Su Ling's senses were incredibly sharp when it came to killing intent!
The undisguised malice aimed at Gu Yuena instantly lit the last fuse of his reason.
"Gah!" Qian Renxue's vision blurred. A cold, trembling hand, brimming with terrifying strength, clamped tightly around her neck.
The tremendous force slammed her hard against the cold glass of the private box, producing a dull thud.
Crack! The box's one-way glass began to fracture inch by inch, web-like cracks spreading wildly across the transparent barrier.
A choking sensation surged over her, and her lungs burned with pain.
Beneath the hood, Su Ling's face was hidden in shadow.
Only his eyes, deep as a violet abyss, gleamed with a soul-freezing chill, devoid of warmth.
"Don't touch her."
His voice was hoarse and low, every word forced out through clenched teeth. "Or I'll kill you!"
Qian Renxue struggled to breathe in his grip, her delicate, fair face quickly turning red.
Uncontrollable tears welled in her golden eyes.
But she stubbornly raised her head and stared fixedly into Su Ling's cold eyes, so close to hers.
A broken voice, tinged with an almost crazed tenacity, squeezed from her throat. "Heh... heh heh... So... you can show that kind of expression... for someone else..."
In that moment, her already battered heart seemed to have another piece brutally gouged out by those words, leaving it numb with pain.
Look, Qian Renxue.
This was the man you'd pursued across two lifetimes.
His madness, his despair, his utter disregard for everything—all of it was for another woman!
And you couldn't even make him look your way!
Overwhelming sorrow and jealousy crashed over her like a towering tidal wave, nearly drowning her completely.
But when her fingertips accidentally brushed the back of Su Ling's hand gripping her neck,
she felt the Destruction Divine Power beneath his skin, ravaging him like countless tiny venomous snakes and devouring his life force. Her whole body shuddered violently!
That power was frantically rebounding on its master.
Su Ling's body was like a porcelain vessel covered in cracks, ready to shatter completely at any moment.
"But..."
Qian Renxue's voice suddenly grew exceptionally soft, carrying an eerie tenderness that sent chills down the spine.
She even managed to force out a twisted smile.
"If you keep... using it so recklessly... you really... will die..."
She endured the agony of her heart being torn apart, feeling the coldness and trembling of his fingertips.
Her tone carried a sick, despairing surrender.
"Don't worry... I won't hurt her..."
At least, not yet.
I won't let her die so pointlessly before you're completely mine.
Qian Renxue kept the second half of that thought buried deep in her heart.
But the more Su Ling risked his life to protect her, the more violently the killing intent in Qian Renxue's heart blazed.
She would let him suffer and lose control for her, even hurt her.
But she would never allow him to share this one-of-a-kind "concern"—which should have belonged to her alone—with anyone else!
Especially not that lowly Soul Beast!
Time seemed to freeze completely beneath the Destruction Divine Power that Su Ling had unleashed in an instant.
The auction hall, filled just a moment ago with lewd jeers and frenzied bidding, fell into absolute silence the next.
The air grew as heavy as congealed mercury, pressing down on everyone until they could barely breathe.
An invisible Mental Storm swept through, crushing every last trace of noise.
All that remained were countless hearts pounding in fear.
"Thump!" "Thump!"
Several nobles near the Royal Box turned as pale as paper. Their legs gave way, and they collapsed to the floor.
Foul-smelling liquid instantly soaked the expensive carpet.
They lay limp on the floor, their trousers soaked through. Their eyes were vacant, and they couldn't even scream.
"Hiss—!"
Sword Douluo Chen Xin sucked in a sharp breath. His sword-straight figure tensed at once, and his keen gaze locked onto the Royal Box.
Fine beads of sweat appeared at his temples. His voice turned grave. "Fengzhi! This... this is beyond the power of any Titled Douluo!"
"That Spiritual Pressure carries the will to destroy everything... It's more terrifying than what I felt from Qian Daoliu... much... much more terrifying!"
"It feels as though it's touched... God's Domain!"
His fingers clenched around his sword until his knuckles turned white.
Even the dormant Seven Kill Sword Intent within him submitted to this pressure, as if that being were the very heavens themselves, impossible to surpass.
The jade cup in Ning Fengzhi's hand slipped to the floor with a smack and shattered.
Tea splashed across the hem of his fine clothes, but he didn't notice.
He stared fixedly at the box, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.
His voice trembled almost imperceptibly. "God... God's Domain? Uncle Jian, are you sure?"
If the person inside was a Deity, or something close to one,
then all their schemes had been like ants trying to shake a tree—utterly ridiculous!
After all, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had people at the auction.
So finding out who had consigned the Soul Enlightenment Pill was easy enough.
There were plenty of people in black robes tonight, but the only one Crown Prince Xue Qinghe had personally welcomed was probably that person.
Now, though, the eruption of that destructive aura had removed all doubt.
It made sense. Only an existence of this caliber could refine such an incredible pill.
Bone Douluo Gu Rong was equally aghast. Instinctively, he stepped in front of Ning Rongrong, hardly daring to breathe.
Ning Rongrong hid behind Gu Rong, her little face deathly pale and her heart pounding.
That aura, filled with destruction, coldness, and despair... she knew it all too well!
It was Su Ling! It had to be him!
How could he... how could he possess such terrifying power?
Wasn't he a good-for-nothing?
Shock and a hint of inexplicable fear seized her.
Inside Box Five not far away, silence reigned.
Dugu Bo had just learned from an insider who had consigned the Soul Enlightenment Pill, but he'd still been doubtful.
After all, that person in a black robe hadn't even been able to produce a card with 100,000 Gold Soul Coins on it and had needed Crown Prince Xue Qinghe to show him the way.
But now, the terrifying Mental Storm sweeping through the entire hall had convinced him in an instant.
"Yan'er," Dugu Bo said hoarsely, greed and wariness churning in his eyes. "It can't be anyone else... That's the seller! The Crown Prince... what a move!"
His heart raced. If he could befriend this person, perhaps the Poisonous Curse passed down through generations of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Lineage could finally be cured!
Beside him, Dugu Yan turned pale and clutched her chest.
When that destructive aura swept over them, her Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Martial Soul had actually shrieked in fear.
She looked at her grandfather's feverish expression, and a deep unease welled up inside her.
"Grandpa," she said with difficulty, "why would someone of that stature be willing to cure us?"
She remembered how Grandpa had nearly staked everything to bid on the Soul Enlightenment Pill. What bargaining chips did he have left to persuade that person?
Besides, the pill the seller had casually refined was worth a million Gold Soul Coins.
In her despair, a cold thought surfaced:
Perhaps... the only way was to force him by relying on their strength.
After all, the poison in Grandpa's body had already reached his bones. He didn't have much time left.
She didn't dare think any further. She only gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white.
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