Hun Changqing slammed his hand down on the main soul's head. Perhaps some personal grudge lay behind it, for he had directly condensed a vortex of Supreme Yin True Qi in his palm.
Then he pressed it viciously down upon the main soul's head. The main soul had been just about to strike Xingxiu, but the instant Hun Changqing's hand bore down on it, its energy dispersed, and it let out a wail of terror and agony.
Xingxiu kept her beautiful eyes tightly shut, awaiting death. Yet even after a long while, the pain she had expected never came. Instead, she heard a piercing, anguished wail, while a cool, delicate fragrance reached her nose.
Somewhat puzzled, Xingxiu opened her beautiful eyes. What greeted her was Hun Changqing, dressed entirely in black, sinister yin energy steaming from his body.
Because the main soul had been about to strike Xingxiu, Hun Changqing now stood in front of it, so close to her that their bodies were almost touching. The delicate fragrance she had smelled was coming from him.
Looking at Hun Changqing, who stood within arm's reach, Xingxiu first froze in a daze. Then, seeing the main soul pinned beneath his flawless, white hand, the nerves that had drawn taut at the approach of death abruptly relaxed.
Although she had already steeled herself before dying, remaining truly as untroubled as a gentle breeze and drifting clouds when death actually arrived was no easy feat-especially for a woman like Xingxiu, whose heart was now consumed by obsession.
A profound unwillingness had filled her heart just moments ago, but against the main soul's formidable assault, she had been helpless. All she could do was accept it calmly, burying her reluctance and regrets deep within and letting them vanish utterly with her death.
But when