However, Zhu Yuxian stood motionless on the spot, the swastika in her eyes suffused with golden Buddha Light. The White Lotus on her forehead slowly rotated, appearing sacred and transcendent, devoid of any fear, and even devoid of any emotion.

The Sword Blade slashed towards Zhu Yuxian's forehead. With the sharpness of this Divine Weapon, a slight movement could completely pierce through her skull.

Yet, Lu Chengfeng's face became exceptionally ferocious.

"Let her go!"

He shouted with a somewhat shrill voice.

Nonetheless, Zhu Yuxian remained unmoved. The mana within her body continuously poured into the Dragon-Binding Rope, allowing this Immortal Object to guide the Red Dragon beneath the earth, causing the ground to crumble and the mountains to collapse.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"I'm telling you to stop."

Lu Chengfeng was almost hysterical, his long hair dancing wildly. The entire person suddenly rushed over and clutched her neck fiercely with his palms.

The Sword Light flowing on the Sword Blade of the Bixiao Sword reflected on their cheeks, casting a layer of azure light on their skin.

Zhu Yuxian remained completely still, yet the White Lotus on her forehead seemed more vibrant, with even a mist spreading over its petals.

Rumble! Rumble!

The commotion in the Trapped Dragon Abyss grew increasingly loud, as if a True Dragon was raising its head, attempting to emerge from its underground entrapment of a thousand years, extending its giant abyss-like head from beneath the earth's surface.

The dark abyss shuddered violently, and the stone platform structure had already completely collapsed. The boulders plummeted into the darkness with no echo whatsoever.

This abyss, dormant for a millennium, seemed poised to finally see daylight at this moment.

The killing intent in Lu Chengfeng's heart was almost boiling, veins bulging on his hands as they firmly throttled Zhu Yuxian's fair neck, leaving her nearly breathless.

At this moment, the anger and anxiety in his heart burned like flames, wildly consuming his reason.

If this delay goes on, the ground splitting, mountains collapsing, the Red Dragon emerging, the magma accumulated underground over an entire winter will erupt skyward without Xiang Qingchi's intervention, incinerating everything in a great fire.

If Zhu Yuxian is killed right now, maybe the others still have a chance to escape.

The others aside, Luo Suyi, Qiutong, and the concubines he later married, all remained on the mountain.

Could he just watch them all go to their deaths like this?!

"Ah!!!" Lu Chengfeng roared towards the sky in anger, his grip on his palms increasing in strength. "I repeat for the last time, stop this now."

"Do you really intend to kill me?" Zhu Yuxian finally spoke, her voice as familiar as ever, yet devoid of any emotion, like a cold corpse.

Crash!

The Dragon-Binding Rope trembled violently, lifting the Princess Consort Xiang, once suppressed at the abyss's bottom, up behind Zhu Yuxian.

Clang!

The iron chain fell, and the Princess Consort Xiang, suppressed for more than three years, a being neither human nor ghost, her spirit on the brink of collapse, dazedly looked at the iron lock that fell before her.

For a long while, she didn't react, almost plummeting from mid-air due to the long time without using mana. Eventually, a multicolored cloud held her body aloft.

She finally reacted, staring blankly at her own hands, then began to laugh wildly in a frenzied manner.

"Hehe! Hehehe!"

"I'm finally released, finally free."

"Prince, where are you, Prince, where are you?"

"Hurry out, I can finally see you."

"Hee-hee, are you playing hide and seek with me?"

As she spoke in a deranged manner, her gaze suddenly shifted, catching sight of Lu Chengfeng, and her face became grotesque.

"It's you, it's you, you locked me up!"

"You're a bad person."

"Prince, I'm so scared, quickly protect me."

"Ah… don't, don't, he wants to bind me…"

"Please, don't bind me, okay?"

"I'm so scared, really scared, ah…"

Princess Consort Xiang was speaking pitifully, shrinking into a ball, trembling as if in terror.

Yet, the next moment, she suddenly transformed into a streak of white light, her nails springing forth like sharp knives from between her fingers, emitting a chilling glint.

With a ripping sound!

Her speed was so fast, it tore through the wild wind, emitting a sound like tearing silk in the air.

Lu Chengfeng's face was ashen; 'Zhu Yuxian' controlled the Dragon-Binding Rope, directly releasing the insane Princess Consort Xiang, clearly intending to stop him.

Having not decisively struck her down with a single sword earlier, now made things more difficult.

And the reason 'Zhu Yuxian' didn't resist just now was straightforward: firstly, she had just broken through the Celestial Human Realm, and her strength was still far inferior to his.

Secondly, she was currently focusing all her mana and energy on controlling the Dragon-Binding Rope and driving the Red Dragon, having no attention to spare elsewhere.

Furthermore, she was fully confident that he wouldn't strike decisively at first move.

Lu Chengfeng roared angrily, the Bixiao Sword slashing out, the Sword Light tore through the abyss's darkness, like a thrashing Flood Dragon, striking Princess Consort Xiang and sending her body flying.

Her palms were bloodied and mangled, the sharp Sword Qi even penetrating her internal organs, causing her to spit out a mouthful of bright red blood.

Yet Lu Chengfeng didn't even glance at her. Suppressed for three years, even if the Princess Consort Xiang were in the fifth, or even the sixth layer of the Celestial Human Realm, her mana was now depleted, her Primordial Spirit dim, and her Lifebound Divine Weapon had been confiscated…

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