Ch 80: Kill… Them All
Though his words sounded annoyed, his grip around her was gentle, steady, and unwilling to let go.
Du Yue tried to look offended, but the act barely lasted a second before she burst into soft giggles.
“Husband, how can you say something like that… hehehe…”
Before Su Wen could react, she gently but firmly pushed him back onto the ground. Leaning over him, she cupped his face with both hands, forcing him to look straight into her eyes.
For a brief moment, she simply stared at him.
Then her smile slowly turned playful and slightly sinister, sending a chill down Su Wen’s spine.
She dropped her full weight onto him in a completely carefree manner and leaned down, pressing her lips against his. Like a hungry little wolf, she greedily drank in all the warmth and sweetness, her eyes losing focus as she immersed herself in the moment.
She bit his lower lip hard, her teeth pressing just enough to make him shiver, and began sucking, greedily drawing in the rich, warm taste.
Su Wen could only sigh and let her do as she wished, feeling both helpless and captivated.
He gradually lost himself in the calming sensation form the kiss, which instantly refreshed his soul, body, and spirit. All the exhaustion from earlier vanished, as if it had never existed.
All the cultivators surrounding them stared blankly, completely dumbfounded. They had never expected the scene to turn so… intimate. The domineering young master, who moments ago had terrified everyone, was now being taken advantage of like a helpless lamb right in front of them.
Suddenly, one of the Peak Foundation Establishment cultivators made a decision. He didn’t draw his sword to fight… instead, he turned around, leapt onto it, and fled with all his might, as if every heartbeat determined whether he would live or die.
He had already covered a great distance when, barely two seconds later, a sword wrapped in sharp Sword Qi, shining like a streak of light, pierced straight through the back of his head. His body fell from the flying sword like a broken puppet, crashing lifelessly to the ground.
After the kiss, Du Yue slowly licked her lips, the faint trace of red nectar still lingering on them, and smiled in quiet satisfaction. She then looked at Su Wen’s stiff, helpless expression and tilted her head shyly.
Su Wen could only sigh. It wasn’t as if he could do anything to stop being taken advantage of.
Suddenly, both of them glanced briefly in the direction where the cultivator had just fled… then turned back to look into each other’s eyes again.
“Kill…” Su Wen said calmly.
Yet Du Yue did not miss the chilling coldness hidden within his gaze.
That look stirred something deep inside her… something dark, sharp, and absolute. As if responding to a heavenly mandate, she followed his will without hesitation.
She instinctively drew her Grade 2 sword and sent it flying toward the cultivator who had just escaped.
The sword shot forth like an arrow, leaving behind a white, crystalline trail of frost in its wake. With her current cultivation… both spiritual and soul… her control had reached a terrifying level.
In the blink of an eye, the sword caught up to the cultivator and pierced straight through his head, then returned without hesitation, hovering quietly beside her. Its edge was faintly stained red for an instant before it cleared again, as if nothing had happened at all.
The remaining ten cultivators felt their courage crumble. Their faces drained of all colours, cold sweat soaking their backs as their legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
“Y-You bastard! You lied to us! You’re not from the Great Eastern Sect!” one of the leaders shouted, his voice shaking.
“You… you tricked us!” a Mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator yelled in panic.
“There is no senior here at all!” another leader roared.
“Run! Everyone run! She’s already broken through to Golden Core… we’re no match for her!”
Before any of them could act, Su Wen’s cold voice echoed in their ears.
He was still lying on the ground with Du Yue on top of him, yet his eyes were dark, calm, and terrifyingly indifferent.
“If it were anything else,” he said slowly, “I wouldn’t really care about you…”
He paused, letting the words hang in the air.“But…”His eyes darkened, empty and cold like the void itself.
“Your ill intentions toward my wife sealed your fate.”
He lowered his eyes to the dumb wife in his arms, and his voice instantly softened.
“Kill… them all.”
Du Yue’s blue eyes trembled slightly. Then her lips curved into a faint, dangerous smile.
She leaned down and kissed him softly, her lips brushing against his in a slow, lingering kiss filled with both affection and madness.
Su Wen closed his eyes, no longer caring about anything else, and wrapped his arms tightly around her.
Du Yue was still immersed in the kiss… yet her sword suddenly hummed.
Grade 3 Sword Intent burst forth.
The sword pointed at one of the Mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators and shot out like a bullet.
The cultivator didn’t even have time to properly see it.
He only caught a glimpse of a white blur… Then his forehead was pierced.
In the next instant, frost spread across his head, turning it into crystal ice. His vision went dark before he could even understand what had happened.
All ten cultivators scattered like terrified mosquitoes, screaming as they fled in different directions.
Du Yue didn’t even bother to release her full aura. As a Golden Core cultivator, that alone was enough to freeze them in place… yet she chose not to.
Her sword, however, moved.
It glided through the air like a fish in water.
The Grade 2 sword shot upward, spinning lightly before splitting into cold afterimages. It became a flash of flowing light… graceful, silent, and merciless.
The first cultivator was pierced through the back before he could even mount his flying sword.
The second had his throat sealed by a thin line of frost before a scream could escape.
The third raised his weapon in panic, only to watch his arm shatter into ice before the blade passed cleanly through his chest.
White frost trails crisscrossed the battlefield like blooming snowflowers.
Each time the sword changed direction; another life vanished.
Some were struck through the head.
Some through the heart.
Some were frozen mid-step, their expressions forever locked in terror before shattering into scattered ice fragments.
Not a single scream lasted longer than a breath.
Within only a few seconds, ten corpses lay scattered across the area… pierced, frozen, or cleanly severed.
Finally, the sword slowed, circled once in the air, and returned quietly to hover beside them.
Its blade shimmered faintly with melting frost, spotless and pure…as if it had never tasted blood at all.
Du Yue was still kissing Su Wen, who was silently questioning his life choices.
To her, the massacre meant nothing.
It was as if she had merely brushed away a few annoying insects.