少妇人妻互换不带套

And the “Future Sword” doesn’t strike the present—it strikes the future!

The moment the sword is swung, under the influence of temporal laws, the target is bound to be hit by this strike unless you can master a method to counteract the ‘Space-Time Traversal’.

Golden Tranquil dodged the ‘present’ but then collided with the sword light of the “Future Sword.” A layer of golden paint was scraped off, revealing the interior beneath the coat of gold.

Song Shuhang, who had been observing Golden Tranquil with the ‘Heavenly Dao’s Vision,’ slightly focused his gaze, locking onto the scraped area of Golden Tranquil.

The body beneath, clear and pretty like glass gemstones, seemed very familiar.

“So that’s it, it’s just a layer of golden paint,” Song Shuhang slowly said.

In all the myriad practitioners in the universe, the only one who would do this, and to oneself no less, is probably just one.

“Repainting is expensive,” Golden Tranquil said nonchalantly after being hit by a sword from the Heavenly Emperor’s Son—perhaps because her face also had a layer of golden paint, her true complexion couldn’t be seen.

From the outside, apart from having a layer of paint scraped off, her main body seemed to be unharmed.

It must be noted that the Heavenly Emperor’s Son’s recent sword strike was not a mere probing cut but a real sword technique imbued with killing intent.

“Fellow friend, someone is trying to chop you down, and you’re worried about some paint?” the Bone Dragon Artifact Spirit couldn’t help but say.

It’s like someone across from you is coming at you with a knife, and you’re concerned about a tear in your clothes?

Focus on what’s important!

Your life is at risk, and yet you’re worried about some paint?

“Don’t underestimate this gold paint. Although it’s just a scratch on the surface, if I want to fix it, I have to repaint this whole area. And the color tone of the repainted area won’t match the original, making it impossible to restore perfectly,” Golden Tranquil pointed at the region on her shoulder as she spoke.

Bone Dragon Artifact Spirit: “…”

“By the way, Artifact Spirit fellow friend, would you like some paint? Aside from Domineering Gold and Stylish Silver, I’ve also developed Noble Purple, Melancholy Blue, and Vibrant Multicolor. There’s definitely one that would suit you!” Golden Tranquil took the opportunity to pitch her products.

“…” Bone Dragon Artifact Spirit: “Fellow friend, you should focus on saving your own life first.”

“No worries, I don’t actually have any major conflict with the Heavenly Emperor’s Son. If I let her chop at me a few times, she’ll calm down,” Golden Tranquil waved her hand nonchalantly.

Bone Dragon Artifact Spirit: “…”

Song Shuhang: “…”

“Hehe.” A pleasant…sneer echoed from the void.

Some people’s voice lines just aren’t meant for sneering. Even the coldest laugh from them doesn’t sound threatening—in this case, Soft Feather’s voice line was such, not suited for a cold demeanor.

A few sword strikes to cool off?

Simply wishful thinking.

The relationship between her, Cheng Lin, and Song Shuhang qualifies as a life-or-death struggle.

Song Shuhang and Cheng Lin want her.

She equally yearns for Song Shuhang and Cheng Lin.

Neither side will give in.

“Since you want to stand there and let me land a few strikes to vent, then just stand still,” said the Heavenly Emperor’s Son Ping, raising her sword in hand.

The weight of many years bore down on the tip of the sword.

Powerful enough to ‘Destroy Stars,’ those laws and power were concentrated at the tip of the Heavenly Emperor’s Son’s sword.

If this strike were to land, even if the power was controlled and compressed, neither the mysterious island nor the dragon tomb would survive the aftermath.

“Don’t fight here! Please, don’t fight in this place!” the Fairy with silver hair and a scar on her back couldn’t help but stand up and plead.

She didn’t want her shelter to be destroyed.

“No need to worry,” the Heavenly Emperor’s Son fluttered the long sword in hand, and the power that was previously concentrated at the tip of the sword was further compressed to a tiny pinpoint: “The moment I kill him, I’ll instantly teleport away.”

This degree of control was something the Heavenly Emperor’s Son could still achieve.

“Don’t move a muscle, just stand there, Cheng Lin,” ordered the Heavenly Emperor’s son as he thrust his sword forward.

“You’ve got the wrong person… Fairy,” the golden-hued Cheng Lin’s figure turned into nothingness, vanishing beside the dragon tomb.

There are only two kinds of people who would not dodge such a strike.

One is truly badass.

The other is truly foolish.

And she was neither.

“Actually, my name is Cheng Goudan. Cheng Lin is really dead, truly dead… You don’t believe it? Why don’t you divinate it?” At the same time as she turned into nothingness, the lingering voice of golden Cheng Lin called out.

“Whether you’re Cheng Goudan, Golden Goudan, or Silver Goudan, the outcome will be the same,” the Heavenly Emperor’s son said as he flicked his arm, creating a flourish of his sword in the vacuum!

She hadn’t been standing still in the vacuum, refraining from acting just to watch the show.

The space near the mysterious island was already under the absolute spatial sealing array she had laid out.

Around the edges of the dragon tomb, she had secretly scattered many new kinds of Spatial Imprisonment Techniques.

Her Spatial Imprisonment Techniques weren’t just simple spatial locks… they were true ‘Space-Time Imprisonments.’

The powers of both time and space here transformed into the ‘domain’ of the Heavenly Emperor’s son.

The once nothingness-transformed golden Cheng Lin was suddenly forced out of her ‘void’ state.

Then, just like the ‘Future Sword,’ countless beams of sword light burst forth in the vacuum, relentlessly striking the golden Cheng Lin.

Each beam of sword light stripped away a piece of golden paint from her body.

The clouds of golden paint turned to powder and drifted down from the sky…

A small part of it fell into a groove of the crystal coffin, mixing with the fresh blood that golden Cheng Lin had previously placed there.

On the crystal coffin, the formation that The White Dragon had set up by herself lit up faintly once more.

Neither the confronting golden Cheng Lin nor the Heavenly Emperor’s son noticed this subtle change.

However, Song Shuhang, who was observing the world meticulously through the ‘Heavenly Dao’s Vision’ mode, keenly caught onto it.

‘Golden paint powder + fresh blood’?

Or maybe, The White Dragon didn’t need fresh blood to resurrect… but instead, the gold paint?

Could the pattern on the crystal coffin be a setup to collect gold paint for her?

Even in resurrection, she wanted to come back in the form of the ‘ancestral golden dragon’?

[Should I privately message The White Dragon and ask for the answer?]

The thought flashed by and was temporarily stored in his ‘memo’ in memory.

Then, Song Shuhang’s gaze once again locked onto Cheng Lin.

At this moment, Cheng Lin, stripped of all her golden paint, revealed her complete, shiny, glass-like body, glistening like a piece of art.

Cheng Lin sighed softly as she circulated her true qi.

In the next moment, a set of exquisite ‘female armor’ covered her body, arming her.

Armor intent?!

No, it was saber intent!

The full name: saber intent armor.

Before Tyrannical Song, it seemed no one among the myriad practitioners in the universe had ever managed to develop this special type of saber intent.

But now, it materialized and took shape on ‘glassy Cheng Lin.’

The exquisite saber intent armor fitted glassy Cheng Lin’s figure perfectly, except for the crooked daoist cap on her head. Everywhere else, the saber intent armor was flawless.

Song Shuhang, perceiving through Heavenly Dao’s View, let out a soft sigh, and then he focused his mind, staring intently at glassy Cheng Lin.

He wanted to try whether Heavenly Dao’s Vision had the ability to appraise or check an item’s attributes.