God's Pressure! For Her, I'm Willing to Be the Enemy of the World

Su Ling's perception of killing intent was incredibly sharp!

This undisguised malice directed at Gu Yuena instantly ignited the last thread of his reason.

"Ugh!" Qian Renxue felt her vision blur as her neck was seized by an icy, trembling hand that contained terrifying power.

The immense force slammed her heavily against the cold private room glass, emitting a dull thud.

Crack! The room's one-way glass began to crack inch by inch, spiderweb-like fissures spreading wildly across the transparent barrier.

A suffocating sensation surged, her lungs burning with pain.

Beneath his hood, Su Ling's face was hidden in shadows.

Only his Purple Abyss-like eyes shot out soul-freezing Cold Light, devoid of any warmth.

"Don't you dare touch her."

His voice was hoarse and low, each word squeezed out as if from between his teeth, "Otherwise, I'll kill you!"

Qian Renxue struggled to breathe, her delicate, fair face rapidly turning red.

Tears of pain uncontrollably welled up in her Golden Eyes.

But she stubbornly lifted her head, staring intently into Su Ling's cold eyes, inches away.

A broken sound, laced with almost insane stubbornness, was squeezed from her throat: "Heh... hehe... So... you can show this kind of expression for someone else too..."

At this moment, her already shattered heart felt as if another piece had been brutally torn away by these words, leaving her numb with pain.

Look, Qian Renxue.

This is the person you've pursued for two lifetimes.

His madness, his despair, his recklessness – all given to another woman!

And you can't even get him to look at you twice!

Immense sorrow and jealous hatred, like monstrous waves, almost completely drowned her.

However, when her fingertips inadvertently touched the back of Su Ling's hand gripping her neck.

The Destruction Divine Power emanating from beneath his skin, like countless tiny venomous snakes rampaging and constantly eroding Life Force, made her entire body tremble violently!

That power was violently backlashing against its wielder.

Su Ling's body was like cracked porcelain, on the verge of complete disintegration at any moment.

"But..."

Qian Renxue's voice suddenly became exceptionally soft, carrying a chilling, eerie gentleness.

She even forced out a twisted smile with difficulty.

"If you keep using it... without restraint like this... you'll really... die..."

She endured the tearing pain in her heart, feeling the coldness and trembling of his fingertips.

Her tone carried a sickly, desperate compromise.

"Don't worry... I won't touch her..."

Not yet, at least.

Before you completely belong to me, I won't let her die so meaninglessly.

The latter half of the sentence was ruthlessly suppressed by Qian Renxue in her heart.

But the killing intent in her heart grew even more fervent and insane due to Su Ling's reckless protection.

She allowed him to suffer, lose control, and even hurt her because of her.

But she absolutely would not allow him to share this unique "care" that should have belonged only to her, with anyone else!

Especially not that lowly Soul Beast!

Time seemed to be completely frozen by the destructive aura Su Ling unleashed in an instant.

The auction hall, which was filled with lewd shouts and fervent bidding just a second ago, plunged into absolute silence the next.

The air was as heavy as solidified mercury, making it hard to breathe.

An invisible Mental Storm swept through, crushing all the noise in an instant.

Only countless hearts pounding wildly in fear remained.

"Thump!" "Thump!"

Several Nobles near the Royal Box turned as pale as paper, their legs went weak, and they collapsed directly onto the ground.

A foul, fishy stench instantly soaked the expensive carpet.

They lay limp on the ground, a large wet patch in their crotches, their eyes unfocused, unable to even scream.

"Hiss--!"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin gasped sharply, his body, as straight as a sword, instantly tensed, his sharp gaze locked onto the direction of the Royal Box.

Fine Sweat Droplets appeared on his temples, and his voice was heavy, "Fengzhi! This... this is absolutely not something a Titled Douluo can possess!"

"That spiritual pressure, carrying the will to destroy everything... more... more terrifying than what Qian Daoliu gave me!"

"It feels like touching... God's Domain!"

His fingers gripping the sword turned white from the force.

The dormant Seven Kill Sword Intent within him actually submitted to this pressure, as if that presence was the insurmountable sky itself.

The jade cup in Ning Fengzhi's hand slipped and fell to the ground with a "snap," shattering into pieces.

The tea splashed onto the hem of his brocade robe, but he was completely unaware.

He stared fixedly at that private room, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

His voice carried a barely perceptible tremor, "God's... God's Domain? Uncle Jian, are you sure?"

If there was a Deity inside, or a being close to one.

Then their previous schemes were simply like ants trying to shake a tree, utterly laughable!

There were people from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect at the auction.

So it was very easy for them to find out who had consigned the Soul Enlightenment Pill.

Although there were many people in black robes tonight, the only one who could warrant the Crown Prince Xue Qinghe personally greeting them was likely that person.

But now, that destructive aura erupting had made him completely certain.

That's right, only a being of this level could refine such a heaven-defying pill.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong was also aghast. He instinctively shielded Ning Rongrong, his breathing becoming cautious.

Ning Rongrong hid behind Gu Rong, her small face pale, her heart pounding.

That aura filled with destruction, coldness, and despair... she was too familiar with it!

It's Su Ling! It's definitely him!

How could he... how could he possess such terrifying power?

Wasn't he a good-for-nothing?

Immense shock and a trace of inexplicable fear seized her.

In private room number five not far away, there was dead silence.

Dugu Bo had just learned the information about the consignor of the Soul Enlightenment Pill from an internal staff member, and he had initially harbored doubts.

After all, that Black Robe person couldn't even produce a hundred thousand Gold Soul Coin card and needed Crown Prince Xue Qinghe to lead the way.

But at this moment, this terrifying Mental Storm that swept the entire venue made him instantly certain.

"Yan'er," Dugu Bo's voice was hoarse, greed and apprehension churning in his eyes, "It's not wrong... that's the Seller! Crown Prince... what a move!"

His heart surged: If he could befriend this person, the Poisonous Curse passed down through generations of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Lineage might truly be completely resolved!

Beside him, Dugu Yan's face was pale, and she clutched her chest.

When that destructive Breath swept over just now, her Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Martial Soul actually let out a fearful cry.

She looked at her grandfather's fanatical expression, and a strong sense of unease welled up in her heart.

"Grandfather," she said with difficulty, "An existence of that level... why would they be willing to detoxify us?"

She remembered that her grandfather had almost bet all his Assets to bid for the Soul Enlightenment Pill, and now, how could they still have the chips to invite that person?

Besides, the Pills they casually refined were worth a million Gold Soul Coins.

In despair, a cold thought surfaced:

Perhaps... only by relying on strength, by forcibly coercing them.

After all, the poison in Grandfather's body had already reached the Bone Marrow, and time was running out.

She dared not think further, only tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning white.