In the abandoned Secret Realm, the cold wind whistled bleakly.
Qing Yao lay pinned to the ground by Li Yun's Saint Power. Bones throughout her body had shattered, and pain pierced her to the heart.
But the regret and fury in her heart burned a hundred, a thousand times more fiercely than the pain in her flesh.
Her eyes bloodshot, she stared at Li Mu like a woman possessed. Venomous curses spilled from her lips, and not a trace remained of her former gentle, delicate manner.
She regretted it!
She hated it!
She hated herself for acting too hastily. In her rush to seize one piece of Moon-Tide Heart Jade, she had missed an entire vein of it.
It was like selling out the person closest to you for a mere hundred dollars, only to discover afterward that they had been about to give you millions, tens of millions, even hundreds of millions.
How could a blow like that not drive someone mad?
One wrong step, and the whole game was lost.
But as Li Mu watched her hysterical, spiteful frenzy, nothing remained in his eyes but bone-deep coldness. Not a shred of his former affection survived.
"Senior... I have a presumptuous request. Could you leave this woman to me?"
Li Yun smiled with amusement and agreed at once.
"Sure..."
With a flick of his foot, he kicked Qing Yao straight in front of Li Mu.
"I'd have left her to you even if you hadn't asked."
"Trash like her isn't worth my effort. She doesn't deserve it."
"Thank you, Senior," Li Mu said gratefully. "You're right. Dealing with a vicious, heartless woman like her would only dirty your hands."
"Let me settle this myself."
With that, a flash of light appeared in his hand, revealing a silver sword.
Li