118: There is no rehearsal in life, my life is live broadcast every day!

Facing such a situation, Grand Elder Han Xue's charming face, full of allure, instantly became even more solemn and gloomy.

It was as if it had been covered by a thick layer of frost.

Because from Xuan Tianchen's tone, she keenly sensed a tangible and astonishing killing intent.

It was clear that Xuan Tianchen's words at this moment were by no means empty threats; he had truly harbored murderous intentions.

To dare threaten a Quasi-Emperor Sixth Level powerhouse like her with just a Saint Monarch cultivation, only This Imperial Son of the Xuan Clan could be so arrogant and reckless.

If she refused at this moment, both she and Murong Yanran would likely fall into an irreversible and perilous situation today, their lives hanging by a thread.

But to let her body be defiled by a mere twenty-year-old boy, for her, it was simply more unbearable than death!

Back when she entered the world to undergo her Mortal Tribulation, she hadn't even allowed a man to touch her hand.

For tens of thousands of years, while diligently cultivating the Heartless Great Dao, she had steadfastly maintained her chastity.

It was precisely because of this that her cultivation progressed rapidly, eventually allowing her to leap to become the Grand Elder of the Jueqing Immortal Sect.

In other words, as the Grand Elder of the Jueqing Immortal Sect, she was still a virgin who had never known a man.

This was also one of the reasons Xuan Tianchen took an interest in her.

After all, an old A8 is still an A8, let alone an old A8 that no one has ever driven.

After a few moments of thought, a look of grim determination finally appeared in Han Xue's beautiful eyes, her gaze burning like a dying flame.

"Imperial Scion, are you truly leaving no way out?"

Her voice was low as she slowly asked, each word seemingly carrying a heavy sigh.

If she were to agree to Xuan Tianchen's coercion at this moment, not only would her comprehension of the Heartless Great Dao be completely wasted, but her cultivation would also be severely hindered.

Furthermore, as the Grand Elder of the Jueqing Immortal Sect, she must always prioritize the reputation of the Jueqing Immortal Sect.

Therefore, even if it meant death, she absolutely could not allow Xuan Tianchen, this beast in human skin, to succeed.

If the situation turned even slightly unfavorable later, she would use all her strength to send Murong Yanran back to the Jueqing Immortal Sect.

As for herself, she had already prepared for a desperate fight.

The Jueqing Immortal Sect would never be coerced by anyone!

Dignity and honor are above all else!

"Alas, it seems you intend to refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. In that case, This Imperial Son can only resort to force!"

Xuan Tianchen shook his head slightly, greatly disappointed, his face filled with a sinister expression.

But then, a cold curve suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Elder Yan, suppress this heaven and earth!"

"This old man obeys!"

Elder Yan's voice then suddenly boomed from the depths of the void, like a clap of thunder, shaking hearts.

In an instant, a terrifying and peerless pressure instantly poured down, as if Mount Tai was pressing down, firmly sealing off the entire Fengming Valley.

"This aura... so strong!!"

"What is this person's cultivation?"

Almost at the same moment, extreme shock appeared on the faces of both Han Xue and Murong Yanran, their expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

They tried to resist, but they were utterly powerless.

Because at this moment, both of them had been completely confined in place by Elder Yan's terrifying aura and pressure, like ice-bound sculptures, unable to move an inch.

"Grand Elder Han Xue has cultivated for tens of thousands of years, yet she has never experienced the greatest pleasure in life. It's inevitable that she would feel regret. This Imperial Son will fulfill Grand Elder Han Xue's regret today!"

As Xuan Tianchen spoke, he had already taken a step, instantly appearing before Grand Elder Han Xue.

Seeing this, Han Xue and Murong Yanran immediately felt extreme unease, yet they were helpless, only able to watch the tragedy unfold.

Suddenly, Xuan Tianchen lunged, instantly tearing off the magnificent robe from Grand Elder Han Xue's body.

In an instant, Han Xue's entire being was completely revealed to Xuan Tianchen, without a stitch of clothing.

"Today, This Imperial Son hereby grants a great amnesty to the world...!"

With a lewd laugh from Xuan Tianchen, he then summoned his ten Saint clones.

Then, with a thought from his main body, the ten powerful clones immediately swarmed forward.

At this moment, with the ten clones acting together, the immobilized Han Xue could only watch herself fall into an endless abyss.

At the same time, Xuan Tianchen's main body watched with relish from the side, his face filled with twisted excitement: "Life has no rehearsals; my life is a live broadcast every day!"

However, Murong Yanran, witnessing this unbearable scene, found tears gushing from her beautiful eyes like a broken dam, unable to stop.

"Grand Elder Han Xue, I have harmed you!"

At this moment, her heart was in excruciating pain, as if pierced by countless sharp blades.

Seeing this, Xuan Tianchen's main body then elegantly leaned close to her, and gently kissed her red lips.

"Murong Yanran, don't cry. Crying isn't pretty! Look, Grand Elder Han Xue, how much she's enjoying it."

Xuan Tianchen's playful words were accompanied by a smug, conceited expression that was nauseating.

Looking sideways at this moment, the scene that met the eye was extremely visually impactful.

One could only see Grand Elder Han Xue of the Jueqing Immortal Sect continuously retreating under the combined assault of Xuan Tianchen's ten clones.

Her beautiful face was filled with grievance and humiliation, tears streaming down her cheeks like a broken dam.

Coupled with her still alluring appearance as a beautiful mature woman, it evoked a feeling of pity in those who watched.

In the throes of it all, she stared intently at Xuan Tianchen.

Her eyes were filled with pleading and despair, as if begging Xuan Tianchen to spare her.

Even in Murong Yanran's beautiful eyes, there was no longer the arrogance she had before, only endless despair and pain.

But Xuan Tianchen was not only unmoved by this; instead, he wore a look of pleasure and excitement.

His expression was like that of a demon admiring his masterpiece.

He simply wanted Murong Yanran, as a Child of Fortune, to witness with her own eyes how Han Xue was slowly ruined by him.

After an incense stick's time... Xuan Tianchen's main body, seeing that the time was almost right, with a thought, instantly withdrew his ten clones.

And Han Xue, at this moment, felt a sense of relief; she only felt as if something within her had been completely emptied.

Just as she was still lingering on what had just happened... Xuan Tianchen's main body suddenly slowly leaned closer, a meaningful smile on his face as he said:

"How is it, Grand Elder Han Xue, isn't this feeling wonderful beyond words?"

However, before his words had even finished, Xuan Tianchen suddenly extended his right hand and grabbed her head.

Immediately, terrifying refining power erupted from his palm, and in just a blink of an eye, it refined her into a dried corpse.

Then, with a gentle squeeze from Xuan Tianchen, Han Xue's entire being completely turned into dust and dissipated before his eyes.

Not even a trace of her Quasi-Emperor divine soul remained.

Thus, Grand Elder Han Xue of the Jueqing Immortal Sect, a Quasi-Emperor Sixth Level powerhouse, ultimately died under Xuan Tianchen's humiliation.

Murong Yanran watched this scene, and tears immediately flowed like a tide.

She wanted to cry, but found that she couldn't make a sound at all at this moment, as if all the sorrow was stuck in her throat, suffocating her.

"Watching your elder be humiliated to death by This Imperial Son, are you very angry? It's good that you're angry; otherwise, how would people say This Imperial Son is a bad person!"

Xuan Tianchen sneered, his eyes full of mockery, his expression evil and cold.

Since they had played enough for now, it was time to send Murong Yanran on her way.