Taking Her as a Mount

"Feng Qing'er, I know you are proud and arrogant, and I also know that your Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan has several Dou Shengs."

"But you seem to have forgotten: how could the dignity of a Dou Sheng be something a mere Dou Zong woman like you can provoke?"

Xie Tianxiao looked down at Feng Qing'er from above, and then a cold glint shot out from his eyes.

Pfft!

In an instant, an invisible blade pierced through Feng Qing'er's slender calf, forcing her to kneel on the ground.

The piercing pain brought sweat to Feng Qing'er's brow, and her face was filled with agony.

Yet she did not scream. Instead, she clenched her pearly teeth and endured it, letting out only a muffled groan.

Feng Qing'er looked utterly disheveled at that moment. Her exquisite jade-like face was stained with blood, and her black hair hung messily over her shoulders, making her seem rather pitiful.

"You do have some backbone."

"Then I might as well tell you this: the Dou Sheng ancestor of your clan died by my hand a year ago. Before his death, he had already offered you to me as merchandise."

Xie Tianxiao looked at the stubborn Feng Qing'er with slight surprise before speaking coldly.

"N-No, that's impossible! Don't try to deceive me!"

Hearing Xie Tianxiao's words, Feng Qing'er bit her thin lip tightly. "How could Ancestor, with his terrifying strength, have fallen so easily?"

"I have no need to explain myself to you. Whether you believe it or not will not change the outcome."

Withdrawing his pressure, Xie Tianxiao stood with his hands behind his back and spoke indifferently.

"Kill me, then."

After a moment of silence, Feng Qing'er finally closed her beautiful eyes in resignation and said coldly.

A Dou Sheng truly had no reason to lie