Chapter 819: You Actually Dare to Deceive Me!
She finally experienced a slight disturbance in her emotions; her patience was reaching its limit. What was going on? Why was this happening? It made no sense at all. She felt as if her entire being was engulfed in a blazing fire, overwhelmed by excruciating pain.
At last, she could no longer withstand the intense burning sensation. Suddenly, she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, her body collapsing to the ground!
Ling Yue was standing by to protect her. Seeing her suddenly vomit blood and fall, he quickly rushed over to support her, anxiously asking, "Xia’er? What’s wrong? Is there a problem?"
Her eyes were somewhat vacant, and it took quite a while before she slowly regained her senses.
She was severely injured.
More importantly, the intense pain burning her Spirit Core left her in a daze. For a moment, she was confused, unable to distinguish reality from the Illusion Realm. All she felt was the surrounding flames about to consume her completely!
She held onto Ling Yue’s arm for a long time before slowly exhaling, then suddenly coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, and her gaze gradually cleared.
Ling Yue supported her anxiously, intending to pass some Spiritual Power to heal her, but she stopped him: "No."
She couldn’t handle any Spiritual Power at the moment. Passing Spiritual Power would not only fail to help her but could also worsen her condition. She had fallen into a state of Qi deviation and suffered a backlash. Fortunately, she stopped in time; otherwise, she might have exploded and died right then!
No, something must be wrong.
She narrowed her eyes, staring deeply at the Shengxue Pearl still suspended in the center of the Array. Blood from the silver needle continued to drip into the Shengxue Pearl, but as it touched the Pearl, it was quickly absorbed by the Shengxue Pearl.
What was wrong?
She frowned. Suddenly, she swiftly retrieved the silver needle dripping blood into the Shengxue Pearl and said to Ling Yue, "Hold out your hand."
Ling Yue didn’t quite understand but still extended his hand, and she dripped a few drops of blood into his palm.
"Now channel your energy to dissolve this blood," she said softly.
Ling Yue complied.
She furrowed her brows tightly: "How do you feel?"
Ling Yue shook his head in confusion: "No feeling."
Sitting weakly on the ground, She suddenly pushed Ling Yue aside, sprang up, and rushed to Han Qingjue’s front, mercilessly slapping him twice across the face.
Han Qingjue’s pale face showed no reaction as a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his lips.
He looked up at her with difficulty, slightly tugging at the corner of his lips.
He wanted to smile, but he was too exhausted to manage it.
Since the moment she spat blood and collapsed, he knew that his trick was about to be discovered. So now that she was rushing at him, he wasn’t even a bit surprised.
In fact, he was so weak that he could barely feel the pain from her slaps on his face.
He was truly exhausted, feeling unable to hold on any longer.
"You little—bitch! How dare you deceive me!" Her face contorted, a stark contrast to her usually gentle demeanor with a smile at the corners of her eyes. She bent down and grabbed Han Qingjue’s wrist, trembling with anger as her fingers tightly gripped his right wrist—