A Tiger, However Vicious, Does Not Eat Its Cubs
Xie Lingyao realized that the gap between herself and Ye Xingchen was simply too vast. With danger looming, she gave up resisting, dispersed the last of her Cultivation, and calmly faced death.
When she had entered the Cosmic Holy War finals, she had already been prepared for a fight to the death.
If Xie Lingyao had been given a chance to speak now, she would surely have said, "Ye Xingchen, even if I become a ghost, I will never let you off!"
Screech!
Ye Xingchen, charging forward with explosive force, suddenly slammed on the brakes midway.
His eyes remained fixed on her stomach. As though struck by lightning and turned into an idiot, he stood frozen in midair.
"Hm?"
Jian Guixu and Gu Tianxing frowned slightly.
The two quickly sensed fluctuations hidden deep within the air and spoke in unison, "Fetal aura?"
That was right.
It was fetal aura.
At their level, determining whether a woman was pregnant could not have been easier.
Ye Xingchen naturally sensed it too. He even felt an intensely powerful sense of intimacy, as though... blood was thicker than water.
Though the Night Emperor of his past life had been aloof and poorly liked, he had at least seen much of the world. He immediately guessed that the child this woman carried could it be...
"Ah!"
Suddenly, it felt as if the Night Emperor's Sea of Consciousness had exploded.
He dropped the halberd in his hand, clutched his head, and roared in agony in midair.
"Pfft—"
A dagger unexpectedly plunged into his chest.
The intense pain instantly snapped Ye Xingchen awake. He slowly lowered his head and looked at Xie Lingyao standing beside him.
This scene felt eerily familiar.
In his previous life, Empress Ling Yao