388: Chapter 388 Xu Ruyu Arrives: You Fox Clan, You've Gone Too Far!

"Wah—"

As the clothing on Xiao Nianyin's body was torn open, a gasp of amazement couldn't help but rise from behind Zhou Jingxing, mixed with the sound of swallowing saliva.

"So beautiful!"

"I can't take it anymore!"

"Senior Brother Zhou, hurry! Hurry!"

A few who couldn't hold back started pushing forward, only to be held back by those beside them.

"Don't rush, don't rush, Senior Brother Zhou goes first!"

"What are you pushing for!"

Zhou Jingxing's eyes also lit up, as if flames were burning within them.

He stared fixedly at that expanse of exposed skin, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his breathing becoming heavy.

"Worthy of being a Saint Realm Expert..." he muttered, his voice somewhat hoarse, "This skin is more tender than a baby's, smoother than the finest silk..."

He reached out his hand, slowly moving it toward that expanse of skin, his eyes filled with greed.

Xiao Nianyin shrank back desperately, but behind her was the cold, damp stone wall; there was nowhere left to retreat. She could only watch helplessly as that hand drew closer and closer—

Just at the moment that hand was about to touch her skin, she closed her eyes, tears sliding down silently.

In her mind, a figure suddenly flashed by.

Green robes, a smile, those eyes forever carrying a hint of mockery and confidence.

The way he stood atop Wangyue Peak, taking on four by himself, easily crushing Leng Ningshuang and the others.

The way he looked in Fire Cloud Cave, hair standing on end and face scorched black from an explosion, yet still smiling and saying, "Only after it explodes can there be data."

The half-smiling expression he wore outside the Transmission Monument Forest, when protected behind the Taihao Clan, watching Mo Feng get punished to sweep the Spirit Toilet.

Xu Ruyu...

What is he doing?

Probably doing Artifact Refining with the Taihao Clan, right? He wouldn't know she is here.

Even if he knew, would he come?

She had treated him like that back then, schemed against him, almost killed him... He must hate her to the core, right? He must be wishing for her to suffer, right?

He won't come...

He won't come...

Xiao Nianyin's heart sank, bit by bit, into an abyss of despair.

It was a despair more terrifying than death—the despair of being abandoned, being forgotten, and enduring all of this alone.

She no longer struggled, no longer resisted, just closed her eyes, waiting for that humiliating moment.

Her body was trembling slightly; that was uncontrollable fear.

Zhou Jingxing's laughter echoed in her ears, those filthy words rushing in like a tide.

"Stop pretending. You even sleep with your own disciple; what is there left to pretend about?"

"Today, let this Young Master also have a taste of what those experts from back then couldn't taste!"

"Rest assured, as long as you cooperate obediently, this Young Master will be a little more gentle..."

Xiao Nianyin's tears flowed uncontrollably.

She remembered herself back then, high and mighty, her word being law. At that time, who dared to say a single word of dissent in front of her? Who dared to look at her with such eyes?

But now...

Is this retribution?

Just at the moment that hand was about to touch her skin—

"Pfft!"

An extremely faint, muffled sound, like a bubble bursting.

That hand about to touch her suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Xiao Nianyin felt that the hand hadn't landed and opened her eyes in confusion.

Then, she saw a scene she would never forget for the rest of her life.

Zhou Jingxing's face was stopped less than a foot in front of her.

His eyes were wide open, his eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets.

His mouth was still open, the expression on his face frozen at the moment desire was about to be satisfied—greedy, excited, impatient.

But in those eyes, all vitality had been lost, leaving only a void.

On his forehead, a tiny blood hole had appeared.

Very small, only the size of a fingertip, the edges neat, as if pierced by the sharpest needle.

Fresh blood gurgled out from that blood hole, sliding down the bridge of his nose and dripping onto Xiao Nianyin's face.

Warm, with a metallic, fishy scent.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

Xiao Nianyin was stunned.

She stared blankly at that face, at those eyes that refused to close even in death, completely unable to understand what had happened.

Zhou Jingxing's body fell straight backward, hitting the ground with a "thud," kicking up a cloud of dust.

His limbs twitched twice, then stopped moving completely.

Those eyes remained open, staring at the ceiling of the cave, refusing to close in death.

Fresh blood flowed from the hole in his forehead, slowly spreading on the ground, forming a shocking pool of dark red.

The cave instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Torches crackled, illuminating the terrified faces of everyone present.

The few lackeys stood frozen in place, completely unable to react to what had just happened.

"Senior... Senior Brother Zhou?"

"Senior Brother Zhou, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't joke around, Senior Brother Zhou..."

Someone stepped forward, wanting to help Zhou Jingxing up.

But when he turned Zhou Jingxing over, what he saw was that face with the blood hole, eyes refusing to close in death.

"Ah—!"

The man let out a shriek, his voice shrill and piercing, echoing throughout the cave.

He backed away repeatedly, landing on his butt, and scrambled backward using his hands and feet, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

"Dead... dead! Senior Brother Zhou is dead!"

"What?!"

"How is that possible?!"

The crowd fell into chaos; some looked around, some curled up trembling, others tried to run outside.

Mo Ran was also stunned, the smile on his face frozen, shock and disbelief flashing in his eyes.

He instinctively took a step back, leaning against the cold stone wall.

And just at this moment, a voice, icy to the extreme and filled with endless rage, came from the cave entrance:

"You Taihu Clan, you go too far!"

The voice was not loud, yet it exploded in everyone's ears like a thunderclap!

The killing intent in that voice was like solid ice, making everyone feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, their blood freezing solid!

Everyone turned their heads in unison, looking toward the cave entrance.

There, a figure in green robes was slowly walking in.

The firelight illuminated his face—young, handsome, but at this moment, terrifyingly livid.

Those eyes that usually carried a hint of mockery were now burning with raging fire, a fire so intense it was almost tangible, ready to burn everything before him to ashes!

Around him, a terrifying aura radiated. That aura was more powerful and more terrifying than anything anyone present had ever seen! It was an aura that made one tremble from the depths of their Soul!

Xu Ruyu.

Mo Ran's pupils contracted sharply.