Yang Tian did not possess the energy of righteous awe.
Absolute power… Yang Tian had it!
"The winds and clouds of the Nine Heavens gather, you have no worries while I still live!"
Yang Tian shouted in a concentrated voice, and the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sword in his hand trembled with a dragon's roar.
Two supreme defences condensed before Yang Tian. But could these two moves block the judgment?
Qian Renxue stared blankly in the direction shrouded by the power of judgment, and when she heard Yang Tian's roar, her heart suddenly ached.
"No, don't." Qian Renxue shook her head slightly, reaching out to retract the power of judgment. But how could it be retracted?
"I…" Qian Renxue's face turned extremely pale; she had… impulsively unleashed the power of judgment.
"The winds and clouds of the Nine Heavens gather, you have no worries while I still live…"
Yang Tian's shout echoed in her ears. Was this his Spirit Ability? Was it a defensive Spirit Ability? It had to block it…
Qian Renxue watched anxiously as the direction enveloped by endless light, praying that Yang Tian would definitely block the power of judgment.
Unconsciously, a crystal tear slipped from Qian Renxue's eye, but she seemed unaware.
"It must, it must block it." Qian Renxue's eyes shimmered with tears, her teeth bit her red lips, nervously watching Yang Tian's direction.
However, when the light dissipated, all that met her eyes was emptiness, with only a few tattered cloths blown by the breeze, then slowly drifting down.
"No, impossible!" Qian Renxue shook her head in disbelief; he was so strong, how could he not block it!
Qian Renxue walked step by step towards the empty space, her pace quickening.
Until… until a completely black sword with intricate patterns appeared before her.
"This is…" Qian Renxue's face was ashen, her jade hand trembling as she reached for the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sword.
She gently stroked the hilt of the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sword; his warmth still lingered there.
"Only left one…" Qian Renxue's hand suddenly paused, then she fiercely gripped the hilt of the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sword. She, who had been saddened by Yang Tian's 'death', immediately became angry and ashamed.
She had been tricked again!
How could a Spirit still exist if the person died!
A figure suddenly appeared, Yang Tian stood smiling before Qian Renxue, looking at her mischievously: "Beauty, you cried."
Qian Renxue's silver teeth ground audibly, her beautiful eyes fixed on Yang Tian: "Swordsman!!"
Qian Renxue's hand trembled, not from excitement, but from anger!
She had been tricked again! And she, uncharacteristically, shed tears for him. Most importantly, he caught her crying red-handed.
And looking at Yang Tian, besides his sleeves being a little torn, where else had he suffered any loss?
That face… truly despicable!!!!
Qian Renxue was on the verge of a breakdown. She regretted it; she shouldn't have challenged this scoundrel for no reason. This person was too despicable, too shameless, too much of a scoundrel!!
Qian Renxue, who had never cursed anyone, used every word she could think of to curse Yang Tian thoroughly in her mind.
But Yang Tian, with a grin, leaned his face closer: "Still want to fight?"
"Fight! I haven't lost yet!" Qian Renxue's Spirit had already retreated. She directly raised the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sword in her hand and thrust it towards Yang Tian.
However, how could Yang Tian be hurt by his own sword?
Yang Tian lightly extended two fingers, clamped the blade, and with a slight force, retrieved the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sword.
"Still want to fight?"
"Fight!" How could Qian Renxue say no? Not fighting would be equivalent to admitting defeat, wouldn't it?
Fists rained down like a deluge, and Yang Tian casually fended them off.
"You have no spirit power left, and you still want to fight?"
"Of course I'll fight, unless you admit defeat!"
"That won't do. Only you can admit defeat. If you admit defeat, I'll let you go." Yang Tian still had a mission, which was twenty brave-level thieving tickets.
Maybe with a bit of luck, he'd hit the jackpot!
"Then let's keep fighting!" Qian Renxue's face was cold. She now wished she could flay Yang Tian alive, then… then put him back together, and flay him alive again.
Yang Tian was speechless, then with a few quick moves, he locked Qian Renxue's hands, then pressed close, pinning Qian Renxue against a thick tree trunk. At the same time, he said with a fierce expression: "Quickly admit defeat! Otherwise, I'll resort to coercive measures."
At this moment, their faces were inches apart, and Yang Tian's warm breath could even be felt on Qian Renxue's face.
Qian Renxue's face flushed crimson, but with little spirit power and her Spirit not manifested, how could she break free from Yang Tian's restraint?
"I just won't admit defeat!" Qian Renxue glared at Yang Tian, just staring at him intently. If she couldn't resist, then she wouldn't resist. Anyway, if she didn't admit defeat, what could he do to her?
Yang Tian's eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous light flashing within them, then he said coldly: "I still remember you saying I couldn't do it!
Want to try?"
"You dare!" Qian Renxue's eyes widened, then she seemed to feel that her answer lacked power, so she immediately said: "You dare! Then try it!"
"Try it? Alright." Yang Tian smirked; what he liked most was dealing with all kinds of defiance.
Ning Rongrong, that little demoness, was too disappointing; after one fight, she seemed to soften, with no sense of accomplishment.
Qian Renxue… hopefully she could last a little longer.
Seeing Yang Tian's chilling and wicked smile, Qian Renxue's heart fluttered, then she asked coldly: "You, what do you want to do?"
"Guess what I want to do? Tsk tsk tsk, this face, this bosom… this waist… these legs… this skin…"
Yang Tian's fingertips slid down little by little. Qian Renxue's body stiffened, then she mocked: "Is that all you can do? Didn't you say if you can't beat them into submission, you'll sleep them into submission? Why is it only this much?"
Qian Renxue's snowy neck tilted slightly upwards; she was certain Yang Tian was just trying to scare her.
However, Yang Tian's next action made her tense up again.
Yang Tian's face slowly approached hers, and his body was almost pressed against hers.
Qian Renxue stood up straight, her expression tense, trying her best not to make contact with Yang Tian.
But, behind her was a big tree.
"You… what do you want to do—mmph~"
Qian Renxue felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her delicate body stiff, her beautiful eyes filled with chaos…
And just then, a sharp shout suddenly came from afar: "Boy, let go of my young lady!"
A gaunt old man with cold, sharp eyes flew over.
Qian Renxue was startled awake and began to resist violently.
However, her hands were tightly locked by one of Yang Tian's hands, and her waist was also held by Yang Tian. No matter how she struggled, her red lips were firmly sealed by Yang Tian.
"Wuwu~"
Qian Renxue's face was flushed with shame; she had actually been forcibly kissed by this scoundrel, and that was her first kiss!—
Crucially, Snake Lance Douluo was nearby…
This was normal. Although Qian Renxue didn't want Snake Lance Douluo to show up, Snake Lance Douluo was a Titled Douluo responsible for Qian Renxue's safety.
How could he be too far from Qian Renxue?
"Boy, still not letting go of the young lady!" Snake Lance Douluo's face was grim. This boy actually dared to bully the young lady right in front of him.