Chapter 2477

Dongfang Hao's expression carried bone-deep coldness.

Although Dongfang Aoyue had fallen into the Broken Abyss.

It could not be confirmed that she had fallen.

One must see the person alive, or see the corpse if dead.

Dongfang Hao was unwilling to give up.

And just at this moment.

A huge shadow suddenly cast down from the distant sky.

That was surprisingly a Profound Light Great Peng.

Standing on it were two figures, naturally Jun Xiaoyao and Wan'er.

"It's you!"

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao, Li Chengtian's pupils instantly shot out an unprecedentedly cold and sharp chill.

Dongfang Hao's eyes also shook, and then he revealed coldness.

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze swept over, seeing the messy scene here, and he instantly understood.

He had arrived one step too late.

Dongfang Aoyue had likely fallen into the Broken Abyss.

Given Li Xianyao's personality, she likely would not have sat idly by.

So both women had likely fallen into it.

There was also a trace of coldness in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

Although he felt that, with the abilities of the two women, there shouldn't be any fatal crisis.

But Dongfang Hao, Li Chengtian, and the others daring to strike at them had already filled Jun Xiaoyao with killing intent.

"It seems I was too indulgent toward you all before, leading you to misjudge this young master's personality."

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze was as cold as frost.

He had indeed adopted a free-range policy toward leeks like Dongfang Hao.

But this time, they had indeed touched Jun Xiaoyao's reverse scale.

Jun Xiaoyao's peripheral vision noticed a woman nearby whose face was slightly pale.

It was precisely Zhong Yingying.

"Is it you?"

Jun Xiaoyao looked at Zhong Yingying.

It was this Zhong Yingying who had led the way, causing Dongfang Aoyue, who had incarnated as Yue Nianjun, to fall into such a trap.

"I... I didn't know Yue Nianjun was related to the Young Master..."

Zhong Yingying's face was deathly pale, her voice trembling, and she couldn't help but say.

Even as a noble daughter of the Zhong family of the Jade Cauldron Merchant Alliance, facing Jun Xiaoyao, she was like an ant.

Just the terrifying pressure brought by Jun Xiaoyao's descending gaze made Zhong Yingying's delicate body tremble, almost scaring her into wetting herself.

Jun Xiaoyao did not say a word and directly struck.

Dongfang Hao dared to strike at his woman, Dongfang Aoyue.

Then he would destroy Dongfang Hao's woman.

It was just that simple.

"Stop!"

Dongfang Hao also gave a violent shout, striking to stop him.

There were also the top-ten expert-level figures from the Origin Demon Clan and the Earth Spirit Clan, as well as Li Chengtian, all striking.

A great battle suddenly erupted.

Wan'er and Peng Feiyang did not intervene.

Jun Xiaoyao alone wanted to suppress everyone.

At the same time.

In the depths of the Broken Abyss.

In the endless layered broken space.

There was a space fragment.

Within this space fragment.

The two women stood facing each other.

It was precisely Li Xianyao and Dongfang Aoyue.

Li Xianyao, in white, was slightly tattered.

Beside her sandalwood mouth, there was also a trace of striking blood.

In that great collision just now, she had almost borne all the impact alone.

One must know, Li Chengtian, Dongfang Hao, and the others striking with full force, that fluctuation was not small.

Although Li Xianyao had borne it alone, she had also suffered some injuries.

Dongfang Aoyue, seeing the blood on the corner of Li Xianyao's lips, her eyes moved, but she did not show anything.

She remained as cold and indifferent as ever.

"Do you think that by saving me once like this, I will discard past grievances and feel moved? Then you are wrong."

Dongfang Aoyue's voice was cold.

The hatred and resentment accumulated over long years were not so easily resolved.

Although Li Xianyao was innocent, she was after all raised by Li Sheng and had recognized a thief as her father.

Dongfang Aoyue still could not possibly acknowledge her.

"I know, these years, you have suffered too much."

"No matter how much I do, I cannot make up for it."

"However, please give me a chance so that I can repay you."

Li Xianyao wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, her gaze looking directly at Dongfang Aoyue.

She did not want to escape; she wanted to face it.

"Make up for it? Repay?"

Dongfang Aoyue laughed upon hearing this, a cold laugh.

She raised her hand, demon patterns spreading on her body, blood light glistening and erupting.

A sword emerged from her chest.

It was precisely the Demon Sword Seven Sins!

Dongfang Aoyue gripped the sword hilt, pulling it out inch by inch, pointing directly at Li Xianyao.

"Some things, once lost, are never possessed again."

"Just like a piece of porcelain, once shattered, no matter how it is mended, there will ultimately be cracks."

"This kind of hatred cannot be made up for; it can only be washed away with blood..."

After Dongfang Aoyue finished speaking, the Demon Sword Seven Sins stabbed directly at Li Xianyao.

And this time, there was no Jun Xiaoyao to block it.

Seeing this, Li Xianyao did not make any move.

Instead, she smiled slightly.

If this could make Dongfang Aoyue feel a little better.

Then so be it.

It was indeed what she owed; she owed too, too much.

Li Xianyao closed her eyes.

Then, she felt a trace of stinging pain in her chest.

She opened her eyes slightly.

Dongfang Aoyue had indeed stabbed the sword into her chest.

But, it only pierced a little bit and did not penetrate.

The seeping blood stained Li Xianyao's snow-white collar.

"You..."

Li Xianyao looked at Dongfang Aoyue.

Dongfang Aoyue's jade hand gripping the sword hilt was squeezed very tightly, her knuckles turning white.

But she did not stab down.

Instead, she withdrew the Demon Sword Seven Sins.

Dongfang Aoyue's face remained very cold.

She just said indifferently: "Don't misunderstand, my not taking action doesn't mean I don't dare; I'm sure you've heard of the title of Blood Princess."

Hearing this, Li Xianyao lowered her eyes.

She naturally knew Dongfang Aoyue's nickname, Blood Princess.

She also knew that this was because, having witnessed the pain of losing her mother with her own eyes, her soul had become painfully twisted.

Only then did she become that violent and cold Blood Princess who made people tremble with fear.

"I'm not taking action because of Xiaoyao."

"If he knew I struck at you, he would be displeased."

During the Great War of the Xuanhuang Universe, she was about to strike at Li Xianyao, but was stopped by Jun Xiaoyao.

Now, if she truly hurt Li Xianyao, or even killed her.

Then the consequences would be unpredictable.

Although she did not know what kind of cause and effect and bond existed between Li Xianyao and Jun Xiaoyao.

But she knew she did not want to make Jun Xiaoyao suffer, and even less did she want Jun Xiaoyao to dislike or loathe her.

Killing Li Xianyao would make Jun Xiaoyao displeased.

So Dongfang Aoyue would not do this, even if it made her own heart suffer.

But it didn't matter.

She was already used to enduring pain; precisely because of this, she did not want Jun Xiaoyao to experience the same pain.

Hearing Dongfang Aoyue's words, Li Xianyao was slightly silent.

Then a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her lips.

It was a somewhat desolate smile.

What Dongfang Aoyue did not know was that she and Jun Xiaoyao did indeed have a bond.

But this bond was not because of her.

It was because she was a substitute for a certain woman, one of the divine souls of a certain woman.

That woman's name was Jiang Shengyi.

"What are you smiling at?"

Dongfang Aoyue saw the smile on Li Xianyao's lips.

For some reason, she felt this smile had a somewhat desolate and sad meaning.

Li Xianyao shook her head slightly, and then she suddenly sacrificed the Feathered Green Gold Ancient Sword.

This sword was also given to her by Jun Xiaoyao when she first met him in the World within a World.

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Aoyue also gripped the Demon Sword Seven Sins tightly.

But the next moment, something she did not expect happened.

Li Xianyao reversed the sword tip, and the veil on her face slid off.

The cold sword blade pressed against her perfect, exquisite, and flawless peerless jade face.