Chapter 545 Lying on the ground and licking...
And at this moment, Qianluo Palace.
Mu Gengli's originally handsome face was now distorted by extreme anger, and the rage on his face seemed to be able to burn everything.
He widened his eyes and shouted again to Su Chenyin who was not far away:
"Saintess, I will say it again, please activate this formation immediately!"
Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth, filled with endless anger and majesty.
"If not, I really can't guarantee what I will do next! Maybe you will regret it!"
His voice was like thunder, echoing in the air, and his eyes revealed a hint of madness, as if he was an enraged beast, ready to pounce and tear the opponent into pieces at any time.
Facing Mu Gengli who was so furious, Su Chenyin behaved unusually calmly and composedly.
The corners of her mouth slightly raised, and she said provocatively:
"Haha, then I want to see what you can do. If you have the guts, just come at me!"
After saying that, she did not forget to give Mu Gengli a mocking smile, as if she was admiring his impotent rage.
When Mu Gengli saw this, the rage in his heart grew stronger, almost devouring him completely.
In a rage and humiliation, he could no longer suppress his anger and waved his sleeves violently.
In an instant, a spiritual power so powerful that it frightened people was like a surging torrent, sweeping towards Su Chenyin with overwhelming force.
This spiritual power was so powerful that even the air seemed to be torn apart wherever it passed, emitting bursts of piercing whistling sounds.
However, facing such a fierce attack, Su Chenyin stood there without moving.
Her beautiful eyes not only did not reveal any fear, but instead flashed with ridicule and disdain.
However, on her beautiful face, there was still a faint smile of contempt, as if she did not take this earth-shattering blow seriously at all.
Just as the violent spiritual power was about to hit Su Chenyin hard, an agile figure suddenly stood in front of her.
Looking closely, the figure was none other than Mu Lingyu.
As for the spiritual power that Mu Gengli exerted with all his strength, it penetrated straight into Mu Lingyu's chest.
In an instant, a stream of scarlet blood gushed out of his mouth like a flood breaking through a dam.
Mu Lingyu felt a blackness before his eyes, and all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away in an instant. He collapsed to the ground limply, with only a weak breath left to gasp for life.
Mu Gengli witnessed this horrific scene and felt heartbroken.
His eyes were wide open, as if his eyeballs were about to fall out of their sockets, and his face was full of astonishment and uncontrollable anger.
His lips trembled, and he roared at Mu Lingyu in a hoarse voice that was almost speechless:
"Why? Why on earth? Ling'er, are you crazy?"
"Ling'er, why did you help her block the attack? Are you crazy?"
Mu Gengli's roar echoed in the air, deafening. In addition to shock, his eyes were filled with deep pain.
He didn't understand why his son suddenly stood in front of Su Chenyin.
Could it be... Could it be that my son really fell in love with Su Chenyin, to the point of being blinded by love and losing his mind?
But as soon as this thought came up, it was immediately rejected by Mu Gengli.
Because he knew his son too well, and was well aware of his stubborn, proud and confident personality.
No matter how much he loves someone, he would never easily do such a life-threatening act.
So, what was the real reason why his son did this?
Mu Gengli really couldn't understand it.
In the next second, his doubts were answered.
Mu Lingyu, who was already dying, suddenly had a dull look in his eyes, as if he had lost his soul.
He replied slowly in an emotionless, mechanical tone:
"It is my...responsibility to protect the master."
Before he finished speaking, Su Chenyin on the side sneered, "Humph, what an obedient lackey, so good."
Then she actually said: "In that case, then lie on the ground and lick the blood off the ground."
No one expected that after hearing these words, Mu Lingyu actually started to carry out this humiliating order without hesitation.
He used up his last bit of strength and struggled to support his shaky body with his trembling arms.
His legs were no longer strong enough to stand up straight, and he could only crawl forward slowly, trembling with each step, on the freezing cold floor.
Every inch he moved required a great deal of effort, while at the same time he had to endure the excruciating pain coming from the wound on his chest.
Blood continued to flow out of the wound, dripping onto the floor, forming a long, shocking bloodstain.
His eyes were empty and lifeless. He slowly stuck out his tongue and licked the blood on the ground with all his might.
Each move seemed so greedy, yet also carried a sense of despair and helplessness.
The people around were all shocked when they saw this scene, and they couldn't help but gasp.
Some people could not bear such a bloody and horrific scene, and quickly turned their heads away, closed their eyes, and dared not look at it any more.
Others covered their mouths, trying to suppress the nausea that was welling up in their hearts.
When Mu Gengli saw his son's miserable condition, his heart felt as if pierced by thousands of arrows. Anger and grief overwhelmed him like a surging tide.
His eyes widened, their eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets, his face flushed red, and his body trembled slightly with extreme excitement.
He was furious and asked loudly to Su Chenyin:
"Su Chenyin! What on earth did you do to my son?"
At this moment, his voice had become hoarse, filled with endless grief and anger.
And the look in his eyes as he looked at Su Chenyin revealed a deep hatred and hostility.
Facing Mu Gengli's angry rebuke, Su Chenyin simply smiled lightly and contemptuously.
She raised her long eyebrows and said with disdain:
"Hmph, what are you doing? Palace Master Mu, don't you have eyes? Can't you see for yourself?"
Her eyes were cold as ice, ruthlessly sweeping across Mu Gengli's face, which was distorted by anger, as if she was appreciating the pain he was suffering.
At this moment, Mrs. Mu Gengli, He Yingxiu, who had been in a state of fear and shock, finally came to her senses slowly.
When she saw clearly what was happening before her eyes, she felt dizzy, her heart ached, and tears instantly blurred her eyes.
"Ling'er, my Ling'er..."
He Yingxiu's voice was shrill and desperate, her face was as pale as paper, and her lips were bloodless.
She cried and staggered towards her son, then fell heavily to her knees with a thump.