Chapter 170: Moon

Chapter 170: Moon

"What do you think?" Du Qianjue's face broke into a distinctly chilling smile. Ling Chen almost fainted at the sight of this terrifying grin, but two of her sisters behind her weren't so steady; they screamed and actually did faint.

Du Qianjue tugged at the corner of his mouth, losing interest in bullying these young girls, and turned his attention to the last person who hadn't moved yet. Zhang Lexuan. "Senior sister, do we still need to fight?" The madness on Du Qianjue's face receded slightly, and his expression returned to his usual gentleness. Although Zhang Lexuan seemed a bit off, Du Qianjue still quite liked her character. Naturally, he couldn't treat her with the same violence as he had with Ma Xiaotao.

"Should we? Of course." Zhang Lexuan gazed adoringly at Du Qianjue, her eyes full of possessiveness. Okay, maybe he was thinking too much. Du Qianjue covered his forehead with his hand; Zhang Lexuan was no longer the Zhang Lexuan from the original story. Her character had completely collapsed!

"Well then, senior sister, how do you want to fight?" Du Qianjue's hand slid slightly down, covering most of his face, but through the gaps between his fingers, a faint red light could be seen twinkling in his eyes. The hunt has awakened!

Zhang Lexuan smiled seductively. Behind her, a pale white crescent moon tinged with a barely noticeable trace of blood reappeared. Dressed in a long white dress, her long hair cascading like a waterfall and her features as exquisite as a painting, she looked ethereally noble under the moonlight. It was only her eerie expression and the sickly red flush on her face that marred this beauty, yet added a strange allure.

"Just fight directly, no need to hold back with me~" Zhang Lexuan chuckled softly as soul rings rose around her feet, circling her.

"Alright." Du Qianjue nodded, his eyes flashing red as he instantly conjured a crystal-clear ice sword in his hand. Zhang Lexuan also materialized a crescent-shaped blade in her hand, the blade shimmering coldly.

In an instant, both figures vanished from their spots, reappearing where the other had just stood, backs to each other. The next second, the sound of clashing swords exploded in the air, each collision releasing a piercing sonic boom. Their speed was so fast it was impossible to see clearly.

Du Qianjue remained unscathed. However, Zhang Lexuan's white dress had quietly torn in several places, blood seeping through the fabric, the beads of blood trailing down her delicate skin. 'Ah, the pain...' Feeling the sharp pain, a dazed look of pleasure crossed Zhang Lexuan's eyes. This was the sensation he brought her. How wonderful—more, she wanted more, to be ruthlessly attacked by him!

Her crescent blade drew a beautiful arc in the air, Zhang Lexuan wielding it as if dancing, like a moth to a flame. Du Qianjue held his sword at bay, defending against the barrage of blade light from all directions, the chill of his sword growing more intense.

His eyes lit up with the color of the ultimate wind, fully employing its attributes. "Wind Strangle!" Seven avatars flashed behind Du Qianjue, each wielding a sword of wind element, easily neutralizing Zhang Lexuan's offensive and exposing her position in the air.

"Wind Bind!" The avatars of wind spun in place, creating seven tornadoes that connected heaven and earth, trapping Zhang Lexuan within.

"Emperor Sword: Ultimate Ice!" Du Qianjue shouted, slashing his ice sword through the air, the blade imbued with endless cold cutting through the immobilized Zhang Lexuan in midair.

Shhhh— Blood spilled as a twenty-centimeter long sword wound suddenly opened across Zhang Lexuan's abdomen, but the wound and the blood quickly froze over. Severely injured, Zhang Lexuan could no longer maintain her spirit avatar and fell from the sky like a withering flower, tragically beautiful.

Despite being a genius and a Soul Douluo herself, Zhang Lexuan was instantly defeated by Du Qianjue's flurry of moves, which, aside from the last, spared no effort. "Seems I was a bit too forceful..." Du Qianjue dissipated the ice sword in his hand and flew over to catch Zhang Lexuan's frail body.

"Cough, cough..." Cradled in Du Qianjue's arms, Zhang Lexuan coughed weakly, a mist of icy blood escaping her lips. 'Painful... but satisfying...' Leaning into Du Qianjue's embrace, she breathed in his scent greedily, a faint blush spreading across her pale face. Always... hold me, will you? Her half-closed eyes, hazy, stared up at Du Qianjue's handsome face, filled with longing.

Du Qianjue, oblivious to Zhang Lexuan's bizarre request, scanned her with his spiritual power and was shocked by the severity of her injuries. Holy shit, how could she be so badly hurt? He'd thought his final ice sword strike, though powerful, would only slightly inconvenience Zhang Lexuan, certainly not to this extent.