Purple Pearl Island

The tea on the table spilled, splashing onto the damp floor.

Even though he could sense that Ling Yuan had already broken down.

Ye Qiu still did not stop channeling his Martial Soul, the bewitching bloody light in his eyes continuing to bloom.

Spirit Kite Douluo kept saying no, yet she still could not stop herself from staring into Ye Qiu's eyes, as if seeking an even greater breakthrough.

In an instant, the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan bloomed!

Spirit Kite Douluo, who had been staring into Ye Qiu's eyes all along, shuddered violently. Within the terrifying illusion, it seemed as though a towering white jade pillar had collapsed upon her, about to crush her entirely within that paradise of ecstasy.

Spirit Kite Douluo finally could not endure it any longer. Clutching tightly at Ye Qiu's flesh, she let out a delicate cry.

"Ye Qiu, too... Don't look at me with those eyes... I can't hold back... Ah—!"

Spirit Kite Douluo cried out.

She threw back her head, mouth wide open, her face flushed red as though she had exhausted all her strength.

The teapot on the table was knocked over, and the sound of trickling water could be heard. Spirit Kite Douluo seemed to have been tormented senseless by the illusion and was so frightened that she lost control of herself.

"Ye Qiu~!"

Spirit Kite Douluo's weak, delicate voice rang out, carrying a trace of resentment. She had actually ended up in such a sorry state, yet she had no strength to rise and could only collapse in Ye Qiu's arms, paying for her earlier arrogance. It flowed freely over Ye Qiu, mingling with the fragrance of tea. She buried her head and closed her eyes. A dignified Title Douluo had actually been defeated by an Illusion Technique.

And she had