Qiao Jingyun's Rage

Mount Putuo suddenly fell silent. Even the sharp edge between heaven and earth seemed to have stopped roaring.

Su An looked at his chest in disbelief. A small dagger had been driven precisely into his chest, blood flowing down its blade.

It felt as though some force were frantically churning his heart.

A truly heart-rending pain surged into Su An's mind.

Inside the carriage, the woman was streaming with tears, yet she still resolutely drove the dagger into Su An's chest.

High in the air, Qiao Yun's expression was even more crazed.

"Good kill, what a good kill! Su An, so this day has come for you too!"

"Hahaha! What does it feel like to watch the woman you love stab you with her own hands? That feeling must be amazing, right?"

Qiao Yun howled with near-deranged glee.

Venting the fury in his heart.

Suddenly, a palm imprint descended from the sky and slammed down, forcibly crushing Qiao Yun into a puddle of flesh.

Ding! Congratulations, Host, for killing a Six-Turn Gods and Devils expert. Reward: 6,000,000 Slaughter Points!

Yang Chen impassively withdrew his arm and dusted off his palms, seeming somewhat disgusted.

"Fucking villains sure talk too much!"

With that, Yang Chen reached into the void with one hand and pulled Su An back. Frowning slightly, he placed a pill into Su An's mouth, pulled out the dagger, and repaired Su An's wound.

"Master..."

Su An looked utterly despondent.

"I thought... there was still a place for me in her heart!"

Yang Chen shot Su An an annoyed look.

"When there are no women in your heart, draw your sword and become a god naturally. Look at your master here—have I ever sought out a woman? Have I ever suffered heartbreak over one? You're just too young!"