Angel's Tears, Silver Dragon's Regret! The Arrival of Ye Wanqing

Gu Yue's aura began to climb wildly and uncontrollably.

She completely disregarded whether this Split Soul vessel could withstand such a massive infusion of divine power.

Her silver hair rose without wind, each strand whipping about like a frenzied silver snake.

Divine light erupted from her Purple Eyes, and the surrounding air twisted and warped violently due to the energy overload.

Why?

Why must all the bad things, all the missions, all the hatred... be borne by her?

And yet, that foolish, weak, and indecisive Split Soul was able to receive his life-risking protection?

What made her break down even more was this:

She was actually insanely jealous of the other half of her own soul!

"Ling! Look at her... look at what she has become now!"

Qian Renxue's voice was so hoarse it was nearly shattered, every word dripping with blood, carrying a heart-wrenching pain.

Her golden pupils were locked firmly onto the rampaging vortex of silver energy surrounding Gu Yuena.

That halo was twisted, restless, and emitted an unsettling instability, as if it would swallow everything in the next second.

"She is a Soul Beast! A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast! She will take your life!"

Su Ling's body swayed almost imperceptibly.

The wound on his chest had barely stopped bleeding under Gu Yuena's Creation Power, but the sharp pain and exhaustion made every breath feel like a knife cut.

He raised his head, his gaze complex and difficult to decipher.

Vigilance, detachment, and even a trace of... guilt he himself was unwilling to admit.

He knew how powerful Qian Renxue was.

Her Angel Divine Power and the soul essence of a God King placed her at the very pinnacle of this world.

But at this moment, what dominated Gu Yuena's body was the Silver Dragon King Main Body, fused with a divine will!

A terrifying existence that had one foot stepped into the God King realm!

If Qian Renxue were to attack her, it would be no different from seeking her own death.

"Leave..."

Su Ling's voice was so hoarse it was reduced to a single breath, yet it carried an unquestionable resolve.

"Crown Prince... this has nothing to do with you..."

"Leave... immediately..."

Every word felt like a cold iron hammer, slamming heavily against Qian Renxue's heart.

She had revealed her trump cards for him, even risked exposing her true identity, and severely wounded Dugu Bo to intimidate the entire crowd...

In exchange, he was pushing her away once again without hesitation, all for the sake of another woman?

In his eyes, would she always be that outsider who needed to be guarded against and driven away?

It was like this in her past life, and in this life... it was the same?

Grievance, jealousy, and anger, intertwined with the agonizing concern for his injuries, churned and burned within her chest like boiling magma.

Her golden eyes were instantly veiled by a thick mist of tears. Droplets rolled down uncontrollably, completely washing away the last trace of the Crown Prince's heroic facade.

At this moment, she was nothing more than a heartbroken woman, repeatedly rejected by the one she loved, reduced to her most raw and wretched state.

"No! I'm not leaving!"

Qian Renxue shrieked, the tears sliding into the corners of her lips, tasting of cold, bitter salt.

"If I leave, should I watch her tear you to shreds?! Watch her rip your heart out?! Su Ling! Do you... do you even have a heart?!"

Her palm shot up, a vast surge of Angel Divine Power gathering violently, aimed directly at the tear-streaked, dazed Gu Yuena.

Kill her!

As long as this femme fatale disappeared, everything could return to the way it was!

However, when her gaze collided with Su Ling's eyes, which were locked firmly onto hers—

There was not a shred of softness in them, only a cold warning and a look that was almost a plea: "Don't."

He remained stubborn, using his broken body to shield the out-of-control Gu Yuena!

Even though that lethal Dragon Claw had only just been withdrawn from his chest!

This realization hit her like bone-chilling ice water, causing her boiling murderous intent to flicker and dim.

The gathered divine power trembled and flickered at her fingertips, but in the end, she could not bring herself to strike.

Su Ling paid her no further mind.

His attention was forcibly pulled back.

A pure, vast, yet strangely familiar surge of Creation Energy was pouring into his shattered body.

This power far exceeded the limit of what Gu Yuena's Split Soul could mobilize. Hidden within its icy chill was a trace of imperceptible trembling, clumsily and stubbornly mending the hollow in his chest.

He looked blankly at the "Gu Yue" before him, her face streaked with tears, her eyes hollow.

This stunningly beautiful face, which only moments ago had been covered in divine coldness and killing intent, now held nothing but immense confusion and... a fragility that bordered on shattering?

Why did she save him?

Was killing him twice... not enough?

Gu Yue felt his cold, probing gaze.

That gaze was like a needle, piercing her chaotic consciousness.

She wanted to explain, to question, to scream, but her throat was tightly gripped by an invisible force.

What could she say?

"I'm sorry"?

Or "I hate you"?

Either one seemed pale and ridiculous.

Looking at the horrific wound in his chest—the one she had caused with her own hands.

Looking at his paper-white face and dead, silent eyes.

An unprecedented bitterness and panic seized her heart.

She instinctively lowered her head, avoiding his gaze, her long silver eyelashes drooping.

The Dragon Tail that would usually sway slightly, betraying her emotions, now hung limply against the ground, pressing softly against the cold rubble, radiating a deep sense of loss and helplessness.

Perhaps due to the influence of Gu Yue's Main Body descending, her originally petite and cute frame had lengthened slightly.

Her silver hair cascaded like a waterfall to her waist; though some youthfulness remained, she already possessed a breathtaking, city-toppling beauty.

This appearance, paired with her delicate face stained with blood and tears, made her look all the more pitiful, leaving one unable to bring themselves to blame her.

Just at this suffocating stalemate.

"Ling'er—!!!"

A shrill scream, sharp enough to pierce the night sky, tore through the dead silence like a horn of despair!

Ye Wanqing stumbled as she broke through the obstruction of the crowd.

The scene that met her eyes made the world go black, spinning dizzily before her!

Her son, whom she cherished more than her own life, was currently kneeling on the ground, covered in blood!

The massive, mangled hole in his chest, where the outline of shattered, ghastly white bone could even be seen, seared into her retinas like a red-hot branding iron, searing itself deep into the core of her soul!

And the figure standing before him—with hair like a cascading silver waterfall and a face of peerless beauty, yet radiating a terrifying aura—was none other than the one everyone spoke of: the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!

That terrifying existence capable of freezing a Titled Douluo with a single strike.

There was no need to ask; the horrific wound on her son's chest had undoubtedly been dealt by her hand!

"Madam Ye... Madam Ye, please calm down, you must stay calm!"

"Your son is being held captive by that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast; rushing forward recklessly will only provoke her!"

Ning Fengzhi hurriedly stepped forward to block her path, fine beads of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

At this moment, the power radiating from both Qian Renxue and Gu Yuena was extremely dangerous.

It was enough to make even him, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, feel a sense of trepidation.

If any further accident were to befall Ye Wanqing, everyone present today would be unable to clear their names.