Love of the Merfolk

Xiang Yang let out a cold snort, his face frosty as ice. The Que Xie Blade in the Demon Suppressing Blade Casket on his back gave a faint hum, threads of grim, vicious baleful intent leaking from the casket. It had been stirred by killing intent; the Que Xie Blade had sensed it.

Ghost Hand Dragon Mother had already harbored killing intent earlier, making the entire courtyard feel cool and clear. Now that Xiang Yang had also aroused murderous intent, it became freezing cold, as though the bitter chill of the deepest winter had descended.

"Brother Xiang, you are mistaken. Though I wanted the Merfolk Pearl, I had no ability to obtain it. It was the man himself who was greedy and unsatisfied, willing to abandon the mermaid. Only then did I employ my methods. If you scolded me then, that would be entirely justified.

"Besides, I was helping the mermaid find release. Otherwise, weaving silk day and night for such a useless man would be no different from living a life worse than death in my eyes.

"She might as well bloom with the brilliance of a shooting star—an instant that became eternity—rather than gather dust in this dye vat of a world."

Facing the successive pressure from Ghost Hand Dragon Mother and Xiang Yang, Rong Xi's expression remained unchanged, as though he had not been moved in the slightest. Yet fine sweat had already emerged on the hands behind his back, glistening wetly beneath the sunlight as if they had been doused with a basin of cold water.

Ghost Hand Dragon Mother and Xiang Yang were the two strongest martial artists present. Even if Wanyan Bo held the Blue Gold Roc Claw and had Kuang Du and Yan Qiu at his side, their chances of victory were likely