The Demonic King Chases His Wife

Beichen Ying’s recent improvements were already very great. Nevertheless, he was after all from a foreign continent, so how could he compare to the native, Ling Xuanran?

Moreover, the current Ling Xuanran had already accumulated 50 years of actual cultivation time.

If Beichen Ying were given 50 years, how could Ling Xuanran even be his opponent? Unfortunately for Beichen Ying, there was indeed a gap in their cultivation times.

At this moment, the spectators’ eyes showed their unhappiness.

They saw the blood on the ground grow from a few droplets at the start, to a puddle that stained the ground red as it started spreading, branching into little streams of flowing blood like a blooming Red Spider Lily 1, appearing weirdly alluring.

When Su Luo arrived, she coincidentally happened to see this exact scene.

At this moment, Su Luo's eyes were bloodshot, and traces of scarlet blood could be seen spreading in the depths of her eyes!

Su Luo did not have time to think any further. When she appeared again after teleporting, she was already behind Ling Xuanran’s body.

Ling Xuanran instinctively felt danger——

After being strengthened by the Seven Stars Pearl, at that moment, the Cheng Ying sword gave a burst of unprecedented power!

“Swoosh!”

After a sharp sound rang out, although Ling Xuanran dodged quickly enough, the palm of his hand that was holding onto Beichen Ying, was scratched viciously by Su Luo.

If not because he dodged quickly, he would have ended up losing his whole hand.

Ling Xuanran released Beichen Ying.

Beichen Ying’s body lost its support, and fell limply to the ground at once.

Seeing the current sight of Beichen Ying, Su Luo's eyes turned red, and killing intent surged out like magma!

Beichen Ying’s whole face was covered with blood, and the lapel in front of his chest looked like it was soaked in a patch of scarlet red blood.

His face was as pale as snow, and his breathing was weak as though he would die at any moment.

Remembering the once smug and optimistic youngster, and seeing his current barely breathing frame, Su Luo’s heart felt as if it was being clutched by a giant hand, causing her unbearable discomfort.

By this time, Zi Yan had hurriedly stumbled over.

“Don't worry, I’ll save him!” Su Luo’s exclamation was loud and clear.

One could only see a cold light flash by as the Cheng Ying sword slashed down heavily on Su Luo’s wrist, and blood seemed to gush out instantly.

“Pry open his mouth.” Su Luo instructed solemnly.

Zi Yan hurriedly pried open Beichen Ying’s mouth, while Su Luo held her wrist up. Valuable scarlet blood Ningpo Figwort’s essence started flowing.

Su Luo’s regenerative abilities were really just too strong, and the wound would automatically heal itself after just a short while.

Thus, Su Luo repeatedly cut open the already healed wound over and over again.

The spectators below the stage stared at this scene cross-eyed.

They were not only shocked by Su Luo’s wounds’ recovery speed but even more so by Su Luo’s cold expression.

Repeatedly cutting open one slice after another on the same wound. It finished healing and was then cut open again. Healed, then cut open again……how painful was that? But Su Luo’s brows didn't move at all, as if the wrist she was cutting wasn’t even her own.

Already unable to recall how many times Su Luo had cut her own wrist already, she continued until the Sixth Elder’s voice reached her: “Enough!”

“He still isn't awake yet.” Su Luo’s voice had a cold and icy tone to it.

“If this continues, even you will lose too much blood and die. Moreover, your blood’s medicinal properties are too concentrated. If he can’t absorb it, it’s just poison that will end up harming him." The Sixth Elder pulled Su Luo away.

Su Luo thought Sixth Elder’s argument made quite some sense and thus stopped. However—