Upon seeing Han Feng approach, Qingniao immediately abandoned her plan to continue attacking Su Yinyue.

He was much smarter than Jin Tianrong; without uttering any threats, he turned and tried to escape.

Qingniao decided to quickly notify the patriarch of the Golden Crow lineage and find a way to rescue Jin Tianrong.

"Is it too late to run away now?"

Han Feng's lips curled into a cold smile.

The bluebird didn't escape far before he killed it, and even its soul wasn't spared.

Han Feng didn't sense any true spirit bloodline in him, so there was no need for him to hold back.

As Han Feng was rushing back, he suddenly noticed that there was another person behind Su Yinyue.

He quickly warned, "Watch out behind you!"

"ah!"

Su Yinyue then realized something was wrong and turned to look behind her.

Before anyone knew it, Qingzhu had broken free from the sword formation and appeared behind her.

Qingzhu was far stronger than Qingniao, and he unleashed a powerful palm strike.

Su Yinyue quickly tried to defend herself, but was still sent flying.

Qingzhu did not let Su Yinyue go so easily, and wanted to kill her in one fell swoop.

She swung her palm again; if Su Yinyue were hit, she would definitely be seriously injured.

Han Feng quickly came to Su Yinyue's side and stood in front of her.

A cold smile appeared on Qingzhu's lips; her target had never been Su Yinyue.

Eerie black curse marks kept emerging from her snow-white skin, quickly spreading across her entire body, densely packed and looking ferocious and terrifying.

The spell she cast was a death curse, which she originally intended to use only as a last resort.

Seeing how powerfully Han Feng killed the Heavenly Demon Saint, Qingzhu changed her mind.

Even the Heavenly Demon Saint Son was no match for Han Feng, let alone the three of them.

She planned to use the Death Curse in advance, otherwise she might not have any chance at all.

"careful!"

Su Yinyue noticed the abnormality in Qingzhu's body; Qingzhu was likely casting a death curse.

If Han Feng were to be struck by the death curse, the consequences would be unimaginable.

She wanted to pull Han Feng away so that her body could block the attack.

But it was too late; Qingzhu struck Han Feng with a palm.

In the blink of an eye, Han Feng caught Qingzhu's palm strike, preventing it from hitting him.

In the life simulation, he knew in advance that Qingzhu would use the Death Curse, so he was already prepared.

"That was close!"

Su Yinyue breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you think that just because my palm didn't hit you, the spell can't be transferred to you?"

Qingzhu sneered.

The eerie black curse mark on her body seemed to have a life of its own, constantly moving towards Han Feng.

By the time Han Feng tried to let go, all the black curse marks had already landed on his body.

Han Feng's skin was covered with black curse marks, making him look quite eerie and terrifying.

He then fell from mid-air and landed on the ground.

He'd better not use his magic until he can remove the Death Curse.

"Old Devil Han, are you alright?"

Su Yinyue looked worried and quickly hugged Han Feng.

Han Feng felt a softness and smelled the occasional fragrance emanating from her body.

Su Yinyue is indeed the real deal; she's not just good-looking.

"It's okay, it'll be fine in a while."

Han Feng had specifically studied the Death Curse technique in the life simulation, and this Death Curse technique would not pose a threat to him.

As long as one's spiritual sense is superior to the other's, even if one is affected by the other's attack, one will be fine after a short period of time.

"How can you still be in the mood for jokes? Do you think I don't understand the power of this death curse?"

Tears streamed down Su Yinyue's face as she hugged herself even tighter than before.

"You're just comforting yourself."

Qingzhu scoffed, "This death curse was cast at the cost of my life. Those afflicted by this curse will have their consciousness weakened until they become mortals and die."

Her smugness didn't last long before her face turned pale and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

As she herself said, this death curse was cast with her own life.

Once she unleashes it, it means she won't live much longer.

"I have no grudge against you, why do you use such a vicious method to kill me?"

"I, the Empress Dao, never need a reason to kill. If someone above me orders me to kill you, then you are doomed."

Han Feng wanted to take the opportunity to find out who wanted to kill him, but Qingzhu was too tight-lipped.

As time went on, Qingzhu's face grew paler and paler, and she vomited blood more and more frequently.

The curse marks on Han Feng's body became increasingly dense, covering his entire face.

"It's all my fault. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been cursed with death." Su Yinyue cried, tears streaming down her face.

"Don't hug me so tightly. I feel like I'm suffocating to death because of you, instead of being killed by the death curse."

Han Feng was using his divine sense to remove the death curse, as he was unable to use any magic himself.

Su Yinyue was unaware of how good her figure was; under such pressure, Han Feng had no room to breathe.

"Old Devil Han, you're about to die, and you still have the mood to joke around. You don't need to force yourself to comfort me."

"I really can't comfort you... I'm really having trouble breathing."

Su Yinyue thought Han Feng was just trying to comfort her and didn't mean to let go.

After a breath, the black curse mark on Han Feng's skin disappeared.

He forced these black runes onto his skin, and they dissipated directly through his skin.

"What's wrong with you?" Su Yinyue asked in astonishment.

"I told you I'm fine. I was just removing the death curse," Han Feng said calmly.

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