Venerated venomous consort

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Mo Zhao did not expect Gu Xijiu to be so direct toward him. Soon, he laughed. "All right! Whoever runs is a coward! Xijiu, I will make sure you know my strength." He had decided to take her down forcibly this time by making her his woman. If he could never get her heart, he could at least have her body.

He wanted to see her suffer in tears. He would rather have her destroyed if he could not have her.

He opened up his palm to summon his weapon; a blood-red sword formed immediately in his hand.

The edge of his sword was flaming, but its effect was cold. Immediately after its emergence, there came a loud, wailing scream from its ferocious evil spirits. The glacier, which had been actively streaming for tens of thousands of years, froze immediately when the sword appeared. The coldness was unbearable, as though piercing through Gu Xijiu's skin.

Gu Xijiu flipped the corner of her sleeves and summoned a flexible rope in her hand. It was a rope of seven-colored gleam and was as soft and nimble as a whip. Her hand gestured a little, and the flexible weapon straightened up instantly. The body of the rope was shimmering with many colors. It was quite majestic!

She used to have an arsenal of great weapons from Di Fuyi. However, since she broke up with Di Fuyi, she sent all the things back to him. She even stopped using all the Kung Fu techniques that he taught her.

She used the power of her soul to create a flexible rope. It immediately surrounded the entire chilly environment with a warm halo.

Under the influence of the seven-colored flexible rope, beautiful glowing rays started to shine in all directions on the ice, forming a bright and dazzling view.

Mo Zhao looked at the presentation of her flexible rope and was perplexed. He did not expect Gu Xijiu to use this as her weapon. As far as he was concerned, she was better with swords.

"Your weapon is quite fancy. Did Di Fuyi give it to you?"

Gu Xijiu responded scornfully, "It looks fancy, but is lethal enough to kill you!" With a stretch, the flexible rope extended towards Mo Zhao.

Mo Zhao laughed out loud despite the impending danger. "All right, I would like to see how this soft weapon is going to kill me."

The sword used by Mo Zhao was an excellent weapon from ancient evil times. There was nothing that it could not cut through. It could effortlessly destroy a sword that was made of diamond and shatter it into pieces.

More importantly, many sorrowful evil spirits had been confined by the power of the sword. In every movement of the sword, the evil spirits further enhanced the strength of the sword, making it powerful enough to kill both gods and celestial beings. He had been keeping the sword for his battle against The Lord; now he had to use it against Gu Xijiu instead.

If the sword hit Gu Xijiu, she would be immediately frozen into an ice cube and Mo Zhao could finally do anything to her as he pleased.

The tip of the sword and the rope met in a clash and Mo Zhao was very hopeful that the power of his evil spirits could affect Gu Xijiu's body through the flexible rope, thus freezing every inch of her limbs. To his surprise, the flexible rope shone out a gleam of powerful seven-colored rays that immediately purified the grievance of the bloody red evil spirits.

He was utterly surprised and withdrew his sword. A few sorrowful souls had just been expiated from their grief through the gleam of the seven-colored ray.

"You…" He looked at her with an utter surprise. "What kind of Kung Fu is that?" He had never seen anything like it.

"The one that can kill you!" Gu Xijiu's flexible rope turned into a colorful mirage and launched another attack towards Mo Zhao.

The seven-colored mirage shone forth with all its strength. There were many patterns emerging on the surface of the rope, as though countless of petals falling from the sky. Wherever the petals landed, it was as though spring had arrived. Warm breezes of spring air swept across the frozen glacier, thus making the stream lively again.

Mo Zhao shook his head in disbelief.

The Kung Fu that Gu Xijiu was performing was very strange, unlike anything that he had ever seen. Moreover, the strength of the Kung Fu was powerful, comparable to the power of The Lord himself.