"Xiaobai, I'm leaving, what will you do then?" Xiaoqing was simple-minded but not ignorant. The old man in front of her clearly had murderous intentions towards them.
Ji Xiaoxiao pulled Xiaoqing's hand away, focused her mind, and stared intently at the immovable old man. "I have my own way, you don't need to worry about me. Xiaoqing, you don't need to say anything more. When I say run, you run immediately."
Only by striving could they find a glimmer of hope. Ji Xiaoxiao took a small step forward, but the old man remained unmoved. After a few attempts, Ji Xiaoxiao suddenly launched an attack. The results of her months of diligent practice were ready to be tested.
Ji Xiaoxiao leaped into the air, raising her leg high to strike the old man's forehead. The attack was fierce, but full of flaws—most of her body was suspended in mid-air, completely defenseless.
"Lack of experience, misjudgment. You are still too young."
The old man caught Ji Xiaoxiao's right leg with one hand, while his other hand, shaped like a claw, lunged straight for Ji Xiaoxiao's heart. On the brink of life and death, Ji Xiaoxiao's eyes widened in terror.
"Xiao Qing, run!" Ji Xiaoxiao shouted, and her feet instantly wrapped around the old man's hands.
Xiaoqing bit her lip hard, and bright red blood flowed into her mouth. The bitter taste of rust was nothing compared to the bitterness in her heart. After taking one last look, Xiaoqing took off running into the depths of the Demon Beast Forest.
Upon seeing this, the old man immediately realized he had fallen for Ji Xiaoxiao's trick. Enraged at being toyed with by this little vixen, he yanked Ji Xiaoxiao's leg aside with a thud. The old man's cultivation was profound, his spiritual power immense; Ji Xiaoxiao was utterly powerless to resist.
After crashing into several large trees, Ji Xiaoxiao came to a stop looking like a rag doll, her limbs twisted in a bizarre posture, covered in wounds, and vomiting blood violently.
The old man took a step, and after landing, he was already in front of Ji Xiaoxiao.
“My son died at your hands. Killing you today is just paying for your blood debt.”
The old man gathered his spiritual power and aimed it at Ji Xiaoxiao's crown, preparing to strike her.
“I’m sorry for your son’s death. Once I’ve fulfilled my wish, I’m willing to let you do as you please. But I don’t want to die today, and you can’t kill me,” Ji Xiaoxiao said with difficulty.
As soon as Ji Xiaoxiao finished speaking, a fierce wind suddenly arose.
---Aside---
Thank you, Shenyu_Qingchen, for the diamonds!
Thank you, Shenyu_Qingchen, for the diamonds!
Thank you, Shenyu_Qingchen, for the diamonds!
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