Seeing Xue An’s smile, Tan Feiwen felt a chill in her heart. The flickering black radiance, as though alive, instantly coiled around her body, forming a protective barrier.
Her movements were undoubtedly fast, but just as the black radiance took shape, a cold voice sounded from behind her.
"To refine resentment into something so exquisitely controllable—how many souls have you ruined?"
Upon hearing this voice, Tan Feiwen froze. Every hair on her body stood on end.
The voice was so close that Tan Feiwen could feel the warm breath brushing against the back of her neck.
In the grip of boundless terror, Tan Feiwen wasted no time unleashing her strongest attack.
A surge of black radiance swelled suddenly, erupting into countless fine needles of light that spread outward.
Wherever the light needles passed, the space emitted a sizzling noise, as if pierced with countless holes. Their power was evident.
Yet, in the midst of this deadly whirlwind, a hand reached forward leisurely, piercing through the layers of light needles and directly grabbing the core of the black radiance.
The swirling black radiance froze abruptly and then shattered with a sharp crack.
Countless strands of black mist dispersed, accompanied by faint sobbing echoes drifting into the void.
Tan Feiwen was completely petrified, staring blankly at the dissipating black radiance. Her mind had gone utterly blank.
The artifact bestowed upon her by the Demeng Clan—the very weapon upon which her reputation was built—had been obliterated without causing the slightest ripple.
A deep, bone-chilling cold suddenly enveloped Tan Feiwen.
At that moment, Xue An stepped out of the vortex of black mist, his brows slightly raised as he smiled faintly.
"Is this all the strength you have?"
Tan Feiwen stared dumbly at Xue An.
Then she noticed a shadow lurking in the darkness behind Xue An. Silently, it crept closer and closer.
Tan Feiwen’s heart stirred as understanding dawned upon her. She spoke in a grave tone, "You are impressive indeed! But have you considered the consequences of opposing the Tan Family?"
"Consequences...." Xue An chuckled lightly. "I haven’t thought about it, nor do I care to. The Tan Family won’t be around for long anyhow. Why waste the mental effort?"
Tan Feiwen snorted in anger but stole a glance at the now-nearly-invisible figure closing in on Xue An. Xue An, seemingly oblivious, remained standing calmly.
Her confidence swelled, and she couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.
"Your strength is commendable, but such bold claims are laughable! We’re not mortal enemies. Given the matter of the Destined Ghost Monarch, there’s no need for such hostility. If you wish, the Tan Family could turn the page and strike up a friendship with you!"
Tan Feiwen began to stall with evasive words, attempting to erode Xue An’s fighting spirit.
Her lips moved, but her focus remained fixed on the shadow creeping ever closer behind him.
Closer... closer still...
Tan Feiwen licked her lips, a seductive smile gracing her delicate face. "So, what do you think?"
Her smile had left many people entranced.
Xue An said nothing—he simply gazed deeply at Tan Feiwen, an odd smile tugging at his lips.
"I don’t see why not. But, I have one condition!"
"Oh? What condition?"
Xue An calmly replied, "You must become my servant! Serve me at my command! If you agree to this, I might consider sparing you!"
The room erupted in chaos as his words detonated like a bomb.
Tan Feiwen’s face turned ghostly pale in rage. But, seeing that the shadow behind Xue An had closed the distance to mere meters, she inhaled deeply, suppressing her anger as she spoke coldly.
"Oh? If that’s truly your wish, I can agree to it!"
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