Crushing the Child of Destiny, Protected by a Saint!

The crisis of death descended. Ye Chen immediately used a treasure—a Jade Talisman exuding an ancient aura.

Boom! The longsword in Qin Luo's hand collided with the Jade Talisman. The talisman shattered, helping Ye Chen block Qin Luo's killing blow.

Bang! Ye Chen crashed heavily onto the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Pfft!"

[Ye Chen's mindset has collapsed. Fortune Points lost: 10000. Villain Points gained: 10000.]

"Qin Luo! You!" Ye Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared wide-eyed at Qin Luo, still finding it impossible to believe. The Taixu Bell had clearly been in his possession—how could it have ended up in Qin Luo's hands?

"Surprised?" Qin Luo looked at him teasingly, sending a jolt of panic through his heart.

Of course he was surprised. Ye Chen immediately reined in his expression, afraid that anyone might notice the slightest hint of something unusual.

Liu Changhe and the Taixu Sacred Land elders were all dumbfounded. They stared blankly at the Taixu Bell restraining Tu Shouyi, exchanging bewildered glances, utterly at a loss.

"The Taixu Bell... has actually been repaired?" Liu Changhe's tone was filled with shock.

"So Qin Luo stole the Taixu Bell in order to repair it?"

"Qin Luo actually has such means?"

The disciples were equally stunned. They had naturally seen the sacred relic of the Taixu Sacred Land, the Taixu Bell. Strictly speaking, its symbolic significance outweighed its combat utility.

The disciples had opportunities to pay homage to the Taixu Bell; it was a tradition of the Taixu Sacred Land.

"Senior Brother Qin, you really did steal the Taixu Bell. You've truly disappointed me." Lin Ruoxuan looked at Qin Luo, her eyes filled with shock.

The witnesses and physical evidence were all present. There was no room for Qin Luo to deny it.

Qin Luo glanced at Liu Ruyan and sneered disdainfully. "What the hell does it have to do with me whether you're disappointed or not? Are we even that close?"

Liu Ruyan stared at Qin Luo in disbelief. She could not believe that he would speak such foul words, his tone so utterly unfamiliar. Weren't they close?

They had been childhood sweethearts. Had Ye Chen not suddenly appeared, they might even have become husband and wife someday.

It hurt so much. She felt as though her heart were being pierced again and again...

[Liu Ruyan's state of mind has collapsed. Fortune Points lost: 5000. Villain Points gained by host: 5000.]

Qin Luo's eyes lit up. Just a few sentences could fleece so many Fortune Points from her—keep going!

"Liu Ruyan, you slut who wants to play the whore and still erect a monument to chastity, you're my fiancée, yet you colluded with Ye Chen to frame and murder me. What right does a bitch like you have to stand here lecturing me?"

"If you had even a shred of shame, you'd shut your mouth."

[Liu Ruyan's state of mind continues to collapse. Fortune Points lost: 3000. Villain Points gained by host: 3000.]

[Liu Ruyan lost 1000 Fortune Points. Villain Points gained by host: 1000.]

Qin Luo's eyes shone even brighter. Completely ignoring Liu Ruyan's deathly pale face, he was about to continue when a furious rebuke interrupted him.

"Enough!"

How could Liu Changhe not be enraged when his daughter was berated by Qin Luo? At the same time, a powerful Saint Realm aura surged toward Qin Luo.

Boom!

That aura struck Qin Luo, sending him flying. He slammed into the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Tu Shouyi also seized this chance to immediately break free from the Taixu Bell's restraint. He leaped into the air, intending to rush over and deal Qin Luo a fatal blow.

"I said enough!" Liu Changhe's rebuke exploded beside Tu Shouyi's ears, detonating in his mind. Tu Shouyi shuddered and immediately stopped.

"Damn it, Saints are fucking impressive." Qin Luo struggled to his feet, wiping the blood from his lips. His unyielding gaze fell upon Liu Changhe, who stood high above him.

"Qin Luo, I'll ask you one last time. Do you confess your guilt?" Liu Changhe's voice rang out beside Qin Luo's ears once more.

Qin Luo gave a cold laugh. "If someone is determined to accuse you, they'll always find a pretext."

"Whatever you say I did, then that's what I did. But you want me to confess? Heh, unless you kneel and beg me!"

Boom!

Such outrageously rebellious words shook the entire Taixu Sacred Land. Everyone looked at Qin Luo as though he were already dead.

He actually dared speak to a Saint like that—to the Holy Lord of their Taixu Sacred Land. Qin Luo was undoubtedly doomed!

"You insolent bastard! You dare humiliate the Holy Lord? You deserve death!" Tu Shouyi roared, then turned to Liu Changhe. "Holy Lord, Qin Luo is arrogant and unruly, with no respect for his elders. The evidence for his crimes is conclusive. I suggest we flay his tendons and extract his marrow, then imprison his soul forever!"

"Holy Lord, you must not!" Lin Ruoxuan immediately pleaded for Qin Luo.

"Holy Lord, though Qin Luo is arrogant and unruly, he is a one-in-ten-thousand genius of the Sword Dao. With a little discipline, he could grow into a peerless prodigy. Killing him would be the greatest loss to our Taixu Sacred Land!"

She was a sword cultivator, and she understood the power of sword cultivators better than anyone—especially someone like Qin Luo, who had cultivated a Heaven Tier sword technique—no, one that could barely be considered Saint Tier—to the Perfection Realm.

If Qin Luo were allowed to grow, he might be able to clash head-on with a Saint Realm expert while still in the Cave Heaven Realm. She truly could not bear to watch such a genius die before his time.

"Qin Luo, kneel immediately and admit your mistake to the Holy Lord!" Lin Ruoxuan turned to Qin Luo and gave him a meaningful look.

"Elder Lin's words are mistaken! Qin Luo stole the Saint Artifact of our Taixu Sacred Land and murdered disciples of our Taixu Sacred Land. He has long since become estranged from us. If we raise such an ungrateful wolf, it will only turn around and bite our Taixu Sacred Land in the end."

"I ask the Holy Lord to give the order to execute this fiend!" Tu Shouyi said, bowing to Liu Changhe.

Liu Changhe said nothing. He was waiting—waiting for Qin Luo to take the initiative and admit his mistake. Perhaps then he would consider giving Qin Luo a way out.

But in the end, Qin Luo could only become a sword in the Taixu Sacred Land's hand—a puppet, nothing more.

Saints could not be humiliated. Qin Luo had dared insult him today; he had already invited death upon himself.

Qin Luo looked around at his former fellow disciples, then at Ye Chen's smug expression.

Admit fault? Let them manipulate him as they pleased? Screw that!

His gaze fell upon Lin Ruoxuan. Grinning, he said, "Thank you, Elder Lin, for speaking up for justice."

"However, this Taixu Sacred Land means nothing to me, Qin Luo!"

Lin Ruoxuan closed her eyes, unable to bear witness to Qin Luo's fate.

"Stubborn beyond redemption!" Liu Changhe snorted coldly, and Tu Shouyi's eyes lit up.

He had not expected Qin Luo to seek his own death. Then Qin Luo could not blame him!

First, he would kill Qin Luo. Then he would find a way to kill Qin Luo's junior sister, that old bastard's daughter. Only then could he vent the hatred in his heart.

Turning around, Tu Shouyi began to pronounce judgment upon Qin Luo.

"Qin Luo, you murdered fellow disciples of the Taixu Sacred Land and stole the Taixu Bell and the Four Symbols Sword Technique. The witnesses and physical evidence are conclusive! Do you confess your guilt?"

Qin Luo held his sword, his eyes brimming with defiance. At this moment, he ought to have struck a pose and said, "I am a prince of the Great Qin Dynasty. If any of you dare touch even a hair on my head, I will wipe out your Taixu Sacred Land to the last man!"

Before he could speak, a voice rang out from beyond the Taixu Sacred Land.

"Hehehe! What a Taixu Sacred Land. So many people, yet you're all bullying a junior like this?"

Liu Changhe's expression changed instantly. He rose to his feet, his gaze locking onto the distance.

Dark clouds blotted out the sun, and the sky suddenly turned gloomy. The once-bright sunlight was swallowed by thick layers of cloud, as if the whole world had been shrouded in oppressive darkness.

An old woman stepped through the air from beyond the Taixu Sacred Land.

Her arrival made Liu Changhe's expression especially grave. He uttered four words softly: "Frostmoon Saint!"

After appearing, the old woman declared arrogantly, "Qin Luo, this Saint will protect!"