Villain: Her Imagination Makes Me Invincible

Chapter 31 - Today, I’m afraid I’m really dead

Chapter 31: Today, I’m afraid I’m really dead

The entire blood-red space fell into a deathly silence at this moment.

Just a moment ago, it was complete chaos.

Ling Xue’s single sword strike had calmed everything down, like an anchor in the storm.

Those who were still alive now stared at Ling Xue with terror in their eyes!

What kind of terrifying power was this?  

With just one strike, he had wiped out half of their forces!  

Among them, there was even a late-stage Divine Source cultivator.

And after doing all this, Ling Xue remained unscathed, completely unharmed!

Could such a Demon Lord be dealt with by the combined forces of everyone present?  

At this moment, fear surged in everyone’s hearts. They knew now that they were facing an untouchable peak of power. Even if they all combined their strength, they still stood no chance at all.

This new Demon Lord, enhanced by the Qiankun Sword Art, was an unstoppable force!

Now, everyone began to regret having made a move.

If they couldn’t kill Ling Xue, there would only be one fate awaiting them all!

Immediately, someone knelt in the air and pleaded, “Lord Demon Lord, we… we acted rashly just now!”

“Please, Lord Demon Lord, forgive us. We were deceived by that man!”

“We…”

Everyone started kneeling and offering explanations.

But Ling Xue, of course, wasn’t interested in listening. He simply raised a finger to his lips and softly shushed them, signaling for silence.

In matters like this, he always judged by actions, not intentions.

He only cared about what they had done, not what they had to say.

Seeing Ling Xue’s gesture, everyone immediately fell silent.

All of them knelt in mid-air, lowering their heads, not daring to say another word.

Ling Xue temporarily ignored them and turned his gaze toward the group of black-robed figures.

Then, he began walking toward them, step by step.

He didn’t care about the random small fry who the black-robed man had incited—they were of no concern to him.

They posed no threat at all!

But the group of black-robed figures, which included seven Divine Source cultivators, surely had backing from a powerful force.

So, he needed to figure out who these people were and where they came from.

Ling Xue slowly approached the black-robed group.

At this moment, the black-robed figures remained silent, though fear flickered in their eyes as they looked at Ling Xue.

“Tell me where you’re from!” Ling Xue’s cold voice rang out.

But no one spoke. They did indeed have powerful backers, but if they exposed their affiliations now, it would be a death sentence once they returned.

So, none of them were willing to speak.

“My Demon Sect has plenty of methods to make the silent speak, but I’d prefer not to use them.” Ling Xue’s gaze swept over the group of black-robed figures. “So… I trust there’s a smart person among you who understands the situation.”

Despite Ling Xue’s words, no one spoke.

Neither did they dare to turn and run, nor did they dare to attack.

Seeing their silence, Ling Xue stepped forward again.

Then, his gaze locked onto one person!

“You, speak!” Ling Xue looked at the man.

The man lowered his head, remaining silent.

Whoosh!

In the next moment, a wave of blood-red spiritual energy swept through the air.

The man let out a scream before disintegrating into ashes!

Ling Xue then moved to the next person. “What about you? Can you speak?”

“I…” The person hesitated for a moment but still didn’t open his mouth.

Whoosh!

Another black-robed figure died at Ling Xue’s hands.

One by one, Ling Xue questioned the third, then the fourth…

There were still dozens of black-robed figures left, and sooner or later, someone would speak.

Ling Xue’s methodical questioning and swift executions sent waves of terror through the onlookers.

Cold sweat dripped from their foreheads as they feared they might be next.

They realized, with dread, that they had dared to join forces against him earlier.

Now, they were sure they were doomed!

At that moment, Ling Xue approached a black-robed woman.

She was a voluptuous, early-stage Divine Source cultivator.

Beneath her black cloak, her pale chin and collarbone were visible.

There was also the faint suggestion of a snowy-white cleavage.

Ling Xue stepped right up to her.

The black-robed woman instinctively took a half-step back.

“Don’t be afraid. As long as you tell me what I want to know, I won’t harm you.” Ling Xue smiled gently, then softly raised his hand, pulling back the hood of her cloak to reveal a pleasing face.

“Such a beautiful face. It would be a shame if it were to die like this, wouldn’t it?”

Ling Xue raised his hand, gently stroking the woman’s fair face. Though her face was full of fear, the black-robed woman still remained silent.

“Working for someone is still just working for someone. You still have a choice now, as long as you prove useful.” Ling Xue continued speaking, his hand moving downwards.

It lightly traced her pale neck, pausing at her collarbone.

His finger slowly slid across the prominent beauty bone.

At this moment, Ling Xue seemed unusually gentle. And this scene, of course, was entirely visible to Yun Luoxi, who was watching from afar.

As she saw Ling Xue’s fingers caressing the woman’s collarbone, Yun Luoxi’s brows furrowed slightly.

So, what was this scoundrel Ling Xue planning to do next?  

Was he going to continue touching her?