CHAPTER 82: 2)THE AFTERMATH. ELDER COURTS DEATH.

Yi Xin Xue’s heartbeat became faster as the Elder’s voice rolled over her like thunder, the oppressive weight of his words wrapping around her like a vine.

The dangerously charming glint in his eye was no longer just a playful tease; it morphed into a predatory gleam, revealing the depths of his ambitions.

The immortal venerable, with an air of timeless wisdom etched upon his ageless face, regarded the Yi Xin Xue before him with a mixture of curiosity and amusement; thinking she couldn’t fathom just what kind of existence was before her eyes.

He had traversed the realms of existence, witnessing the unfolding of countless events and the ebb and flow of time itself.

"You, a blind woman, stand before me," he declared, his voice rich with the cadence of distant mountains and whispering bamboo.

"In all my extensive journeys through the realms of mortals and spirits alike, I have encountered a myriad of souls, each bearing their own burdens and stories. Yet, never have I come across one like you—an embodiment of paradox, where sight is forsaken and yet understanding remains profound."

A sly smirk curled upon his lips, like a crescent moon casting playful shadows across the earth. He licked his lips, savoring the taste of intrigue that lay upon the air between them. "It seems the heavens have conspired to send me a riddle wrapped in mystery, a soul whose true vision transcends the mere physical. Kekeke." The elder laughed.

I see... So it is as the currents of fate have woven it, leaving no path of escape available to me.

Her hand glowed a vibrant shade of orange, radiating an intense energy as she rushed forward with coldness in her eyes.

She just needs to hold a little longer. If failed... She shall even act submissive, and surrender.

Woosh~

The air around her seemed to shimmer with the power she was unleashing, however, the Great Elder, with an almost lazy grace, easily sidestepped her attack, his movements fluid and seemingly effortless.

He regarded her with a bemused expression.

"Oh, now it’s getting interesting," he proclaimed, his voice deep and smooth, resonating with authority.

"I like resistance; the more, the better..." He leaned slightly forward, a glimmer of anticipation lighting up his face.

"Come on, entertain me, woman... Let me see your dance,"

Gritting her teeth in determination, she summoned every ounce of her strength and focused her energy to harness a lower art—a technique designed for rapid movement called raindrop gentle steps.

In an instant, she closed the distance between them with astonishing speed, launching another fierce attack aimed at his abdomen.

However, he anticipated her move, his reflexes honed by countless battles. In one swift motion, he caught her wrist firmly, halting her punch.

His other hand reached out with surprising gentleness, almost caressing her face, as his fingers lightly brushed against her lips.

"Such delicate cherry lips..." he murmured, a mixture of appreciation and regret lacing his tone.

"Alas, it appears they have been stretched. How enviable it must be for that man who has tasted their sweetness." Even as a Qi Saint realm powerhouse, he could discern the aura surrounding her; it was no longer pure Yin.

As he maintained eye contact with her, a palpable tension filled the air, laden with unexpressed feelings and divergent motives. Her heart quickened, adrenaline surging as she struggled with her frustration.

The surroundings seemed to dissolve, leaving just the two of them.

The Great Elder is from the immortal world originally as her, but the Great Elder remained unchallengeable and invincible, undefeated to this date even by the protagonist.

If one were to let go of their mortal vision and use the ultimate true eyes, one could see him covered in intense dark fortune lux.

His Halo is so powerful that, in general, he possesses the uncanny ability to suppress even the most radiant protagonist’s Halo, rendering them vulnerable enough that he could extinguish their lives with a single, decisive strike.

This remarkable power, while formidable, is not as great as that of Young Master Zhao, who is famed throughout the realm for his unparalleled strength and mystique.

Nonetheless, the ability to so effortlessly dominate those who usually bask in the light of their own Halos is no small feat for someone of his lesser stature.

As he stood there, an overwhelming confidence exuded from him, and his hands descended towards her, cupping her chest peak with a mixture of awe and desire. "Such profound soft jade mounds... So perfect, so round, so delightfully squishy..." His voice trailed off as he marveled at her beauty, his intentions clear despite the indiscretion of his actions.

However, she quickly reacted, surging with indignation and tossing him aside with an explosive shove. "You dare touch me like that..." Her voice cut through the air like ice, her anger palpable as her eyes flashed with resentment.

"Ah, it appears the Jade Fairy is angered..." he remarked with a mocking tone, his expression shifting from wanton desire to mischief in an instant.

With a swift motion, he drew forth a grade-1 dagger, the blade glistening ominously in the light, its hilt trembling with dark, toxic energy as a sinister aura enveloped him.

"it seems Jade beauty is waiting for her fellow companions to be resurrected... Jia, Jia, Jia, do you truly believe they will be of any help? If one of them can even survive a single strike from me, I shall kowtow 100 times and bark like a dog," He said proudly.

"Ooh," A smile appeared on her face.

Seizing the opportunity that had presented itself, she shot forward her hairpin like a dagger.

Woosh!

With mind-shaking composure, the old man effortlessly intercepted the incoming hairpin with effortless grace betweem his middle and index finger, with clsoed eyes noneless.

With a slight smirk playing on his lips, he remained unfazed, the air around him thick with an aura of calm authority, as if he had anticipated this very action long before it unfolded.

Everything was under his palm.