"Pfft!"

Amid Yin Duxing's terror, Feng Wu once again swung her blade, severing both his arms.

"Kill me, just kill me!"

Yin Duxing cried from the torture, the madness in Feng Wu's demeanor causing his soul to tremble.

However, as a formidable hall-level fighter, his life force was strong; even with his limbs chopped off, he would not faint but instead feel this pain even more acutely.

Yin Duxing deeply regretted provoking Feng Wu; this woman was too ruthless!

"Kill you?"

Feng Wu's vitality was fading, her face growing paler, but her smile was extremely vicious.

"Slash!" Feng Wu sliced open Yin Duxing's chest. "Tell me, does it hurt?"

"..."

Under such a brutal assault, Yin Duxing no longer looked human, his consciousness drifting; even if it hurt, he couldn't verbalize it.

Moreover, with his limbs chopped off and a massive cut across his body, how could he not be in pain?

"When you betrayed me, you should have foreseen this day, you scum!"

After torturing Yin Duxing, Feng Wu spat on his face, finally feeling a sense of vindication.

"Boom!"

Ye Chen suddenly took action, blasting Yin Duxing into nothingness. The sight was so breathtaking that he dared not look.

"Ye Chen, you just said I was beyond help, I feel the same way too!"

Feng Wu watched as Yin Duxing turned to ash, her emotions gradually calming down, no longer as capricious as before.

However, Feng Wu was in dire straits; her vitality was disappearing, her soul power weakening. She might not survive the hour.

"..."

Qin Yan stood quietly in the distance, not intruding on them, focusing on being an observer.

From the outburst of the fight to its conclusion, Qin Yan had remained calm without making any moves.

While Yin Duxing was oppressing Feng Wu, Qin Yan had the power to stop this, but she didn't... She wanted to leave the chance to save Feng Wu to Ye Chen.

Feng Wu's life force was fading, but Ye Chen possessed the Dual Cultivation technique, which might allow her to recover.

However, for Feng Wu to be reborn, she would have to pay a tremendous price: to become Ye Chen's woman.

Qin Yan was unsure how Feng Wu would choose; she did not want to intervene. She just wanted to be a bystander.

"Feng Wu, do you want to die?" Ye Chen asked suddenly.

"What a silly question, do you want to die?" Feng Wu, growing weaker, snapped back.

"I don't want to die!" Ye Chen said. "I know, you don't want to either!"

"Yin Duxing shattered my heart meridian, severing my life force; my soul is weakening, not even a Saint could save me!"

"Even if I don't want to die, what can I do?"

It must be said, people often gain deep insights just before death, and Feng Wu was becoming enlightened.

"Your situation is tricky, but it's not hopeless," Ye Chen murmured.

"What hope?" Feng Wu's dull eyes suddenly sparked with life.

Life and death are terrifying affairs. Even a Saint fears death, and Feng Wu was no exception.

Only when facing death does one realize the beauty of life, and this was exactly how Feng Wu felt now.

Feng Wu was in the prime of her life; she truly did not want to die and desired to live more than anyone else.

"Feng Wu, I practice a technique called the Invincible Skill, which can bring someone back from death. Would you like to try it?" Ye Chen inquired.

"Willing!"

Feng Wu did not hesitate; after all, she was going to die, so what did she have to lose by trying?

"..."

Seeing how straightforward Feng Wu's answer was, Ye Chen felt slightly embarrassed to continue.

"What's wrong?" Feng Wu asked, confused. "Is there a difficulty in performing this technique?"

"No!" Ye Chen shook his head.

"I get it, you still resent me!" Feng Wu said with a miserable smile.

Feng Wu had been like a woman possessed, biting at everyone she saw, and Ye Chen was among those she had bitten.

"I'm not holding a grudge against you, it's just that to perform this technique, you need to pay a certain price!" Ye Chen hesitated.

"I understand!" Feng Wu said. "No matter what, I'm willing because nothing is more terrifying than death!"

Feng Wu's vitality was fading, a unprecedented weakness enveloping her, already feeling her soul dispersing.

In this state, what couldn't she let go of, what couldn't she give?

"Alright."

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