Chapter 289: Ren Xue holds Tang 3 and abuses Yu Xiaogang, Yu Xiaogang kowtows and begs for mercy, Du

The battle finally ended, and the figure of the Blue Silver Angel began to become illusory, and then gradually disappeared.

The figures of Tang San and Qian Renxue slowly emerged from the dazzling light and returned to the ground.

Tang San was breathing slightly, with a hint of fatigue on his handsome face, but his eyes were shining with the joy of victory. His short black hair was a little messy due to the fierce battle just now, and a few strands of hair hung mischievously in front of his forehead, adding a bit of heroic spirit.

He was wearing a black suit, the fabric was close fitting yet comfortable, outlining his slender and powerful figure. The hidden buttons on his chest shone faintly in the moonlight, and he had a blue belt tied around his waist, fluttering gently in the wind.

Qian Renxue still maintained her innate nobility and arrogance. Her golden hair fell like a waterfall, looking like flowing gold under the moonlight, breathtakingly beautiful. Her gem-like golden eyes sparkled with wisdom and pride. Under her high nose bridge was a pair of cherry lips. Even without makeup, she was still stunningly beautiful.

She was wearing a golden gauze dress, the hem of which swayed gently in the wind, outlining her perfect curves, like a goddess descending from the sky.

Tang San staggered forward a step weakly, and Qian Renxue immediately stretched out her slender arm and held him steadily.

Tang San leaned into Qian Renxue's arms, feeling her warmth and fragrance.

Qian Renxue gently embraced Tang San with one hand to support him, while the other hand was slightly raised, and a golden light condensed in the palm of her hand, gradually forming a long sword emitting a sacred aura.

The sacred sword was golden all over, and was engraved with complex mysterious runes. Each rune flashed a soft light, as if telling an ancient legend. A crystal clear gem was inlaid on the hilt, and under the moonlight, it refracted a colorful halo, beautiful and mysterious.

Qian Renxue's cold eyes fell on Yu Xiaogang who was lying on the ground. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a mocking smile. Her voice was crisp and cold, like ice crystals in the cold winter, and she said word by word: "Yu Xiaogang, Yu Xiaogang, are you convinced now? Do you want to be a eunuch obediently?"

Yu Xiaogang lay on the ground, trembling all over, like a dog drenched by a rainstorm. His face, which he once claimed to be a symbol of wisdom, was now covered in mud and blood. His short flat head was disheveled and covered in dust, making him look particularly ridiculous.

His eyes were filled with fear and despair, and the arrogance he once had was long gone.

He raised his head with difficulty, his lips trembling, his voice hoarse and weak, and said: "Okay... okay... I am willing, I am willing to become a eunuch, please, please let my wife Liu Erlong and my elder brother go."

There was deep fear in his voice, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat. As he spoke, big tears welled up in his bloodshot eyes, mixed with the stains on his face, slid down his cheeks, and formed a small puddle of mud on the ground.

Tang San leaned in Qian Renxue's arms, his black eyes staring at Yu Xiaogang calmly. There was no pity in his eyes, but instead a hint of coldness and mockery.

His voice was not loud, but every word was clearly heard by Yu Xiaogang: "If you want me to let them go, kowtow."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang immediately slammed his forehead heavily on the ground as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw without hesitation.

With a dull "bang", his forehead made close contact with the hard ground, raising a small cloud of dust.

He ignored the pain and kowtowed several times in a row, using all his strength each time, as if he wanted to express his sincerity in this way.

Soon, a redness and swelling appeared on Yu Xiaogang's forehead, and a few drops of blood flowed down the wound, but he seemed not to feel the pain and continued to kowtow.

"Please, please let them go. I'm willing to do anything, just to let them go." Yu Xiaogang's voice had become fragmented, mixed with low sobs. Looking at him, who would have thought that he was once the high and mighty "theoretical master"?

Qian Renxue looked at Yu Xiaogang's appearance, and the smile on her lips became more obvious.

She raised her hand gently, as if conducting a silent symphony.

Following her movements, a dozen Spirit Masters from the Spirit Hall in white uniforms suddenly walked out from the woods in the distance. They were agile and powerful, and each of them exuded a strength that could not be ignored.

These Spirit Hall soul masters quickly surrounded Yu Xiaogang, and two of them stepped forward and roughly dragged Yu Xiaogang up.

Yu Xiaogang did not resist. His legs were as soft as noodles and he was unable to stand. He only managed to avoid falling down thanks to the support of two soul masters.

Qian Renxue ordered in a cold voice: "Take him away, send him to the palace, and let him receive 'special' training." There was a hint of unquestionable majesty in her voice, as if the Ice Queen was giving orders.

The spirit masters of the Spirit Hall nodded respectfully and were about to leave, dragging Yu Xiaogang away.

At this moment, Liu Erlong, who was lying on the ground, suddenly struggled to stand up. Her originally beautiful face was now covered with dust and blood, but it still could not conceal her heroic spirit.

Her long hair was scattered on her shoulders, soaked with sweat and blood, and stuck to her cheeks and neck. Her beautiful eyes were burning with anger, staring at Tang San and Qian Renxue.

"Let Xiaogang go!" Liu Erlong roared, her voice hoarse but still full of power. She stood up shakily, her hands clenched into fists, veins bulging, obviously trying her best to mobilize the remaining soul power in her body.

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However, just as she was about to rush towards the Spirit Hall's soul master, a hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Liu Erlong turned around and saw that it was Flanders.

Flanders also stood up with difficulty. His once handsome face was covered with scars. His glasses had long disappeared, revealing a pair of tired but bright eyes. His clothes were tattered, like a soldier who had experienced a fierce battle. He held Liu Erlong's wrist tightly to stop her impulsive behavior.

"Erlong, don't be impulsive." Flanders whispered, with deep fatigue and a hint of rationality in his voice, "As long as the green mountains are there, there will be no shortage of firewood. We don't have the strength to compete with them now. We will find a chance to save Xiaogang later."

Liu Erlong turned to look at Flanders. The anger in her eyes subsided a little, but then despair and helplessness surged up again. Her lips trembled, and she wanted to say something but couldn't. In the end, she could only watch Yu Xiaogang being taken away by the spirit masters of the Spirit Hall.

When Yu Xiaogang was dragged away, he looked back at Liu Erlong and Flanders, his eyes full of reluctance and fear, and his lips trembled as if he wanted to say something, but he was eventually dragged into the dark woods by the spirit masters of the Spirit Hall and disappeared into the night.

Liu Erlong looked at the direction where Yu Xiaogang was taken away. She could no longer hold back the tears in her eyes, which rolled down like pearls from a broken string. Her shoulders trembled slightly because of her sobs. Even the most heartless person would be moved by her look.

Flanders patted Liu Erlong's shoulder gently, and said in a low and firm voice: "Erlong, let's go. Let's go back and recover first, and then come back to save Xiaogang when we are strong enough."

Liu Erlong took a deep breath, suppressed the grief in her heart, and nodded.

Flanders supported Liu Erlong, and the two of them supported each other as they staggered out of the Sunset Forest. Their backs looked particularly lonely and desolate.

Tang San and Qian Renxue watched Flanders and Liu Erlong leave until their figures disappeared into the night.

"Let them go?" Qian Renxue raised her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of doubt in her tone.

Tang San nodded slightly, a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "They are no longer a threat, and they are still useful."

Qian Renxue nodded in understanding, without asking any more questions. She let go of the sacred sword in her hand, and the long sword condensed by soul power slowly dissipated, turning into dots of golden light and blending into the night.

After the battle, the outskirts of Sunset Forest were in ruins, with deep gullies and holes all over the ground, a large number of surrounding trees fallen down, and the air filled with the smell of dust and sawdust.

The moon was still hanging high in the sky, and its bright moonlight sprinkled on the earth, adding a touch of soft beauty to the messy forest.

Tang San and Qian Renxue stood side by side in the moonlight, their figures stretched out and blended into the night. The fierce battle just now consumed a lot of their spirit power. Both of them felt a little tired, but their hearts were full of satisfaction.

"Are you tired?" Qian Renxue asked softly, with a hint of concern in her tone, which was in sharp contrast to her usual coldness and arrogance.

Tang San smiled slightly and shook his head: "Fortunately, it just consumed some soul power." He looked up at the bright moon in the sky, with a flash of appreciation in his eyes, "The moonlight tonight is so beautiful."

Qian Renxue also looked up at the moon. The full moon was like a silver plate hanging on the sky, casting a soft glow. Her face looked especially gentle under the moonlight, and her originally sharp eyes also became gentle.

"Yes, it's beautiful." Qian Renxue responded softly, with a rare softness in her voice.

The two were silent for a moment, enjoying this rare moment of peace.

Tang San turned his head to look at Qian Renxue. She looked even more beautiful under the moonlight. Her golden hair was like a waterfall, her skin was as white as snow, and her whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of faint silver light. She was so beautiful that she didn't seem to be of this world.

Qian Renxue seemed to sense Tang San's gaze and turned around to meet his eyes.

The two people's eyes met in the air, and for a moment, it seemed that countless emotions were flowing silently.

"Brother Tang San, you did well too," Qian Renxue said with a slightly raised corner of her mouth, in a teasing tone, "I didn't expect our martial spirit fusion skills to be so powerful."

When Tang San heard the word "brother", a hint of helplessness flashed across his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by tenderness.

He smiled and responded: "Yes, our martial soul fusion technique must be the strongest in the world."

As he said that, he boldly stretched out his hand and gently held Qian Renxue's hand. Qian Renxue was slightly stunned, but did not pull her hand back. Instead, she let Tang San hold it. For her, who was always aloof, this was already a huge concession.

Tang San's hands were warm and powerful, holding Qian Renxue's hands, making her feel strangely at ease. Her cheeks flushed slightly, but it was not obvious under the moonlight.

"I didn't expect that our martial spirits could be integrated so perfectly," Tang San said softly, his eyes flashing with thought, "The Blue Silver Emperor and the Seraph, seemingly unrelated, can produce such a powerful force."

Qian Renxue nodded, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes: "Yeah, I didn't expect that either. The martial soul fusion technique requires a high degree of compatibility between the martial souls of the two people, and also requires a special emotional connection between the two people."

When she said the words "emotional connection", her voice dropped slightly and her eyes became a little vague.

Tang San caught this detail, a sly look flashed in his eyes, and he deliberately asked: "What kind of emotional connection?"

Qian Renxue felt a little embarrassed by the question, and a rare hint of shyness appeared on her usually cold and arrogant face, like a bud about to bloom, so beautiful that it was intoxicating.

She coughed lightly, trying to hide her embarrassment: "Uh... well... generally speaking, martial soul fusion skills require a deep bond between two people, such as... for example..."

She stammered and couldn't go on, her eyes drifting into the distance, deliberately avoiding Tang San's gaze.

When Tang San looked at Qian Renxue like this, a warm feeling surged in his heart. Qian Renxue, who was usually cold and arrogant, showed such a lovely side at this moment, which made him feel particularly precious.