Chapter 158: A Fierce Bitch Should Be Fiercely Handled; Sudden Change, Please Brother Su Take Care of My Wife (2)
The killing array flared to life, clashing directly with the advancing cult mistress.
With a loud boom, the cult mistress was forced several steps back, once again bound by golden chains.
Ye Xueyi was stunned.
She looked at the back shielding her, and the fear and panic from earlier vanished.
"Don't worry. As long as I'm here, I won't let you get hurt."
Su Qing turned back and pulled the saintess into his arms.
Ye Xueyi felt the warmth of his broad chest, and her heart suddenly settled.
That reliable and handsome smile made her momentarily dazed.
In that moment, she felt like there was nothing left to be afraid of.
"Now's not the time to zone out. Wake up."
Su Qing playfully pinched the saintess's cheek and smiled.
He had zero guilt about using this moment to score favor.
Ye Xueyi finally realized they were surrounded by people and quickly pushed him away.
She tried to maintain her cool expression, but the blush on her face was impossible to hide.
A flicker of nervous excitement flashed in her heart.
From how they'd interacted, she knew he was just trying to earn points.
But… why was her heart beating so fast?
She thought she was prepared—so why was she getting flustered by this scoundrel?
Ye Xueyi couldn't figure it out.
Everyone present clearly saw the emotion in her eyes.
Especially the cult mistress—she couldn't hold it in anymore.
She came here to kill, and they're using her presence to flirt and rack up romance points?
Not just that, but a full-on hero-saving-the-beauty hug too? Was this some kind of joke?!
"Ahem, Madam, you're clearly finished. Why not just surrender now?"
"I'm actually pretty kind to my captives. The earlier you surrender, the better the perks."
Su Qing looked over at the cult mistress like it was just another casual conversation.
"Do you really think you've got me cornered? Just now, I noticed something—you never used the true killing array."
"That's because you're afraid of hurting Long Ye, right? She's quite fond of you, and you haven't let her down."
"So... you don't want her to get hurt or disappear altogether, am I right?"
The cult mistress paused, then replied in a calm tone.
Using the witch as leverage was a low move—but she had no better option now.
"You really are a devil. That tactic's as shameless as mine."
"As dirty as it is, I have to admit—it's effective."
Su Qing sighed.
"Then listen to my terms. I—"
She didn't even finish before being cut off.
"I think you've misunderstood something. I never planned to listen to your terms."
"Just like how you wanted to kill me earlier—I also don't think you're in any position to threaten me."
Su Qing remained calm.
"You... you really don't care if she dies?"
The cult mistress was stunned by his response.
"You need to work on your reading comprehension. I recommend reading more books."
"It's not that I don't care—it's that you're not capable of doing it. There's a fundamental difference."
Su Qing raised a finger and wagged it lightly.
"Typical heartless bastard. Dressing up your indifference with clever words. Long Ye really misjudged you!"
"If you don't believe me, then see it for yourself!"
A flash of coldness flickered in her eyes.
She could already sense that terrifying aura from White Jade Pavilion getting closer. Time was up!
Her aura turned dangerously volatile—clearly, she was ready to self-destruct.
But just then, a clear, cold voice echoed from the sky.
"The demonic sect's tendency to sacrifice their own never ceases to disgust."
With that disdainful voice, a faint golden palm imprint lit up the sky.
The golden palm fell at incredible speed, slamming into the cult mistress.
Her berserk aura instantly began to calm.
The golden light seeped into her body, sealing her divine consciousness and locking her power.
It wasn't just sealing her strength—it ensured even this strand of her soul couldn't return to her main body!
Su Qing watched as the mysterious powerhouse made their move, and understanding flashed in his eyes.
So he'd guessed right!
Even though the plot had deviated, key connections still held.
For example, the cult mistress appearing... and then the runaway demonic sect saintess—his fake aunt.
If she hadn't appeared, he'd have had to fully activate the binding formation and stall until the Empress arrived.
Now, with the cult mistress's power sealed, everything was over.
He let out a long breath, heart full of emotion.
Tonight had been one twist after another—what a thrilling ride!
But behind him, someone silently raised a dagger.
Tang Xuan had woken at some point, noticed everyone was distracted, and quietly broke free of his bindings.
Using his talent for hiding his presence, he crept up behind his enemy.
His eyes glinted with excitement, and the dagger in his hand thrust straight toward Su Qing's heart without hesitation.
At that moment, he unleashed his full strength—it was truly a killing blow!
A backstab always came with a critical hit bonus!
Even as the dagger fell, no one had yet noticed the sudden danger.
"Watch out, Brother Su!"
A voice suddenly rang out.
Along with it, a figure leapt forward without hesitation, placing himself behind Su Qing.
In that instant—blood sprayed!
Tang Xuan's expression shifted from excitement to shock.
The moment he struck, he recognized who it was.
It was none other than the supposed husband of his dream goddess!
Gu Qingzhou coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face instantly pale as snow.
His aura rapidly weakened—he clearly didn't have long.
Though he'd seen it coming, though he'd prepared and trained for some time—
The difference in strength was too great. Blocking that blow had cost him his life.
"You... you're the victim, so why help this scoundrel?!"
"He forcibly took your wife, and you can stomach that?!"
Tang Xuan couldn't help but ask, eyes filled with disbelief.
His assassination had failed, and several auras had now locked onto him—he had no chance left.
But he couldn't understand!
He didn't like this live-in son-in-law, but they were technically on the same side.
And yet this guy didn't just stand by—he actually jumped in to take the hit?
What the hell was going on?!
"You despicable sneak, don't you dare slander my good brother!"
A flush of rage colored Gu Qingzhou's face.
Like using his last breath, he lunged forward and struck with all he had!
Pure instinct guided his fist, and he nailed the perfect weak point.
If it had been earlier, Tang Xuan would never have been knocked down by a weakling.
But after a grueling battle, a sealing, and that assassination attempt, he was spent.
So he couldn't dodge—and took the hit full on.
Not that he was worried. After all, it was just a dying wimp.
Except... he'd seriously underestimated how bad his current condition was.
And yeah—he also forgot he wasn't wearing an iron codpiece.