Seeing his beloved Xixi actually drag her grievously wounded body before him to stop him for that old bastard Tang Chen, Qian Daoliu felt his chest tighten with unbearable heartache.
He had silently guarded and loved the High Priestess of Sea God Island for so many years. Had it all been for nothing in the end?
"Xixi, you should know perfectly well about the irreconcilable blood feud between our Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect." Qian Daoliu tightened his grip on the Angel Holy Sword and questioned in a deep voice, "Can you honestly swear that if Jiang Li dies here today, you will not later lead an army of Sea Soul Masters to attack Spirit Hall at Tang Chen's mere request?"
At those words, a flicker of discomfort at being exposed passed through Bo Saixi's eyes, but it was soon replaced by a ruthless, all-or-nothing resolve.
Although Tang San was Lord Sea God's inheritor, he was also someone Tang Chen had resolved to eliminate.
And although Jiang Li carried the aura of another god's inheritance, there was one thing she understood clearly.
If weeds were not pulled out by the roots, they would grow again with the spring breeze.
Since matters had already reached the point of tearing all pretenses apart, she had no way back for the sake of her beloved. She might as well go all the way!
"Qian Daoliu, words are useless. Let our strength do the talking!" Bo Saixi shouted coldly, ignoring the searing pain of her tearing meridians as she forcibly stirred the remnants of Soul Power within her once more.
Though she was suffering backlash at the moment, as long as she stood against the natural battlefield of this endless sea, holding Qian Daoliu back for a while would not be a