Queen of Ten Thousand Demons Insists on Marrying Me - Chapter 49.2

There was a trace of fresh blood at the corner of her mouth, and her originally fair and delicate cheeks were also stained with flecks of blood. Her silver-white long hair scattered with the wind, like a pouring galaxy.

“Tantai Jing, I advise you not to struggle anymore. Quickly surrender, and you might still end up imprisoned in the Demon Lock Tower. If you insist on being so stubborn, don’t blame me for showing no mercy.”

The speaker was Yin Leyu, the elder who taught magical arts at Yaoxia Palace. Before Tantai Jing’s identity was exposed, she had been quite favored by this elder due to her natural talent.

Tantai Jing had been deeply caught in the array for half a day. Her half-demon identity severely restricted her within the Demon Lock Tower. Her body was already at its limit, and she feared she would perish in less than half an hour.

“What is the difference between being trapped in the Demon Lock Tower and dying? It’s merely a difference between an early death and a late death.”

She appeared calm and confident on the surface, but she was actually extremely anxious.

She knew Yan Gengshen would attack the Demon Lock Tower today. Although she had no affection for the Yaoxia Palace disciples in the past, she feared that if any of Lu Xiaoxiao’s friends died among the Yaoxia Palace casualties, it would sever their current relationship. Thus, before entering the Demon Lock Tower, she had still rung the warning bell of Yaoxia Palace.

Now, she regretted her indecisiveness, wondering if the people Yan Gengshen brought could truly defeat Wan Xuan’er and her four protectors.

“Stop wasting words on her. The Demon Clan is attacking Yaoxia Palace outside. We’ve wasted too much time on her,” an elder urged Yin Leyu.

Yin Leyu’s voice turned cold: “Since you are so obstinate and incorrigible, don’t blame us for no longer showing you mercy!”

After she spoke, the twelve elders focused their spiritual power into their palms and struck the ground. Array patterns began to emerge from the centers of their palms, slowly spreading, finally transforming into lifelike golden statues of Buddha.

These golden statues of Buddha varied in size but all radiated an air of solemn majesty. They were layered one upon another, rising from the ground to the sky, forming a golden purgatory that trapped Tantai Jing in the center.

Each Buddha statue had slightly closed eyes and a benevolent face. Chanting in unison, a low, deep sound of scripture recitation echoed in the air.

“Ah…”

Tantai Jing, at the center of the great array, let out a cry of pain. Her face, which was usually so calm, was now almost contorted, and her eyes shed tears mixed with blood that dripped onto the sunflower-covered ground beneath her feet.

In this moment of life and death, Tantai Jing’s spiritual power within her body was gradually stimulated to its extreme.

With a flip of her wrist, Gui Chen, mixed with scorching flames, shot out like an agile fire dragon, tearing through the sky and sweeping toward the sky-filling golden Buddha statues.

The statues seemed to sense the threat from Gui Chen. The chanting became more urgent, and the golden light intensified. They appeared to be activated, flying toward Tantai Jing and releasing an even stronger suppressive aura.

Ten Buddhas…

One hundred Buddhas…

Gui Chen deftly parried with the Buddhas, searching for an opportunity to break the array. Fire and Buddha light intertwined, colliding with deafening roars. The entire space seemed to tremble, and even the world changed color.

At this point, eight elders outside the array could no longer bear it. They spat out their natal essence blood and were sent flying backward. This battle was one that killed a thousand enemies but cost them eight hundred of their own.

The remaining elders endured, each using secret methods to boost their cultivation to the late Tribulation Crossing stage.

Even if they managed to kill Tantai Jing, the remaining six elders’ cultivation would likely drop to the Golden Core stage, not to mention the eight severely wounded elders.

At this time, over a thousand Buddhas attacked simultaneously…

Finally, Tantai Jing’s weak figure fell into the golden sea below, surrounded by the myriad golden Buddhas.

Tantai Jing’s empty eyes looked up at the sky.

She knew this world was within the Demon Lock Tower…

She knew this world was the cage that imprisoned her…

She knew this world was the closest she had gotten to her goal, bought with ten years of her life…

Yet, she felt so familiar and close to it, only because Lu Xiaoxiao had once lain side-by-side with her in the flower sea below, looking up at this void blue sky.

Thankfully…

Thankfully Lu Xiaoxiao didn’t venture into danger with her. She had sensed the anomaly in Yaoxia Palace early on, but this was her last chance, and she had to come.

Thankfully she had set up a barrier for Lu Xiaoxiao when she left this morning. Perhaps she was still dreaming.

Tantai Jing’s light and fragile figure fell helplessly through the air, like a magnolia flower struggling desperately in a storm, only to be relentlessly drenched by the merciless rain. Petals fell one by one, losing their former vibrancy and life.

The Buddha light from all directions converged, finally transforming into a colossal Buddha statue a thousand zhang high, majestic and awe-inspiring.

The face of this Buddha statue was both benevolent and dignified. It slowly stretched out its palm, which seemed capable of covering the sun, and mercilessly smashed it down upon the helpless Tantai Jing below, bringing an irresistible force of destruction.

She let her body fall downward and closed her eyes in despair, a single tear silently tracing a path from her eye.

Just then, a figure shot toward her like a nimble swift, at an incredible speed. It gently scooped her up from the abyss of despair and embraced her in a warm and firm hug.

Lu Xiaoxiao looked at Tantai Jing in her arms. There were still red marks on her neck from their intimate night yesterday. However, there was also a glaring red color on her pale skin, which was now flowing from the corner of her mouth. Her originally elegant black dress was soaked in a large amount of blood, turning it dark red.

As the blood from Tantai Jing’s lips fell into her eyes, Lu Xiaoxiao felt an unprecedented surge of fury. Her eyes seemed to be burning with fierce flames as she stared intently at the gigantic Buddha statue suspended in mid-air. The hand holding the Chaos Origin Sword trembled involuntarily. The tip of the sword vibrated slightly with her anger, emitting a low hum.

Tantai Jing clung to her warm embrace, almost unable to believe this was real, and subconsciously snuggled closer into the embrace, as if wanting to engrave this warmth forever in her heart.

However, the intense pain brought by the Buddha statue constantly reminded her that this place was fraught with danger.

Her tone was urgent and brooked no argument: “Who told you to come? Leave quickly! This is not where you should be!”

Lu Xiaoxiao’s heart was pierced by her words. Her face, which was already nearly distorted with anger, suddenly shed a tear.

“I told you, even if we descend into hell, I’ll go with you.”

After speaking, she could no longer suppress the overwhelming anger in her heart. Holding Tantai Jing with one arm, she held the sword toward the colossal Buddha statue suspended in the sky with the other.

“Xuantian Dawnbreaker!”

The Chaos Origin Sword also secretly transmitted a message to her: “This is too much! I will help you.”

Her body also emitted a golden light, but the color was purer than the Buddha’s in the sky, and even the Chaos Origin Sword turned a dazzling gold.

At the same time, a crimson sun slowly rose from behind them. The sun’s radiance and the golden light on Lu Xiaoxiao’s body shone against each other, magnificent and sacred. This sun was several times larger than when she first cast the spell, actually capable of rivaling the massive Buddha statue.

With the rising of the sun, a powerful pressure followed. This pressure, surging like a mountain torrent, swept toward the six elders of Yaoxia Palace.

Yin Leyu turned pale with fright: “Lu Xiaoxiao, how dare you! Palace Master Wan will not forgive you!”

Tantai Jing was shocked by the power of Lu Xiaoxiao’s sword technique. She also thought that if Lu Xiaoxiao killed the Yaoxia Palace elders, she would surely be hunted down by all the immortal sects later.

She couldn’t help but say, “Don’t!”

“Xiaoxiao, aim this move at the sky and break this world.”

Although she didn’t fully understand, Lu Xiaoxiao was unwilling to go against Tantai Jing’s wishes.

She glanced furiously at the elders lying on the ground, who were severely wounded.

Recalling her gaze, she pointed her sword at the vast sky. With an irresistible force, the crimson sun, wrapped around the massive sword phantom of the Chaos Origin Sword, soared upward, directly rushing into the sky.

With a deafening “rumble,” the blue sky, which was originally cloudless, gradually shattered under this single strike.

Outside the Demon Lock Tower, Wan Xuan’er was engaged in a fierce battle with Yan Gengshen, their figures moving rapidly in a flurry of light and shadow.

However, at that moment, Wan Xuan’er’s face suddenly turned ashen, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, as if she had suffered some unbearable blow.

At the same time, the Demon Lock Tower began to shake violently, as if a powerful force was raging within, struggling to break free from its confinement.

The demons inside the tower were terrified by the sudden tremor and scattered in panic, trying to find a safe refuge. But where could they flee within this enclosed tower?

Just then, a dazzling light suddenly erupted from within the Demon Lock Tower. This light rapidly spread, enveloping the entire tower. Immediately afterward, everyone was instantly teleported out, vanishing from inside the Demon Lock Tower.

Lu Xiaoxiao supported the severely wounded Tantai Jing to stand firm, then quickly took out a healing elixir for her to swallow.

She looked at Tantai Jing’s pale cheeks, her eyes red with concern: “How do you feel now?”

Tantai Jing reached out to wipe her tears and smiled, “I’m fine, don’t worry.”

“I see you’re not fine. You’re clearly severely wounded and hanging by a thread, my little Jing’er.”

A familiar, languid voice came from a distance.

The two looked up toward the source of the sound, only to see Yan Si Hong, dressed in purple, still holding that bone umbrella, walking gracefully toward them.

Lu Xiaoxiao and Tantai Jing exchanged glances, both seeing shock in the other’s eyes.

Yan Si Hong was not dead.

Lu Xiaoxiao’s spiritual power was completely depleted at this moment, and the Chaos Origin Sword was also exhausted, completely unable to be summoned.

She could only watch helplessly as Yan Si Hong smiled and walked closer and closer to the two of them.

Just then, a figure in a floor-length red dress stood in front of the two of them and said to Yan Si Hong, “Long time no see. You’ve grown so big? Little Snake Demon.”

“Fu Zhao? You’re not dead yet?”