Fighting for Her Life

Li Qingyue felt only an immense force.

It radiated from the fiery-red divine chain, leaving her entire body unable to move.

This was the gulf between a cultivator and a mortal.

Captured in an instant, she could not resist in the slightest, despite her thousand pounds of strength.

If... if I could devour the divine power in the Divine Chain...

Li Qingyue still showed little panic. Instead, her mind worked faster than ever.

She feared men more than life or death.

Especially when she could not resist, when even suicide became a luxury.

Under that terror, her focus became sharper than ever.

But how do I devour it?

Feeling no violation yet, Li Qingyue closed her eyes slightly, as though she had already given up hope.

At the sight, the scar-faced man looked faintly excited, as though he had acquired a treasure.

It was as though he could already see this girl, more beautiful than an immortal maiden, under his control and at his mercy day and night.

At that moment, however, Li Qingyue instinctively opened the system.

This system with so few functions seemed to be the only thing she could rely on.

Survival system: Li Qingyue.

Physique: Waste Body

Strength: a thousand pounds of force.

Technique: Kunpeng Swallowing Technique.

Evolution: expend survival points to evolve any scene.

Survival points: 3700.

Evolve Kunpeng Devouring!

With another shift of her intent, Li Qingyue seemed to lose all sensation of her body as she soared into the sky.

Before her, an endless ocean appeared once more, its blue waters stretching to meet the heavens.

A whirlpool suddenly appeared in the ocean, spreading without cease.

At last, it formed a terrifying storm.

It was as though some enormous beast beneath the sea sought to devour heaven and earth.

At that moment, Li Qingyue's consciousness merged into the whirlpool once again.

It merged into the body of the enormous beast within it.

The formation of true qi gave her a distinctly different perception.

The vast whirlpool before her was actually composed of one minuscule whirlpool after another.

They resembled an immense formation.

The whirlpools accelerated one another, growing stronger and stronger, seemingly without limit.

With every swallowing breath of the colossal Kunpeng, the whirlpool grew more terrifying.

Kunpeng Devouring was not accomplished in a single leap, either.

Instead, countless tiny breaths formed this terrifying whirlpool.

Just as a faint understanding dawned on her, everything before her abruptly shattered.

She felt her body sink. When she opened her eyes, she found that she had already been thrown into a room.

An enormous round table stood before her, laden with all kinds of vicious beast meat and strange fruits.

The mingling aromas filled the air, making Li Qingyue instinctively swallow.

Sitting boldly at the round table with his legs spread, the scar-faced man smiled faintly, apparently in no hurry. "Want some?"

Li Qingyue lowered her head.

"Serve me first. You can eat once I'm finished!"

The scar-faced man chuckled, seemingly intent on reclaiming from Li Qingyue twice the humiliation he had once suffered at an immortal maiden's hands.

Even in his dreams, he imagined the immortal maiden who had wounded him standing obediently before him, serving his meals.

Then she would beg for his mercy and even take the initiative to strip off her clothes.

But that could only happen in dreams!

Now, however, here was a mortal girl whose beauty was no less than an immortal maiden's.

How could he possibly let her go?

He had opened his Bitter Sea and become a cultivator. Though it had not been long, his advantage was still overwhelming.

There was no need to worry about what waves a frail little girl could stir up before him.

Li Qingyue kept her head lowered, her body trembling slightly.

She knew that weakness and fear could always make people lower their guard.

The scar-faced man was in no hurry either. He kept appraising her body, as though intending to train her little by little.

A moment later, Li Qingyue shifted her feet slightly and approached the round table.

She was somewhat flustered, seemingly unsure how to serve anyone.

Thunk!

A sharp short sword and a fork landed before Li Qingyue, embedded upright in the round table's redwood surface.

"Cut the meat with the dagger and feed it into my mouth."

The scar-faced man changed his posture, reclining against the back of his chair, utterly at ease.

Naturally, he had his reasons for daring to give her a blade.

Those above him had long since given him a method to test aptitude, instructing him to search for people with special physiques.

And he had already confirmed that the girl before him was merely a mortal.

Before a cultivator, a mortal was nothing but an ant.

Li Qingyue's eyes brightened as she picked up the knife and fork with trembling hands.

Then she switched them between her hands, as though she had never used them and did not know how.

The scar-faced man did not hurry her. The smile at his lips deepened, his eyes burning with desire.

The helpless girl before him looked peculiarly adorable and fragile.

It gave him the urge to keep watching her forever.

A moment later, the girl cut off a piece of meat with trembling hands, then slowly brought it to the scar-faced man's lips with the fork.

The scar-faced man opened his mouth at just the right moment, a faint red glow flickering across his face.

It was inconspicuous in the firelight.

But Li Qingyue still noticed it. That was divine power, born only after a cultivator opened their Bitter Sea.

Its divine might was unfathomable.

Clearly, the scar-faced man had been on guard all along.

I only have one chance!

Li Qingyue's heart hammered wildly, her arm trembling slightly. She made no attempt to hide it.

That fear and tension were real.

And they would make the scar-faced man lower his guard further.

Instinctively, Li Qingyue looked toward him, her expression timid, as though he had seen through her little scheme.

She could not conceal the fear on her face.

The scar-faced man's smile deepened, and even his body seemed to truly relax.

He was already imagining how he would make the girl beg for mercy beneath him.

Suddenly, Li Qingyue thrust the steel fork in her hand toward his mouth.

Clang!

Fiery-red light, like a chain, caught Li Qingyue's arm.

"Is that all the strength you have?"

The scar-faced man chuckled, relaxing completely as he watched the girl's terrified expression.

She had less strength than an ordinary man, yet she dared imitate an assassin?

"But... resistance makes it more fun!"

His gaze burned hotter. He liked using force, then making his victims sink into despair little by little and beg for mercy beneath him.

But the next moment, he saw the timidity and fear on the girl's face, along with the trembling of her body, stop all at once.

A cool, indifferent gaze shone from those clear, dark eyes.

It carried absolute resolve.

Whoosh!

A sudden whistle split the air as the short sword in Li Qingyue's right hand stabbed straight toward the scar-faced man's chest.

"What?"

Hearing that whistle, the scar-faced man's expression changed drastically for the first time. He hurriedly tried to make the divine chain release Li Qingyue's arm, but it was already too late.

Having only just opened his Bitter Sea, he did not have much divine power.

Controlling it with his intent was not all that fast, either.

Especially after he had completely dropped his guard.

Now he could only raise his right hand, hoping to block Li Qingyue's dagger.

Shhk!

The dagger had barely pierced an inch into his chest when a broad hand seized it.

Blood flowed instantly.

"You're not a mortal!"

Feeling the force behind the dagger, the scar-faced man was stunned.

But Li Qingyue's expression remained cold. She planted one foot on the floor and lunged forward.

She had only one chance. Now that she had struck, she could only fight with her life on the line!

Bang!

A footprint exploded in the floor. Tremendous force drove the dagger forward again, sinking it another inch into the scar-faced man's chest.

How could a hand of flesh and blood restrain a sharp blade, no matter how strong it was?

Blood instantly gushed out.

"You're not good enough to kill me!"

Feeling the force Li Qingyue unleashed, the scar-faced man relaxed. He could withstand two or three thousand pounds of force with one hand.

Clang!

The divine chain pulled Li Qingyue's right hand away from his mouth, then released it and wound directly around her neck.

Even now, he still did not intend to kill Li Qingyue, as though only a woman like this had enough flavor.

"You've lost your chance!"

"Now it's my turn."

The scar-faced man smiled cruelly, gripping the dagger with one hand and letting his blood flow.

With a shift of his intent, he moved to hoist Li Qingyue into the air, planning to train her properly.

But at that very moment, Li Qingyue's fork-holding right hand suddenly became a fist and slammed viciously toward his head.

The divine power of the Sea of Bitterness was controlled through intent.

If she could make the scar-faced man lose control of his divine power, she still had a chance.

Seeing that the girl was still resisting, the scar-faced man abruptly raised his left hand, caught her fist, and applied a little pressure.

Crack, crack, crack...

A series of bone-cracking sounds came from Li Qingyue's hand.

Her brows furrowed, but she ignored it all as the true qi within her surged madly.

Calm and frenzied all at once, she took another step.

Bang!

Crack, crack...

The ground beneath her feet split, and the bones in her hand cracked explosively.

Even the divine chain around her neck instantly tightened, drawing fresh blood.

But the dagger in Li Qingyue's right hand sank another inch deeper.

The scar-faced man's expression changed drastically again. At that moment, he actually sensed the breath of death.

Especially in Li Qingyue's reckless, life-defying attacks.

It was as though she could not feel pain.

A swing of his arm carried four or five thousand pounds of force, which should have been enough to withstand her.

But with Li Qingyue fighting for her life, how could his flesh-and-blood hand completely withstand the sharp dagger's thrust?

"You're courting death!"

The scar-faced man roared. Just as he resolved to kill the girl before him, he heard another bang from the ground.

Along with it came the explosive cracking of the bones in her hand.

And blood spread across Li Qingyue's neck.

Yet the dagger in her right hand used that force to sink another inch deeper.

Blood suddenly spurted out.

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