At this, Zhao Qingran's smile grew even broader.
However, before she could savor her joy, Chu Sheng had already appeared before Zhao Qingran.
Venerable Chen at the side had not even had time to react.
By the time he thought to make a move, Zhao Qingran had already been lifted entirely off the ground by Chu Sheng.
"Chu Sheng! What are you doing?!" Venerable Chen shouted sharply, both shocked and furious.
Zhao Lingxi's expression changed instantly as well.
The next moment.
"Thud—"
She dropped straight to her knees.
"For the sake of our past acquaintance, please spare my imperial sister! I'm willing to die in her place!"
"That's right, Senior Chu!" Venerable Chen hurriedly said as well.
"For the sake of our past friendship, please spare the Fifth Princess this once!"
Chu Sheng watched in silence for a moment...
Come to think of it, Zhao Lingxi had indeed treated him quite well.
"Very well."
Chu Sheng nodded, and his tone softened somewhat.
"Then, for your sake, I'll spare your life. Remember this: don't think of taking revenge on me. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind leaving the Great Sheng imperial family without a single surviving bloodline."
Zhao Lingxi froze, still not understanding what he meant.
"Crack—"
Zhao Qingran's body suddenly stiffened. Her eyes instantly went blank, and she completely ceased to breathe...
Chu Sheng casually tossed her corpse onto the ground and formed another hand seal.
"Three Clans Severance Technique!"
A red orb flew out of Zhao Qingran's corpse, bursting in midair into countless fine red threads that whistled in every direction like a rain of blood filling the sky.
One red thread was about to fly onto Zhao Lingxi.
Chu Sheng lightly hooked a finger, drawing that thread back before casually crushing it.
Zhao Lingxi's face instantly turned pale as paper.