Youming looked at Qin Qianluo with amusement. He was curious about what Qin Qianluo would choose: to escape and save her own life, or to stay for Ling Xue's sake?
As his gaze shifted slightly, he noticed the knife at Qin Qianluo's waist. The hilt was clearly made of the finest materials. Could Qin Qianluo be a master swordsman? A hint of interest flashed in Youming's eyes. This was truly intriguing.
Noticing that the one beside him was not behaving properly and was using internal force to attack acupoints in an attempt to break free, Youming's eyes turned cold, and the sharp blade went straight for Ling Xue's wrist, intending to sever the tendons of this disobedient prey.
Qin Qianluo had been watching Youming's movements. Just as he moved the dagger away and was about to activate 001, she saw the tip of the blade aimed straight at his wrist.
She quickly shouted, "Stop! I won't resist, I'll cooperate with you."
The dagger in Youming's hand paused at his wrist, the tip already piercing some skin, and stopped steadily on his wrist. He looked at Qin Qianluo with amusement, and the dagger instantly returned to the artery in her neck.
He raised an eyebrow: "So concerned about her? If I remember correctly, she was after you in the first place, wasn't she?"
Qin Qianlu could barely see his movements before the dagger was already back against Ling Xue's artery. She cursed under her breath, her vigilance heightened.
He didn't look at Ling Xue, but looked seriously at You Ming and said, "Release her, and I can go with you."
Ling Xue's eyes were full of disagreement. At this moment, she only hoped that her master would be more ruthless. Clearly, if her master didn't care about her, he could just go into the space on his own.
Inside the space, everyone was on tenterhooks, looking outside anxiously. They all wanted to go out and help Princess Qingyun, constantly speaking into the light screen, asking Princess Qingyun to take them out. They believed that with so many of them, the princess would not be hurt.
But Qin Qianluo didn't. She ignored the sounds in the space and stared intently at Youming, trying to find any signs of change on his face.
Youming raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Such a deep bond between master and servant, but she is also one of my targets."
Upon hearing this, Qin Qianluo was overjoyed. It was possible; otherwise, this person wouldn't have wasted any time talking to her. She tried to calm her excited emotions.
He asked calmly, "What do you want me to do for you to let her go?"
Youming was quite satisfied. It was good to talk to smart people; there was no need to waste words. He smiled knowingly, but his dagger remained untouched: "Heh~ Interesting. In that case, how about you have a match with me? If I win, I'll take you all with me."
He didn't think he would lose at all. That was all he said. He was curious about the knife. He thought he might as well take a closer look. If it was useful, it would be his in the future.
Hearing half of what she said, Qin Qianlu frowned: "What if you lose?"
Youming seemed to have heard a joke. Qin Qianluo showed no fluctuation of internal energy at all. Where did she get the confidence that she would lose? Thinking that Ling Wei was also on her side, Youming sneered. Did she think that using underhanded tricks would make her lose? How ridiculous.
He said calmly, "That's impossible, but if you win, what's wrong with me letting her go?"
Qin Qianlu smiled. She had been training not only in swordsmanship but also in the ability to escape. As long as she could move, she would have a chance to run into Sister Lingxue if the two of them fought.
She nodded in agreement. Seeing her nod, Youming was about to release her pressure points when he thought for a moment. Although he was not afraid of Ling Wei's poison, it would be very troublesome. He snapped his fingers, and a person dressed in black with only his eyes showing appeared out of thin air.
Youming gestured for the man to take the dagger, then took two steps forward, released Qin Qianluo's pressure points, and said with a smile, "Since Ling Wei is also with you, and you've always been cunning, I'll have my men keep an eye on Ling Xue for now. If you dare to play any tricks, don't blame my men for shaking their hands."
Qin Qianluo gritted her teeth and cursed the old fox in her heart. The results of 001's investigation did indeed show the existence of a fourth person. However, she did not expect that the fourth person would be a member of Youming. She thought he was a bandit who came to investigate after hearing the noise.
She deftly drew her double-edged scimitar from her waist, sunlight reflecting off the blade with dazzling brilliance. The words her sister, Dark Moon, had taught her echoed repeatedly in her mind. She knew her small stature was an advantage; she wouldn't be such an obvious target to the enemy.
The Netherworld warrior before her was terrifyingly powerful, yet she showed no fear. She had a plan in mind: once she could sneak within three steps of Lingxue, she would have 001 release an electric current to knock out the black-clad man with the dagger, and then she would take Lingxue into the spatial dimension.
She steadied herself in a bow stance, leaned slightly forward, her expression cold and resolute, and said in a calm voice, "Don't worry, since I've agreed to compete with you, I won't use poison. Make your move."
With an arrogant expression, Youming drew his longsword. Upon seeing the peculiar curved blade, a satisfied look appeared on his face. He felt it was a perfect opportunity to test its sharpness; in his eyes, someone without internal energy was utterly unworthy of being his opponent.
Sunlight filtered through the dense foliage, casting dappled patterns that resembled a golden carpet spread across the forest clearing. A gentle breeze stirred, causing the flowers and grasses to sway and release their fragrant aromas.
Youming made the first move, his longsword, imbued with a fierce aura, slashing straight at her like a black lightning bolt. The sharp wind from the blade whistled past, startling birds from nearby branches.
They flapped their wings and flew into the sky, emitting panicked cries. The surrounding flowers were bent over by the force of the air, and pollen drifted into the sky.
Qin Qianluo's eyes sharpened, but her body moved with ghostly agility, dodging the fierce attack in the nick of time, leaving only a phantom-like afterimage in place. The afterimage flickered in the dappled light, as if mocking Youming's mistake.
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