What?! Tu Xiong's sinister eyes widened in shock. Although this move wasn't a killer move, how could it be broken so easily? Could there be some hidden master nearby?

With her secret technique broken, Yi Ruowu was extremely weak and fell straight down into the air.

Many of the young talents below, in a moment of impulsiveness, leaped forward, eager to play the hero and rescue the damsel in distress. However, they could only watch helplessly as the perfect couple gazed at each other in mid-air, their eyes filled with tender affection, their hearts aching with bitterness.

It was Xiu Qiyu! He hadn't left yet. Oh, the bridge saved Fairy Yi! What a coincidence! Many people have already started imagining the two of them being all lovey-dovey.

In reality, Xiu Qiyu simply sensed an unpleasant aura and flew over to investigate. Unexpectedly, she stumbled upon Tu Xiong's deadly attack on Yi Ruowu. She broke Tu Xiong's offensive and rescued Yi Ruowu, since they were acquaintances and it wouldn't be right to leave her to die.

Furthermore, the person on the other side is Tu Xiong, so this matter absolutely cannot be resolved peacefully today. Tu Xiong has committed numerous evils, is ruthless and vicious, and has slaughtered countless villages and towns of mortals. It is only by chance that he has survived until now, but today he has met him, and Tu Xiong's good luck has come to an end.

Xiu Qiyu put Yi Ruowu aside and looked at the hot-blooded, immature young man over there: "Protect Fairy Yi, I'm going to meet Tu Xiong."

"Aww, it's my idol! Is he going to avenge Fairy Yi?"

"He was so angry for the sake of a woman, wow, my god is awesome!"

"I'm so honored that my idol is talking to me."

"My idol is going to meet the bear butcher. Is that bear even worthy of him? He might as well just kill himself as an apology."

“Killing this kind of person would be an insult to the sword of the male god.”

"I'm so excited to be able to see my idol take down the villains!"

"Take it easy. Did the King-level male god just say something to us? Protect Fairy Yi."

Yi Ruowu took a few pills, sat down and began to heal her injuries: "I entrust this to you fellow Daoists."

"Please rest assured, Fairy Yi, I will protect you with my life."

Yi Ruowu gave a bitter smile. The moment Xiu Qiyu appeared, she knew she was saved. She had already prepared to self-destruct, but the sudden happiness left her feeling overwhelmed.

She found the answer in Xiu Qiyu's eyes. She was no different from others. Saving her was a deliberate act. Xiu Qiyu never saw her.

"Little Leaf, do you see this? What's this called? Fate?"

What was originally a sure-fire killing trap was unfortunately broken by Xiu Qiyu; there's no doubt about that.

Ye Xiruo twirled the sapphire ring on her hand, her aura turning cold: "It was just wiping out a few thugs. If it were me, I would have gone up and killed them too." People like that are just polluting the air.

"Xiu Qiyu is truly devoted to Fairy Yi."

Qingzhiyi's fan struck Huarong on the head without hesitation: "Say less."

"I'll be waiting." Ye Xiruo's eyes were calm and composed.

She wanted to see how many unwanted romantic entanglements Xiu Qiyu could attract, considering he was a mainland heartthrob.

After Tu Xiong saw Xiu Qiyu's face clearly, he couldn't help but sigh at his own bad luck. Damn it, why did it have to be this god of death?

Tu Xiong licked his lips, revealing a bloodthirsty smile: "Come on, I want to see just how capable the number one genius on the continent really is."

Tu Xiong drew his pig-slaughtering knife from behind his back, and an earthy yellow light instantly covered the entire blade.

Onlookers: "Tch, they're courting death."

"We're just bluffing and waiting for him to meet a miserable end."

Xiu Qiyu's expression remained unchanged. What was the point of talking to such a beast? He might as well just fight. Xiu Qiyu gripped his sword, the temperature around him steadily dropping. Ice-blue snowflakes danced around him, and the temperature within a thirty-meter radius plummeted. The snowflakes fell thick and fast, chilling him to the bone.

"This is the essence of artistic conception." A well-informed young master from a prominent family stammered out these words. The two groups wore different expressions. Tu Xiong's group was now completely doomed. Wasn't the essence of artistic conception something only Nascent Soul cultivators could master? Xiu Qiyu was only at the Nascent Soul stage! The Nascent Soul stage was ridiculous! This was too illogical. Damn it, if they had known that Xiu Qiyu was half-step into the Nascent Soul stage and possessed the essence of artistic conception, who would have followed this idiot Tu Xiong? For a woman, even though she was the most beautiful woman on the continent, they were willing to risk their lives.

The teenagers were overjoyed. Their idol was so powerful! That bear was no match for him at all. They could even foresee the bear's fate. That beast couldn't be allowed to die too easily.

Xiu Qiyu never underestimated any opponent, even those much weaker than himself. He always went all out from the start. Tu Xiong was now like a duck being forced onto a shelf, with no choice but to step in. Originally, he planned to test his skills with Xiu Qiyu a couple of times, then abandon that group of fools and escape alone. However, he didn't expect Xiu Qiyu to be so powerful. That cold and formidable divine sense firmly locked onto his entire body, and the snowflakes around him were filled with an aura of killing intent.

The icy blue sword pierced Tu Xiong's face in an instant. Tu Xiong retreated rapidly, and swung the pig-slaughtering knife in his hand fiercely at Xiu Qiyu.

Unexpectedly, Xiu Qiyu easily blocked the pig-slaughtering knife. The snowflakes in the air formed a dark blue ice dragon, roaring as it charged towards Tu Xiong.

The yellowish-brown light on the butcher knife was gradually diminishing, while the cold, domineering sword light relentlessly damaged the knife, his natal weapon. The next second, Tu Xiong coughed up a mouthful of blood, already severely injured.

It turned out that Xiu Qiyu had directly broken the butcher knife, damaging his natal spiritual weapon, so he was naturally not feeling well.

The dark blue ice dragon, brimming with murderous intent, fiercely charged towards Tu Xiong. Tu Xiong knew he couldn't withstand it, and even if he managed to escape from the ice dragon by sheer luck, Xiu Qiyu would surely have a backup plan.

Who would have thought that after a lifetime of wickedness and misdeeds, he would fall into Xiu Qiyu's hands today?

"Xiu Qiyu, if you let me go, I will give you all my possessions, and I can also become your servant."

"Tch, if I kill you, your wealth will naturally be that of a male god."

"Isn't this like a toad trying to eat a swan? Looking like that, she still wants to be the servant of a male god."

"Yeah, you're overthinking it."

"He's a coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong. My god, kill him now."

Xiu Qiyu remained unmoved, and the dark blue ice dragon surged toward Tu Xiong unimpeded.