Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 807 - 506 - Suggestions_2

Chapter 807: Chapter 506 - Suggestions_2

The gaze beneath the robe settled on Feng Jiuxuan, seemingly assessing the strength of the man before him, as well as weighing the suggestion he had made.

The silent pause lasted for about ten breaths before the calm, wave-like voice of the Xi’en Emperor sounded once again, uttering one word:

"Speak."

Feng Jiuxuan’s gaze lifted as he glanced over at the other:

"We need the Boundary Void Stone."

Meeting his gaze, the Xi’en Emperor uttered three words indifferently:

"Details."

"......"

Feng Jiuxuan’s narrow eyes narrowed slightly as he pointed with his sheathed sword at O’Reilly next to him:

"That person said, leave her behind, and he will speak with you personally."

After a moment of eye contact, the Xi’en Emperor said:

"She leaves first, I stay, and speak with that man."

Upon hearing these words, the previously expressionless face of Feng Jiuxuan began to change ever so slightly, his calm eyes now held a hint of eagerness to try:

"This is a notification, not a negotiation."

"....." said the Xi’en Emperor.

"You have three breaths to consider."

Feng Jiuxuan held his scabbard, staring indifferently at the resplendent blue pupils beneath the robe.

In the silence,

The man shrouded in the purple-black robe seemed to sigh lightly.

Realizing what was unfolding, O’Reilly instantly understood that the negotiation had broken down.

This "father" was about to get serious with the man in white from Yan.

He was not a benevolent ruler.

He had a very bad temper.

Since his accession, the fear of death has always loomed over Xi’en’s court.

His strength was awe-inspiring, his methods chilling, and his temperament so daunting that people dared not look him in the eye.

In just a few minutes, neither the arrogance of the man in white from Yan nor the insincere terms of negotiation he proposed had succeeded in anything but enraging this "father."

O’Reilly pursed her red lips, unsure if this decision stemmed from His capricious temperament or His confidence in Himself, but she knew she couldn’t stop what was coming.

More than a dozen magic rings around her heart began to spin rapidly, but her preparations were still too slow in the eyes of these two.

In an instant, fierce winds surged within the dungeon, and the bright, sanctified light erupted like the rising sun, with countless mysterious runes reflecting off each other in the air.

The Xi’en Emperor made his move, but Feng Jiuxuan was even faster.

His white garments, whiter than snow, ripped through the void, approaching the Xi’en Emperor’s fluttering robes almost instantaneously.

If the previous strike was holding back, then this one was extreme in its speed.

Thanks to the sword abyss that was cleaved open, the surroundings were no longer constraining.

Feng Jiuxuan, striking after but arriving first, traced a chill gleam through the air like a startling swan or dragon, reaching directly in front of the flickering robes of the Xi’en Emperor.

Layer upon layer of protective light barriers emerged in an instant, but where the sword edge passed, all else paled in comparison.

In Feng Jiuxuan’s eyes, Jianyuan cut through these thick light barriers like slicing tofu, piercing directly into the chest of the Xi’en Emperor. The powerful force that followed whisked them both away from the spot and sped along the cleaved sword abyss.

The howling wind rushed by his ears, bright red blood splashed along the way, blooming magnificently in the air like blood-red spider lilies.

Feng Jiuxuan looked at the Xi’en Emperor, grievously wounded in an instant; his gaze remained without a ripple.

The sensation in his sword-hand conflicted with the images his eyes beheld.

Whether what lay before his gaze or the feedback from the Energy Mechanism, the Xi’en Emperor seemed to have been struck by him. But the sword in his hand was relaying a completely different message.

This was not the feeling of a blade penetrating flesh.

That is to say, the scene before him was an illusion created by the adversary.

The Sacred Origin Qi surged around him, and after a moment of shaking, the scene in front of Feng Jiuxuan changed instantly.

They were still speeding along the sword abyss.

But his sword tip had not pierced the Xi’en Emperor’s chest; instead, it was caught by a white and clean light hand conjured by the opponent, not allowing any further advance.

The Xi’en Emperor’s robe sleeve had already been raised, a palm stationary beside his head, emanating vibrations that caused hallucinations.

Without time to think further, a deathly Energy Mechanism had already silently climbed to his heart.

The brief lapse into illusion had given the Xi’en Emperor the opportunity to set up a vast Slaying Formation, with the space around them now covered in intricate spell runes.

One mind, three uses... no, four uses.

Feng Jiuxuan’s gaze drifted slightly downwards, noticing the Xi’en Emperor’s finger pointing at O’Reilly.

The man was still able to protect his daughter... even as he faced Feng Jiuxuan’s blade.

No, it was not just about protection.

As sensed by the Will-spirit, layers of intricate and dense runes had enwrapped the golden-haired woman kneeling on the ground in that instant.

In the moment he sensed it, the runes were still forming, and space began to shake.

Feng Jiuxuan realized what the other was doing.

The Xi’en Emperor intended to use that so-called Spatial Magic Ring to teleport O’Reilly away...

"..."

The normally unrippled emotions of Feng Jiuxuan suddenly gave rise to a flicker of desire to laugh, or perhaps excitement.

Feeling the deathly aura surging like tumultuous waves around him, Feng Jiuxuan gripped the Jianyuan in his hand, staring at the Xi’en Emperor, his voice piercing clear:

"Before you arrived, your daughter told me that you are the strongest in Xi’en."

"....."

The Xi’en Emperor did not respond, his transparently managed golden hair scattering with the wind, his indifferent gaze beneath the robe as though he were looking at a dead man.

Feng Jiuxuan laughed.

He felt the world had become somewhat strange.

He, Feng Jiuxuan, actually had a day when he was underestimated.

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The snow gradually grew heavier.

As the side door opened, a carriage quietly left the Imperial City, driving into the pitch-black night.

The streets were silent, the hoof beats crisp. In Di’an, most household lights had already been extinguished, only the red lanterns hung high emitting waves of warm light in the icy snow night.

Not knowing how long they had been driving through the wind and snow, the carriage finally stopped before a grand residence beneath the Imperial City, the three large characters engraved on the signboard above still shining brightly in the night.