"¡Ella es mía! Te advierto Bai Zihua: si te atreves a lastimarla por tus discípulos, mataré tu linaje entero. Si te atreves a lastimarla por el resto del mundo, mataré a toda la humanidad!"
Las hermosas palabras de Qianmo resonaron en el viento mientras él sacaba su espada Fuxi, que rugía como un vendaval. La humedad en el aire congeló y se formó en cristales de hielo que giraban alrededor de Bai Zihua.
Gào Qiangu quedó estupefacta; todos los presentes estaban atónitos.
Sólo el viento lloraba, mientras veían a la punta de la espada de Bai Zihua caer lentamente, sin un cambio en su expresión facial. Solo se inclinó ligeramente y estaba a punto de dar otro paso.
Flower Qiangu's legs gave out, and she fell to her knees in the light wall. She frantically bowed her head, terror evident on her face. "Sifu! Don't! Please don't! It was all my fault! Everything is my fault! I have nothing to do with them! I'll go back with you and take punishment! I'll go back with you and take punishment!"
Everyone around could finally start breathing again as they gasped for air. The horrifying, terrifying intent that Bai Zihua had released just now was simply too shocking. The heavens seemed to freeze in place, and even the Immortals shuddered involuntarily.
Bai Zihua coldly glanced at Flower Qiangu without saying a word.
"Do not beg him, little girl," Shā Qiānmò said, advancing a few steps unsteadily as he tried to hug Flower Qiangu's small body. He only touched the cold light wall.
Flower Qiangu's heart ached terribly. Her hand pressed against the light wall tightly with hers. "Sister, you've promised little bone not to kill anymore. Don't meddle in little bone's affairs; she did something wrong and should return home to take punishment! Little bone has never begged for anything from you. If you really want to help me, please remember this child next time when I need it."
Shā Qiānmò looked at the still unconscious Nan Wuyue beside her and nodded gently.
Flower Qiangu happily nodded, making a funny face as she used to do with him. Shā Qiānmò's nose tingled, almost unable to stop himself from crying.
"Don't cry; it won't be pretty…" Flower Qiangu tried to smile but it looked even worse than crying.
Bai Zihua moved swiftly and was already ten feet away in an instant. Shā Qiānmò's hand fell empty as Flower Qiangu floated far away with the light wall. Bai Zihua's body swayed slightly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Devil King!" Chunqiu Bùbài and others wanted to rush forward to support him but he stopped them with his hand.
No giving up! No giving up! How could he just give in like this! Shā Qiānmò looked ahead, a tragic and fierce expression on his face.
"Sovereign!" Xuanyuan Lang and the Cloud Concealment group hurriedly held him back. Although they were also concerned about Flower Qiangu's safety, they couldn't resort to force like Immortals or demons could.
Bai Zihua frowned as he flew through the wind and said coldly, "No need for both of you to waste words. Humans have laws; immortals have their own rules. After review by the Three Sovereigns, Flower Qiangu will be dealt with according to Changliu sect's regulations."
Xuanyuan Lang didn't understand Changliu's regulations and was unaware of the Three Sovereigns' review. However, he saw Qīngshuǐ and Luo Shiyi's faces instantly pale and felt a premonition that things were going badly.
"Your Highness, even if Flower Qiangu made grave mistakes, but the emergence of the Demon God has been timely stopped. She is willing to accept punishment; please show leniency…"
"It's useless to say more! Your Majesty, focus on your human affairs! This matter in the Immortal Realm isn't for you to interfere with," Bai Zihua said coldly.
The Immortals and Changliu disciples flew together towards Longliushan. The next discussion would be about how to handle the Demon God and Flower Qiangu.
Bai Zihua se detuvo repentinamente frente a la barrera de Changliu. "Changliu es el cielo celestial, además en tiempos especiales como estos, Su Majestad con un ejército pesado no puede acompañarnos todos al monte."
Xuanyuan Lang quedó estupefacto. ¿Será que Bai Zihua ya sabe los resultados de la audiencia y quiere despedirlo a fin de no permitir su entrada en el monte, por miedo a que se ponga furioso? "Señor Supremo?! Voy a protestar." Quería acercarse a hablar, pero fue detenido por los discípulos de Changliu y quedó atrapado girando desesperadamente en su lugar.
Bai Zihua no rechazó la propuesta del Templo Emocional y llevó a Hua Qiangu y Nan Wuyue hacia el templo principal de Changliu. De repente, recordó algo y volteó a ver a Dongfang Yuqing, quien siempre había sido el más frío e indiferente.
Dongfang Yuqing se inclinó sonriendo con una expresión amable: "Soy un viajero solo, no tengo intenciones maliciosas. Como amigo, me preocupo por Hua Qiangu y quisiera estar a su lado. No importa los resultados de la audiencia."
Los dos intercambiaron miradas. Bai Zihua sabía que Dongfang Yuqing era el más difícil de manejar entre ellos. Sin embargo, Hua Qiangu y Nan Wuyue ya estaban firmemente atrapados; incluso si Dongfang Yuqing tenía un poder celestial, no podría salvarlos.
Hua Qiangu vio que Bai Zihua no se oponía a Dongfang Yuqing, y finalmente podía observarlo más. Alegremente, hizo una señal de victoria con la mano. Dongfang Yuqing sonrió tristemente, moviendo la cabeza. Eran tiempos complicados para ella y aún así, sabía encontrar la alegría.
"Encierren a estos dos en las celdas celestiales y después interrogarlos," dijo Bai Zihua, entrando al templo mientras agitaba el manto; nunca pronunció una palabra más hacia Hua Qiangu.