"Tang Huan, Tang Huan..."
As she muttered this name, the shock in Mo Wuyun's beautiful eyes gradually disappeared. Then, waves of splendor appeared, and her brows were filled with interest, "Tang Huan, I still underestimated you. This time, you have won, but next time, you won't have the chance."
"Oh? Why do you say that?
With a cold snort, Mo Wuyun turned around and was about to leave when a familiar voice abruptly entered her ears. There seemed to be some ridicule in her tone.
"Tang Huan!"
Mo Wuyun's heart skipped a beat. The moment these two characters appeared in her mind, her body was about to explosively shoot forward.
However, just as she moved her feet, a claw landed on her shoulder. In an instant, a strange and enormous force invaded her body, just like that day at the Phecda Pill Pavilion.
After a short moment of surprise, Mo Wuyun immediately calmed down.
Although she admitted that Tang Huan was extremely strong, she also felt that her carelessness and carelessness were also an important factor in being easily controlled by Tang Huan that day.
As a result, the moment the claw landed on her shoulder, she mobilized all of the Sky Origin Stage in her body. Like raging waves, she roared towards the energy that had invaded her body, as if she wanted to completely destroy it. But in the next moment, Mo Wuyun couldn't help but be stunned.
She suddenly realised that the power that Tang Huan had used this time actually contained the meaning of primal chaos.
This power was not only tyrannical, but also strange. In an instant, it passed through the layers of her boundless Sky Origin Stage and directly reached the depths of her Dantian.
Thus, in the blink of an eye, Mo Wuyun was once again imprisoned.
With just a slight movement of the claw, Mo Wuyun uncontrollably retreated backwards. At the same time, her delicate body spun around, and following that, a handsome face entered her line of sight. It was Tang Huan, who she had hated for a few days, with a smile between her brows, full of ridicule.
"I really didn't expect that we would meet so soon, and in such a place at that."
Tang Huan sized up Mo Wuyun with a smile. Although she was still wearing a red dress, it was even more compact than when they first met. Under the wrapping of this red dress, her graceful curves were completely revealed. Her already exquisite and delicate body became even more perfect.
"Tang Huan!"
Mo Hanyun stared fiercely at Tang Huan with her beautiful eyes, and said while gritting her teeth, "What do you want?"
"That's what I wanted to ask you." Tang Huan's eyes were filled with ink as he smiled indifferently, "Miss Mo, today's matter should be your doing, right?"
"What a joke."
Mo Wuyun sneered, "You offended the Desolate God Palace yourself. Now, the Desolate God Palace has invited many Heavenly Kings of Mystic Du Tian to cause trouble for you. What does that have to do with me?"
Those dozen or so Heavenly Kings had indeed come because they had been invited by him to help. However, it was very difficult to find evidence for this kind of thing, so there was no need for her to admit it.
"I knew you would say that."
Tang Huan laughed, he was not angry, but nodded and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, regardless of whether it's your doing or not, I will treat it as your doing."
"Tang Huan, you …"
Mo Hanyun was so angry that her beautiful face turned red. She never thought that Tang Huan would be so unreasonable.
But without waiting for her to finish speaking, Tang Huan's face darkened: "Miss Mo, there is a limit to my patience and restraint. Have you ever thought about the consequences of tormenting me like this time and time again?"
"Consequences?"
Mo Wuyun simply stopped trying to explain, she only stared at Tang Huan with disdain, and sneered: "Tang Huan, could it be that you still dare to kill this Pavilion Master?"
"So fearless?"
Tang Huan laughed out loud, "Looks like you must have a Mind Stigma, or even a wisp of your soul sealed in the xuanji Pill House. Even if you die, there is still a way to let the people of the sect know who killed you. Furthermore, you can use that wisp of soul to reform your body and revive from the dead."
"It's good that you know." Mo Wuyun coldly snorted. She was a Disciples of the "Phecda Pill Sect", so she was indeed not worried that she would be killed in the next thirty-six days.
"Mo Wuyun, aren't you feeling too good about yourself?" Tang Huan smiled indifferently, "If I really want to kill you, why would I need to do it myself? I only need to cripple your cultivation and find a random Marquis of Heaven or even the Celestial Phenomenon Realm to take your life. In the future, the only murderer that your xuanji Pill Pavilion will be able to find is him. If I kill the person who killed you, the xuanji Pill Pavilion won't even be able to find the murderer, and even if you die, you will have died in vain. "
"You …"
Mo Wuyun's expression changed greatly as her beautiful face became unsettled.
If Tang Huan really did as he said, then the chances of the xuanji Pill Sect finding him, the real culprit, was indeed very slim. Of course, she could indeed use the sliver of soul sealed within the sect to reconstruct her physical body. She wouldn't really die, but after she came back to life, her strength would definitely drop greatly. If she wanted to recover to her current state, it would be impossible without at least one or two hundred years of time.
"It's just that you're lucky to find someone to kill you."
Seeing her expression, Tang Huan smiled again, "If I was in a bad mood, you might not have such luck. For a beauty like you, if your cultivation is crippled and you are thrown into a group of strong men, do you know what will happen next? "
"Tang Huan, you …"
Mo Wuyun's charming face turned somewhat pale, and her eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of fear. But soon after, her eyes seemed to spit fire, and an incomparably majestic anger seemed to surge and churn within her chest. Ever since she was young, she had never been threatened like this before.
"You can do it once or twice, but not thrice. Remember, this is the last time I'll let you go."
Tang Huan's eyes became focused, and her gaze instantly became incomparably sharp, as though a sharp blade had pierced into the depths of Mo Wuyun's soul.
In that instant, the curse that had rushed to Mo Wuyun's throat was forcefully swallowed back down, and her consciousness became absent-minded. In her line of sight, the gigantic object that was shaped like a cobblestone that had heavily injured Hua Tian Chi and more than ten Heavenly Kings appeared once again, rumbling as it crushed towards her.
That terrifying pressure seemed to have pressed Mo Wuyun into a bottomless abyss.
She desperately wanted to escape, but her entire body was unable to move. She could only watch helplessly as the enormous creature rapidly approached. She could even smell the scent of death, and that scent was becoming stronger and stronger. Despair involuntarily rose from the bottom of her heart.
"Ahhh —"
A sharp scream suddenly burst forth, and Mo Wuyun suddenly woke up, only to discover that she was not dead, but was still floating high up in the sky. The enormous object that shocked her did not appear, and even Tang Huan's figure had disappeared, and her body had already regained its freedom.
At this moment, she felt the joy and excitement of surviving a calamity.
A chill assaulted her, and Mo Wuyun suddenly felt as if she had just been fished out of a pool of water. Her entire body was drenched in sweat. Her dress stuck tightly to her skin, and the graceful parts of her delicate body could be seen for all to see. This made her feel extremely ashamed and angry, and she almost squeezed out a string of notes from between her teeth:
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