But the weapon is not really bronze-colored. Rather, itâs pitch-black, and itâs even exuding a cold, dark, and smelly breath.
Liu Se lashes it on the floor, and the steel whip immediately gets longer. Sparks fly up from the ground.
Muyan looks at that floorâs surface, her complexion unsightly.
Itâs because the moment it sweeps over the ground, the bluestone pavement inside the room is actually corroded, creating a long, deep channel.
Even the bluestone could corrode, what more if itâs a person?
âJun Muyan, as an insignificant mortal of the Yanwu Continent, itâs your gargantuan honor to die today on my hands, Liu Se of the Tian Yi Men!â
As soon as her voice falls, the weapon immediately makes popping sounds as it abruptly elongates.
It winds towards Muyan like a venomous snake.
Muyan wants to operate her bodyâs Internal Force and Spiritual Power to resist, but a shooting pain bursts in her Qi Sea and Dantian.
She clenches her teeth and forcibly activates the Tian Mo Qin.
The sound of the zither spreads out, and a barrier rises up in the air together with the sound.
[Divine Hands that Weave the Heavens] is activated!
The whip hits the shield and bounces away ineffectually. But similarly, Muyan, who had completely used up her Spiritual Power and Internal Force, sways unsteadily. She almost collapses.
Liu Se doesnât give her any room to breath, as the steel whip comes lashing back again.
This time, the weapon turns into countless afterimages of the whip in the air, like a downpour of torrential rain.
The sound wall of [Divine Hands] is on the verge of collapse under this absolutely unrestrained onslaught, like it would break down at any moment.
Muyan clenches her jaw, thereâs no trace of color on her face.
âTian Mo Qin, can you hear my voice?â she mentally asks.
âHumph!â a cold, disdainful snort replies to her.
Muyan doesnât pay attention to its attitude, but she asks in a low voice, âIf I canât hold on, take care of Xiao Baoâs life for me.â
âHumph, why should this Sage...â
Before the Tian Mo Qinâs voice could fall, the sound shield built by [Divine Hands] is already collapsing with a loud rumble.
The overwhelming rain of lashes ruthlessly falls towards Muyan.
Itâs as if the tip of her nose could already smell the putrid stench of blood and corpses at the tip of the weapon, from being soaked in them over the years.
Muyan closes her eyes in despair.
However, the pain sheâs expecting doesnât arrive.
Her body is suddenly gathered into familiar, wide arms.
Her hands are held firmly as sheâs drawn into an embrace. Like an iron clamp, it doesnât allow her the smallest gap.
But the body pressed against her is slightly shaking, betraying the nervousness and fear of its owner.
Muyanâs lips faintly tremble.
She slowly raises her head, and sure enough, she sees a familiar face.
âDi Ming Jue...â her hoarse voice carries hope, happiness, and even a grievance that she herself hasnât been aware of.
The man who has arrived is Di Ming Jue, rushing over as a thousand pounds were hanging by a thread.
His eyes are slightly red as he looks over the bruised and battered girl in his arms, interwoven emotions of distress and regret emerge on his indifferent face.
He had actually allowed his girl to suffer such harm.
Even though he briefly returned his consciousness to the Polar Domain in order to verify whether or not someone has discovered Muyanâs identity as a Shen Musician-
âYanyan, I...â
Before his hoarse voice could continue talking, itâs stopped by a slender, bloodstained finger pressing against his mouth.
Muyan struggles to get out from his arms. A willful smile spreads askance on her pale, bloodless little face, âShh, Di Ming Jue, are you going to say you didnât protect me properly, or something to that effect? I donât want to hear it.â
âIâm not some weak, little white flower that needs someone to carefully take good care of it just to survive. I have my pride, and I also have my perseverance!â