Chapter 32: If Not You Die, Then I Die

Given Situ Nan’s nature, not only would he not truly let Lei Qing take the first share of the soup, he wouldn’t even let him drink the second share. After all, while he was enjoying himself, it was impossible for him to leave a hostile young man watching eagerly from the side. Unless he had a special hobby of letting others watch him, he would use means to restrain Lei Qing. Otherwise, he would mostly just kill Lei Qing directly to end it all.

At this moment, Lei Qing seemed to be enjoying himself, but in reality, his entire body was tense, ready to leap up and kill at any moment. Sensing that Situ Nan had walked over with ill intent, he continued to whisper in Leng Yuewu’s ear: “Senior Leng, calm down, get ready!”

To stimulate Situ Nan’s rationality and lower his guard once more, Lei Qing put on a wicked, lecherous smile and shouted arrogantly: “Little Leng, let your Young Master Lei check first what difference there is between the Ice Sword Saint’s jade body and that of other women!”

As he spoke, his thieving hand reached out in a wretched manner toward Leng Yuewu’s soft chest.

Situan Nan was irritated by these words, thinking angrily, “You little brat, you’re really addicted to playing? I haven’t checked yet, is it your turn? The reason I endured before was to let this kid test if Leng Yuewu still had the ability to resist.”

Now it seemed that the Ice Sword Saint Leng Yuewu was truly done for. Otherwise, given her temper, nature, status, and position, she would never allow such a kid to molest and humiliate her without erupting to kill him.

In fact, Situ Nan was ugly in appearance and dark and twisted in psychology. In his life, relying on evil means, he had indeed plucked many flowers and ruined many good women. But having said that, in his life, he had never truly understood a woman’s heart, nor had he ever been favored or loved by a woman. How could he truly understand how a woman’s mind works? Even less could he understand what was in Leng Yuewu’s heart.

In fact, if someone as vulgar and ugly as Situ Nan, who inspired disgust at a glance, were to execute Lei Qing’s plan, even if Leng Yuewu understood it was to join forces to kill the enemy, she would never have wronged herself like this, let alone cooperate without much resistance in her heart. On the contrary, under the invasion of the aphrodisiac poison, she seemed to vaguely enjoy this feeling immensely.

This was probably something not only Situ Nan couldn’t figure out, but Lei Qing couldn’t imagine either.

Lei Qing’s outrageous actions seemed to touch Situ Nan’s bottom line. Originally, he had been dragging a crippled leg, coming over somewhat slowly. Seeing this, Situ Nan rushed over quickly, his face ferocious as he grabbed at Lei Qing, thinking to himself, “Kid, your mission is done, now die for me.”

In Situ Nan’s imagination, with his Holy Rank strength, killing a defenseless High-stage Bronze kid was as easy as crushing an ant. Unexpectedly, just as his hand was about to grab Lei Qing’s back, Lei Qing suddenly erupted.

Having long used Leng Yuewu’s body as cover, his hand secretly pressed against his waist now suddenly gripped the sword hilt.

“Clang!”

The Qingfeng Sword left its sheath. Lei Qing spun and burst up. The first move of the Lei Family War Tactic, Lightning Flash and Thunder Clap, was executed to the extreme in this life-or-death situation. In an instant, the Qingfeng Sword exploded like brilliant fireworks, with seventeen or eighteen sharp edges flashing with cold light, mixed with sizzling lightning intent, enveloping Situ Nan within. Rays of thunderous sword light stabbed rapidly toward his vital points.

If it were an ordinary expert, in such a situation, they would probably be killed on the spot by Lei Qing’s sword move. However, what kind of person was Situ Nan?

Although this man was lustful, despicable, and shameless, he was a proper Holy Rank assassin. Throughout his life, apart from his hobby of plucking flowers, he had been diligently cultivating to increase his strength. In his wretched yet powerful life, he had experienced countless battles, big and small. His combat experience was far beyond what a rookie like Lei Qing, who had just started out, could compare to.

He had experienced life-and-death moments where he fought for his life countless times in his life.

Even though he was calculated against by Lei Qing this time and really didn’t expect the pretty boy he looked down on to dare to suddenly erupt and resist at this moment, his incredibly rich combat experience had long since turned into instinct, branded into his body.

Under these circumstances, his instinctive reaction was not to retreat but to advance, lunging forward. After forcefully taking Lei Qing’s sword, his muscles clamped down, trapping the Qingfeng Sword. Thus, the fancy sky-full of sword shadows vanished without a trace. His withered, calloused claw, amidst his rage and ferocious grin, grabbed toward Lei Qing’s heart. If this grab landed, it would likely pierce the chest cavity, and the heart would be ripped out and crushed.

Lei Qing felt a surge of coldness in his heart, a shiver running up from his tailbone. He abandoned his sword and fell backward, while the Heavenly Thunder Fighting Qi throughout his body operated violently, turning into majestic explosive power that surged into his left hand.

“Boom!”

Spring thunder flashed, the rumbling sound numbing people’s ears. The lightning-like white light was also dazzling, causing Situ Nan to close his eyes slightly, and his claw grazed past Lei Qing’s chest.

Lei Qing hurriedly performed a lazy donkey roll, dodging Situ Nan’s downward claw.

Even under a sneak attack, in just two or three exchanges, Lei Qing was forced into a wretched state. A Holy Rank powerhouse was indeed terrifying to the extreme. However, Lei Qing was not fighting alone. Leng Yuewu, with spring seeming to appear in her eyes and red tides on her cheeks like smoke, had been using her Ice Fighting Qi to suppress the two toxins. Suddenly, that Qi ignited within her body. Her Fighting Qi was so pure and vast; even burning a little, the power erupted was extremely terrifying.

She transported her Fighting Qi to her palm. Taking advantage of the moment Situ Nan’s attention was entirely on Lei Qing, she silently slapped her palm toward Situ Nan’s lower abdomen.

Situan Nan suddenly felt a chill invade him. Seeing this, his soul flew away in fright, and he could no longer bother chasing that annoying kid Lei Qing. His figure hurriedly retreated backward. That Leng Yuewu still had the strength to act was no joking matter. Compared to the threat Leng Yuewu posed, that High-stage Bronze kid was merely an itchy skin disease.

But Situ Nan forgot that one of his legs was still lame, and the troublesome Ice Fighting Qi inside was still tormenting him. The speed of this retreat was a beat slower than he had expected. The palm, mixed with thick Ice Fighting Qi, landed squarely on his lower abdomen.

Such a solid palm strike shattered more than half of Situ Nan’s internal organs and meridians in the nearby area. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and flew backward.

Lei Qing was overjoyed at the sight. The Ice Sword Saint was indeed worthy of being the Ice Sword Saint; under such circumstances, she could still deliver such a powerful palm strike. Immediately, he flipped up with exceptional agility, picked up Leng Yuewu’s Ice Soul Sword, and shouted with high fighting spirit: “Senior Leng, let’s make another effort together and kill this lecher Situ Nan.”

But what made Lei Qing feel cold all over was that after delivering this palm, Leng Yuewu’s face flushed red, and she collapsed to the ground, fainting.

After being hit in the lower abdomen by Leng Yuewu’s palm, many of Situ Nan’s internal organs were ruptured. Theoretically, his life force was cut off, and he was undoubtedly dead. However, he was a Holy Rank powerhouse after all; his physique and vitality were far beyond what an ordinary person could compare to. Supported by the majestic Nether Fighting Qi in his body, he would not die for a while.

Knowing that he couldn’t hold on for long, Situ Nan went berserk. He stared at Lei Qing with hatred and ferocity, like a wounded peerless beast, and roamed grimly: “Kid, you are ruthless enough. Even if I die, I’ll drag you down with me.”

Lei Qing, bare-chested and holding the Ice Soul Sword, looked at Situ Nan’s terrifying, man-eating appearance. Coupled with Leng Yuewu lying prone on the ground, unable to fight anymore, a feeling of being screwed over arose in his heart.

But some people are just like that; the more desperate the situation, the more potential they can burst out. Under the coercion of death, Lei Qing’s mind became exceptionally clear. He stared dead at Situ Nan. If not you die, then I die.

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