Xingxiu shed tears of regret, regretting why she hadn't died earlier, instead of suffering such torment and dragging her brother into it.
Her hatred for Hun Changqing was boundless; what he had done to her, and what he was about to do, was countless, yet she was helpless. This profound sense of powerlessness brought her resilient heart to the brink of collapse.
"My patience is limited. Since you're so conflicted, I'll help you out. I'll send you on your way, and then let your brother experience the tortures of the Soul Palace before sending him down to meet you, hehehehe..."
Seeing Xingxiu gritting her teeth, her once beautiful and bright eyes now dim and brimming with tears, Hun Changqing knew the time was right. He revealed an evil smile and uttered those devilish words that made Xingxiu tremble. He intended to add fuel to the fire.
Hun Changqing's hand, gripping Xing Su's cheek, suddenly tightened. The immense pressure sent a wave of pain through Xing Su's head, making her feel as if her skull was about to explode.
"Ah!"
The intense pain on her cheek instantly caused Xing Su to let out a bloodcurdling scream, snapping her out of her grief and despair. Fear filled her eyes.
She wasn't afraid of death, but the thought of her brother suffering inhuman torture after her death was unbearable. Just imagining it made her heart clench, the pain unbearable, making it hard to breathe, as if she were enveloped in endless despair.
Xing Su couldn't accept that outcome; it terrified her. Tears streamed down her face as she cried out to Hun Changqing, ignoring the pain on her face.
"Stop! I promise you! I won't self-destruct!"
As Xing Su's cries faded, she felt the immense force from the hand covering her face instantly dissipate. As the hand slowly removed from her face, Xing Su's body relaxed abruptly, then she collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
Hearing this, Hun Changqing's smile grew even more wicked. He withdrew his hand from Xing Su's cheek, gently lifting her smooth chin. His thumb smeared her soft red lips, wiping away a trace of blood that had seeped from the corner of her mouth due to Hun Changqing's earlier actions. With a playful expression, he chuckled and asked,
"It seems your brother is quite important to you. You're not even afraid of death, yet you're afraid I'll touch him. In the clan, someone like you is truly rare."
Xing Su, though helpless, could only agree. Xing Su accepted Hun Changqing's conditions, but her stubborn nature prevented her from showing weakness to him. Upon hearing his words, Xing Su gritted her teeth and said hatefully,
"I promise you, don't touch Hun Ye. If you dare touch him, I'll make you pay!"
Hearing this, Hun Changqing shrugged and chuckled softly, "Your words have no power. But since you're obedient, I don't need to harm Hun Ye. After all, that trash might be important to you, but he's not worth anyone else's time or energy."
"Hmph!"
Xing Su snorted coldly, then lowered her head, seemingly resigned. However, the anger and killing intent within her were churning. Hun Changqing's repeated use of the term "trash" was unbearable for Xing Su, who considered her brother her Achilles' heel.
"At worst, I'll just consider it a bite from a dog. Once we get to that cave..."
Xing Su bit her red lips, a resolute glint in her eyes. Hun Changqing smiled playfully at Xing Su's resigned attitude, then slowly reached out to grab her tattered black robe.
Xing Su's pupils contracted sharply when she saw Hun Changqing's hand reaching for her clothes. Although she had prepared herself mentally, the prospect of it still filled her with panic. She instinctively turned to the side, using her hands to protect her garments.
Hun Changqing didn't force her, but instead uttered a mocking voice,
"Hun Ye..."
Upon hearing this name, Xing Su's delicate body trembled violently. Her hands, which had been tightly gripping her collar, gradually loosened, then fell limply to her sides as if devoid of strength.
Seeing Xing Su completely abandon her futile struggle, the amusement in Hun Changqing's eyes deepened. A slight smile played on his lips. His hand, which had been reaching for Xing Su's clothes, moved forward again, smoothly grabbing her collar and ripping it off forcefully. With a tearing sound, Xing Su's tattered black robe instantly disintegrated. Then, eerie black wooden strips rose from her surroundings, intertwining and coalescing to form a massive, dark wooden bed, abruptly appearing in the empty space left by the recent battle.
" Hehehe..." With the appearance of the bed, Hun Changqing let out a sinister, chilling laugh. Xing Su then felt a tremendous force surge through her, and she was slammed onto the enormous wooden bed with a thud. Looking at Hun Changqing pressing down on her, feeling his unrestrained intrusion, two streams of tears slid down her cheeks, dripping onto the wooden bed. At this moment, Xing Su's face was devoid of any expression, only an endless coldness. Enduring the strange sensations emanating from her body, she slowly raised her head, her dull, lifeless eyes gazing at the gloomy sky. Her soft red lips parted slightly, and she murmured silently, "Brother..." However, suddenly, Xing Su felt something amiss in her body. Her pupils contracted sharply to pinpoints as an indescribable, excruciating pain surged through her. This pain was unlike any she had experienced before, instantly shattering her icy composure and revealing a狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) expression of agony. "Ah!" A heart-wrenching, agonizing scream shot straight into the sky, followed by a series of intense cries, tinged with a strange undertone, echoing endlessly across the open space of the mountains.