Chapter 415 I’m not used to leaving you behind suddenly!

An irresistible force teleported Li Xuanfeng, An Ya, and the Tower of Heaven to the distant starry sky, while Leng Wuyan remained behind.

"Go forward, don't look back!"

Leng Wuyan's Divine Sense message echoed in Li Xuanfeng's mind.

Facing a Saint King, there could be no hesitation; even a moment's delay would drastically reduce the chance of escape.

"I've been very happy during this time!"

A cold voice reverberated through the top floor of the Tower of Heaven.

That Leng Wuyan could say such a thing truly surprised Li Xuanfeng, but it also indicated that Leng Wuyan believed she could not escape this time.

"Sister Wuyan!"

Although An Ya didn't know exactly what had happened, she also realized danger was approaching; Leng Wuyan was going to sacrifice herself to cover their retreat.

The Frost Sword Qi, like a brilliant galaxy spanning the sky, slashed towards a black-robed figure in space. After unleashing the sword strike, Leng Wuyan immediately tore through space and fled.

However, the next moment, space in the distance vibrated, and the white-robed figure flew backward from the Void Realm, smashing through more than a dozen uninhabited stars.

The stars exploded like fireworks, turning into cosmic dust.

The white-robed figure was covered in blood, their aura weak, floating helplessly in space like fragments of a planet. The longsword in their hand had fallen off at some unknown point and flown to an unknown location.

"You couldn't possibly think that after escaping from this Saint once, you could do it a second time, could you?"

A faint Divine Sense voice spread throughout this part of space.

Like the black-robed Saint Li Xuanfeng killed in the Desolate Abyss, this person also wore a black robe, their face hidden beneath a hood.

Not only was their face obscured, but even the aura they projected was likely disguised.

Leng Wuyan barely managed to stabilize herself amidst a pile of floating planetary fragments. Her cold and beautiful face was extremely pale, with glaring streaks of blood on her forehead and at the corners of her mouth.

It had taken Li Xuanfeng seven months to finally heal her Dao injury, and she hadn't expected to be back at square one so quickly. In fact, her current injuries were even more severe than before.

The might of a Saint King was irresistible.

It seemed like only one realm separated the Late Stage Saint and a Saint King, but the difference in strength was ridiculously vast; Leng Wuyan had no power to fight back.

If this Saint King hadn't wanted to capture her alive, he could have killed her directly just now.

Whoosh!

The longsword flew back from a distant meteorite, carving a path of ice and frost through space, finally blocking the way between Leng Wuyan and the black-robed Saint King.

The black-robed Saint King gently pressed his index finger downwards, and the longsword immediately seemed to suffer a heavy blow, plummeting towards the icy, desolate depths of space beneath Leng Wuyan's feet, vanishing into a speck of light in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Leng Wuyan's blood-stained face remained expressionless.

If it hadn't been to save Li Xuanfeng and An Ya, she might have had a chance to escape this time, but she had no regrets.

Allowing Li Xuanfeng to help her remove the Dao residual had always carried the risk of being perceived by a Saint King. It could be said that her request had placed Li Xuanfeng in constant potential danger.

Now that the Dao residual had just been cleared, only to be pursued by a Saint King, one could only say their Luck was bad.

Furthermore, although these past seven months had been ordinary, they were extremely precious memories for her. She had never experienced such peaceful and warm days before.

So she gave up her chance to escape.

"If you hadn't already met the conditions, this Saint would truly want to try killing you right now, to see if you could still find a way out of a desperate situation!"

The black-robed Saint King looked at Leng Wuyan, his expression hidden beneath his hood.

They had been pursuing Leng Wuyan for a long time, but had never succeeded. Either she killed them in return, or she found a glimmer of Life Qi in a desperate situation and managed to escape.

After multiple consecutive failures, a Saint King was finally dispatched.

However, having survived so many desperate situations, it was sufficient proof that Leng Wuyan possessed extraordinary Luck and was the kind of person they were looking for. Therefore, the Saint King's mission was to capture her alive.

He just hadn't expected her to escape even the first time.

Now, because Leng Wuyan had saved Li Xuanfeng and An Ya, she had missed her best chance to escape. In the Saint King's eyes, there was no longer any possibility of her getting away.

But this, in turn, piqued his curiosity. If he were to kill Leng Wuyan directly this time, could her extraordinary Luck still help her find a way out of a desperate situation?

Although curious, he did not do so.

Looking at the heavily injured and expressionless Leng Wuyan, the black-robed Saint King was about to seize her and take her back to report his success.

However, a ripple spread through space, and a slender figure appeared out of thin air beside Leng Wuyan.

"Why did you come back?!"

Leng Wuyan, who had shown little change in expression even when she knew she was beyond saving, suddenly turned her head to look at Li Xuanfeng. It was the first time Li Xuanfeng had seen an expression of anger on her face.

"You couldn't possibly think he could escape, could you?"

The black-robed Saint King said with interest.

With his strength, capturing Leng Wuyan alive and then catching up to Li Xuanfeng would be no difficulty at all. Where could a fellow who wasn't even a Half-Saint run to?

Killing him from hundreds of millions of kilometers away would be but a thought.

"We've been together all these days, it's a bit unfamiliar to suddenly leave you behind."

Li Xuanfeng looked at her and smiled. It had to be said that an angry Leng Wuyan had a unique charm.

Leng Wuyan stared at him blankly for a moment, then became expressionless again.

A faint sigh escaped her lips. She seemed to have lost all strength, her body floating helplessly like cosmic dust.

At that moment, a large hand naturally wrapped around her perfect waist. A familiar energy emanated from the warm palm, spreading to all her wounds and helping to stabilize her injuries.

Leng Wuyan's delicate body stiffened slightly. Although Li Xuanfeng had treated her injuries for seven months, such intimate contact was a first.

However, after her body stiffened for a moment, Leng Wuyan seemed to have come to a realization and leaned against Li Xuanfeng.

"Falling into his hands will not end well."

With her pale face resting on Li Xuanfeng's shoulder, Leng Wuyan whispered, her beautiful eyes filled with determination.

Since Li Xuanfeng had already made the wrong choice and the outcome was decided, blaming him would be useless.

Falling into the Saint King's hands, a tragic end surely awaited her. Rather than that, she would prefer to die. It was just a pity for An Ya; the little one had just emerged from grief, only to be separated from the world forever again.

"No, he is not worthy to take you away, nor is he worthy to harm me and Little Ya."

Li Xuanfeng coldly glanced at the black-robed Saint King.

The black-robed Saint King merely sneered, saying nothing, and reached out with his large hand, intending to take Li Xuanfeng and Leng Wuyan together.

Buzz!

However, a ripple suddenly spread out.

A Jade Slip appeared before Li Xuanfeng at some unknown point, shattering silently.

"Hmm?!"

A sudden shiver ran through the black-robed Saint King's heart. He decisively retracted his hand, simultaneously mobilizing his power, ready to defend or flee at any moment.

The aura released by the shattered Jade Slip felt somewhat familiar to him, but the faint fluctuation made him uncertain and surprised.

A phantom figure in a magnificent palace dress condensed, exuding nobility, elegance, and dignity, like an unparalleled empress residing on a throne, not to be profaned. The invisible aura alone made people instinctively want to prostrate themselves in worship.

The woman's indifferent Phoenix eyes swept around, instantly understanding the situation before her.

"It seems you've encountered quite a bit of trouble this time, my dear disciple!"

Li Xuanfeng scanned Leng Wuyan, and seeing her embraced by him, a knowing smile involuntarily appeared in the corner of her eye.

"Lord of the Eastern Profound Domain!"

The black-robed Saint King, shrouded by his hood, seemed extremely shocked. However, upon sensing the mere King Realm fluctuation from the Incarnation of Lian Yuezhou, he quickly regained his composure.

"The rats in the gutters have become increasingly rampant and active these past years!"

Lian Yuezhou looked coldly at the black-robed Saint King, and a chilling killing intent permeated the air.

"Does Palace Master Lian intend to act against me with just this Incarnation?"

The black-robed Saint King's tone was calm.

As one of the supreme powerhouses of the Canglan Realm, Lian Yuezhou was certainly an existence he could not afford to provoke. However, what stood before him was merely an Incarnation, and an Incarnation with only King Realm cultivation. He could extinguish her with a single breath!