked violently!

A mouthful of blood sprayed uncontrollably from his mouth!

His face turned deathly pale in an instant! He felt as if his Divine Soul had been severely scorched by an invisible, red-hot branding iron!

That burning pain originating from the depths of his Soul made him let out a muffled groan of agony!

What... what a terrifying sword!

Qin Feng retreated seven or eight steps in succession before he barely managed to steady himself. His deep eyes were filled with unbelievable horror!

Just by touching it with his Divine Sense for a moment!

It caused such a severe backlash to a Prodigy like him, whose Divine Soul strength far exceeded that of Cultivators of the same rank by a hundredfold!

This sword is definitely a Weapon of Calamity!

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