Zhao Min was fierce indeed. The moment she found herself restrained, she swung her sword back toward her only son, intending to use a move like Heaven and Earth Longevity or Jade Shattering at Kunlun to perish together with him. However, Murong Jingyue's martial arts were broad and varied, and his experience in the martial world was extensive. He had long been prepared for this. With a flick of his finger, he sealed the numbing acupoint at her elbow, and Zhao Min's sword could only droop limply.
"Do you think you've won just because you have a hostage?" Song Qingshu asked calmly, gazing quietly at him.
"Of course!" Murong Jingyue chuckled. "Princess Shaomin is Mongol's number one beauty. Even I can't help being moved when I look at her. You've been involved with her for so long—would you really bear to see her harmed? There will be plenty of chances to capture me later, but if she dies, she can't be brought back to life."
Song Qingshu nodded. "You have a point."
Zhao Min immediately grew anxious. "Song Qingshu, ignore me and kill him for me!" The poison of the Three Corpses Godly Brain Pill had hung over her head like the Sword of Damocles these past days, leaving her unable to eat or sleep in peace. If he was allowed to escape today, she would still suffer under the Three Corpses Godly Brain Pill in the future. She might as well perish together with him today.
Murong Jingyue tightened his grip, making it difficult for her even to speak. "Don't worry. He won't bear to let you die. No man would."
Song Qingshu ignored him and said to Zhao Min, "Don't worry. I'll kill him, and I'll save you too."
Murong Jingyue laughed in fury. "Your martial arts may