152: Chapter 152 Light-Speed ​​Capture: Nine Heavens Mystic Immortal Becomes a Prisoner

The void wailed, and the Laws crumbled.

Qing Yuan's originally cold and haughty pupils now constricted.

As Xiao Ninger's personal maid, she had witnessed the rise and fall of countless Star Domains and had even destroyed some weak planes at will.

In her eyes, the Lower Realm was a garbage dump filled with turbid air and inferior Spiritual Qi; the creatures here didn't even have the qualification to be looked at directly by her.

But now, she felt herself being locked onto by an unspeakable will.

It wasn't some Divine Ability, but the hostility of the entire plane.

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"

Qing Yuan shrieked, her originally soft and beautiful voice becoming extremely piercing.

She violently activated the Immortal Soul in her Sea of Consciousness, and the ten-thousand-foot Profound Immortal Manifestation behind her surged once again.

As she brandished her twin swords, they brought forth a golden sharp edge capable of cutting through the Star River.

That was the desperate struggle of a Nine Heavens Profound Immortal; the surrounding Taiyi Holy Land buildings were turned into fine powder in the aftershock.

Su Yun stood on the steps, his black robe like ink; even the corners of his clothes were not moved in the slightest by that Sword Qi.

He only slowly raised his right hand and lightly tapped with his index finger.

"On this land, if I say it must break, it shall break."

As Su Yun's indifferent words fell, a streak of dark golden brilliance on the burial heaven token instantly spread out.

Ninety-nine thousand Star River Chains intertwined out of the void, each chain precisely piercing through the joints of the Dharma Projection.

Crack!

Under the strangulation of the chains, that overbearing Profound Immortal Manifestation was like a piece of colored glass struck by a giant hammer, instantly covered in fine cracks.

"Shatter," Su Yun uttered a single word.

With a boom, the ten-thousand-foot golden light exploded, turning into a sky full of non-threatening Spiritual Qi light spots.

With her Dharma Projection destroyed, Qing Yuan suffered a violent backlash; a mouthful of brilliant golden Immortal blood sprayed out, staining the azure battle armor on her chest red.

The Immortal Essence she relied on for survival was actually forcibly suppressed back into her body at this moment.

Qing Yuan discovered in horror that she had lost connection with the Spiritual Qi of heaven and earth, and was even losing the ability to fly.

This feeling was like a high-and-mighty deity being stripped of their divinity and thrown into a completely unfamiliar dark room.

"Are you... an Incarnation of the Heavenly Dao?" Qing Yuan stumbled back, the abyss known as fear finally surfacing in the depths of her eyes.

"Heavenly Dao?" Su Yun chuckled, his figure abruptly disappearing from his original position.

In the next second, a slender and powerful palm had already death-gripped Qing Yuan's slender, swan-like jade neck.

Fast, too fast.

In a situation where she lost the blessing of the Laws, a so-called Nine Heavens Profound Immortal was, in Su Yun's eyes, nothing more than a slightly stronger Physical Body.

"Ugh..." Qing Yuan's hands death-gripped Su Yun's arm, her legs kicking frantically in mid-air.

Her originally cold and peerless face turned a deep purple, her eyeballs protruding, filled with disbelief.

Su Yun's palm was like a pair of red-hot iron pincers; the Chaos spiritual energy emitting from his fingertips pierced into Qing Yuan's Meridians like steel needles.

In an instant, her Immortal Essence acupoints, which were like a vast ocean, were all sealed shut.

"Let... let me go..." Qing Yuan squeezed out a few words with difficulty.

Bang!

Su Yun didn't have the slightest intention of showing tenderness to the fair sex and casually threw her.

Qing Yuan's graceful body crashed heavily onto the bluestone bricks in the center of the Martial Arts Arena.

The ground, which was sturdy enough to withstand attacks from the Dao Integration Realm, was smashed into a human-shaped pit several fathoms deep.

The entire field was deathly silent.

The ten thousand elite Cultivators, the Taiyi Holy Master, and even Luo Bingyan fell into a brief trance.

That was an Immortal from the Upper Realm!

In their understanding, such an existence in the Lower Realm could kill hundreds of millions of lives with just a glance.

Yet before Su Yun, she couldn't even last for three breaths before being thrown into a pit like trash.

"Senior Brother... has become stronger again." Luo Bingyan's hand holding her sword trembled slightly, a faint smile appearing at the corners of her mouth.

This kind of absolute violent aesthetics truly made her heart intoxicated.

Su Yun slowly descended from the air, each step treading on the rhythmic points of the void.

Walking to the edge of the pit, he looked down from above at Qing Yuan, whose bones were broken in countless places and who was covered in blood.

Her former pride was now crushed into fine pieces.

"Native... you've caused a huge disaster..."

Qing Yuan struggled to prop up her body, her hair disheveled and her face covered in golden blood, yet she still stared at Su Yun with gritted teeth.

"My Young Miss is the Young Lord of the Xiao Family... flowing with the blood of a True God. If you dare to hurt me, the Xiao Family will send an Immortal King to descend and thoroughly refine this ruin into a purgatory..."

"Xiao Family? Are they very impressive?" Su Yun crouched down, his gaze so calm it made one's heart panic.

He reached out and grabbed Qing Yuan's smooth long hair, forcibly pulling her face in front of his.

His other foot casually stepped on her shoulder, applying slight pressure.

With a "crack," the sound of bone fracturing was clearly audible.

"Ah—!" Qing Yuan let out a sharp scream; an Immortal's will began to waver in the face of intense pain and the pressure of the plane.

"Didn't your Young Miss tell you how I teach those disobedient dogs?"

Su Yun tilted his head slightly, a cruel arc appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Three seconds. Tell me about the Xiao Family's situation and your true purpose for descending to the Lower Realm."

"In your dreams! Lowly ant, how are you worthy of spying on the secrets of the Nine Heavens?"

A flash of madness crossed Qing Yuan's eyes.

"Kill me if you have the guts! As soon as my Divine Soul is extinguished, the Xiao Family's Life Lamp will guide powerful experts to descend. You won't escape!"

Su Yun sighed helplessly, his right hand's fingers held together like a sword, a trace of dark red Supreme Soul Refining Fire jumping at his fingertips.

"Quite a tough bone indeed. Sometimes, death is a luxury."

Before the flame even fell, Qing Yuan's Divine Soul was already trembling due to fear.

She could feel that this kind of flame did not burn the Physical Body but specifically burned the Soul; it was a demonic fire that could make one sink into pain for eternity.

"Three," Su Yun counted down expressionlessly.

"You demon! The Young Miss will make you wish you were dead!" Qing Yuan shouted frantically, but her eyes were dodging.

"Two."

The flame in Su Yun's hand was already close to her forehead.

"One."

A cold light flared in Su Yun's eyes, and he was about to forcibly use a secret technique to search her Soul.

Just then, from the shadows behind the hall, a fiery red figure carrying a refreshing fragrance arrived gracefully like a red butterfly.

"Hehe, Husband, wait a moment."

Zi Yun stepped in her exquisite embroidered shoes, her waist swaying, holding a small silver pair of shears covered in barbs.

She smiled beautifully, so beautiful that the surrounding air carried a hint of enchantment.

She walked to Su Yun's side, first leaning obediently against his shoulder, then squinting at Qing Yuan on the ground with her autumn-water-like eyes.

"This kind of 'golden branch and jade leaf' from the Upper Realm has very tough bones; ordinary Soul searching easily makes their Divine Souls shatter."

Zi Yun crouched down, her slender fingers stroking Qing Yuan's skin, which was tightening due to fear.

"But in this servant's eyes, they are just a group of fledglings who haven't been disciplined."

"If Husband trusts Yun'er, hand her over to Yun'er to take to the Serene Valley on the back mountain. In less than half an hour, I can make her spit out how many times she secretly drank Immortal Dew when she was a child."

The silver shears in Zi Yun's hand made a crisp snapping sound, and a spine-chilling excitement revealed itself in her eyes.