However, she still murmured in her heart: I don’t know him very well, but I know his strengths and weaknesses, and he knows my depth.
There was a flurry of discussion among the crowd, but more often than not there was a depressing silence.
Everyone was stunned by Li Lingge's sword strike. They couldn't understand why a cultivator at the Immortal Saint level dared to provoke the Holy Son so brazenly and even pierce his fiancée with a sword right in front of him!
Yu Yingxue's body lost support and slowly fell to her knees.
Her breathing became rapid and shallow, and the severe pain in her chest made it almost impossible for her to think.
"Why……"
She spoke with difficulty, her voice hoarse and trembling.
Even at the last moment of her life, she couldn't understand why this man dared to kill her.
Li Lingge looked at her coldly, without a trace of warmth in his tone.
"I will kill those whom she cannot kill."
Upon hearing this, Shangguan Yourong's whole body trembled, as if he was hit by an invisible force.
She pursed her thin lips, and her originally pale face was instantly flushed.
His eye sockets turned red and tears welled up in his eyes, as if they would burst at any moment.
The remnant soul hid in the dark soul ring. She only thought about revenge and she didn't know how long it had been since she felt protected.
Ever since she was trapped in this cold soul ring, she has been enduring endless pain and suffering alone.
However, at this moment, she felt a long-lost warmth.
He knew, he clearly knew what the consequences of doing this would be.
Fighting against the entire Taoist sect means that he will face countless powerful enemies and may even pay the price with his life.
However, for her, he still chose to draw his sword without hesitation, chose to stand in front of her, and block all the wind and rain for her.
"Li Lingge..."
Shangguan Yourong called his name softly in her heart, her voice filled with endless gratitude and guilt.
Her fingers trembled slightly, as if she wanted to grab something, but they hung down weakly.
However, the next moment, Li Lingge took the initiative to hold her hand.
Snap!
A tear finally slid down from the corner of Shangguan Yourong's eye. The crystal teardrop drew an arc in the air and finally fell to the ground, splashing a small water drop.
At this moment, the only thing left in her eyes was Li Lingge.
That tall and straight figure, that long sword flashing with cold light, and his firm and resolute eyes seemed to be frozen at this moment, becoming an eternal picture in her heart.
"Why...why would you do this for me?"
Shangguan Yourong's voice was choked with sobs, and she could hardly form words.
Li Lingge tilted his head slightly, and then spoke softly.
"Because you are my wife."
Tears blurred Shangguan Yourong's vision. She wanted to say something, but found that her throat seemed to be blocked and she could not make any sound.
The wind blew gently, lifting her hair.
She knew that from this moment on, her fate was closely linked with Li Lingge and could never be separated.
"Li Lingge..."
She kept whispering it, as if she wanted to carve the name into the depths of her soul.
The other side.
The light in Yu Yingxue's eyes gradually dissipated, and her body slowly fell down, finally falling on the cold bluestone slabs.
Her fingers trembled slightly, as if she wanted to grab something, but in the end they fell down weakly.
Blood continued to flow from her chest, staining the ground beneath her red.
The bright red liquid meandered through the cracks in the bluestone slabs like tiny streams, gradually converging into a dazzling red.
Her dress had long been soaked in blood and stuck to her body, looking extremely thin and fragile.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Until her death, there was still a last trace of astonishment and unwillingness in her eyes.
Her lips opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.
Until her death, she could not believe that her life would end in this way.
That sword not only pierced her body, but also destroyed her soul, completely erasing her from this world.
Jiang Tianming's expression remained calm, as if all this had nothing to do with him.
However, if you look closely, you will find that the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and a hint of cold murderous intent flashed in his deep eyes.
It had been a long time since he had met someone who dared to disobey him like this.
As a prodigy that appears only once in a thousand years in Taoism, the Son of God has an extremely high status. Even some Taoist elders have to show him some courtesy when they see him.
However, a mere ant in the Immortal Saint Realm actually dared to stab his fiancée with a sword in front of him!
Even though Yu Yingxue said those words to Ye Fan, he no longer had any feelings for this future wife.
However, he had never seen anyone dare to touch him.
"May I have your name?"
Jiang Tianming's voice was low and cold, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell.
His tone was calm, yet it carried a suffocating sense of oppression.
The air around them seemed to freeze at this moment, and everyone felt an invisible pressure enveloping their entire body, making even breathing difficult.
Li Lingge stood in place, raised his hand, and the Xuanyuan Sword flew back into his hand, still dripping with blood.
He faced Jiang Tianming directly, and when their eyes met, there was only a collision of murderous intent.
Before devouring the giant spirit, he might still be a little afraid of Jiang Tianming.
But now... let alone Jiang Tianming, even if the Taoist ancestor himself came, he would not be afraid!
"Jiuli Realm, Li Lingge."
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