The Great Ruler: The Ice Emperor Descends, Freezing the World!

Bing Tianxiao reacted extremely quickly, forcefully pressing down with his thigh to firmly restrain Wen Qingxuan's attack, which was powerful enough to shatter rocks.

"You're trying to murder your husband!"

"Go to hell!"

Wen Qingxuan was filled with shame and indignation, and the fact that one of her legs was restrained made her lose her balance.

But she was also a ruthless character; she used the force of the loss of balance to lunge forward.

The spear in her hand had long since left her grasp. Now, she turned her hands into palms and slammed them hard into Bing Tianxiao's chest.

With no way to avoid it, Bing Tianxiao could only loosen his grip on the dagger and meet the attack with both palms.

"Bang!"

Four palms facing each other, air waves surging.

Normally, this attack would have been enough to send both of them flying.

But at this moment, both of them were already at their limit.

Their physical exhaustion made their movements less agile, and this palm strike became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The rubble beneath their feet finally gave way under their strain and collapsed with a crash.

"Holy crap..."

Bing Tianxiao only had time to let out a short gasp.

The two became entangled and rolled down the sloping hillside like gourds.

The world spun around.

The sharp stones hurt their backs, but neither of them let go.

Wen Qingxuan gripped Bing Tianxiao's collar tightly, trying to gain the upper hand in the previous roll.

Bing Tianxiao held Wen Qingxuan tightly around the waist, afraid that she would be thrown out and hit the rocks.

"Thump!"

With a final thud, the two finally rolled to a patch of grass at the bottom of the slope.

The world seemed to stand still at that moment.

The dust slowly settled.

Contrary to expectations, they did not retreat after suffering heavy losses.

The posture at this moment was extremely ambiguous.

Bing Tianxiao lay on his back on the grass, his chest heaving violently.

On top of him, Wen Qingxuan lay helplessly.

Her once proudly tied-up long hair was now disheveled, with a few strands hanging over Bing Tianxiao's nose, carrying a faint fragrance mixed with the smell of sweat and earth.

Her magnificent golden battle dress was covered in grass clippings and dust, making her look somewhat disheveled.

Wen Qingxuan's hands were still unconsciously gripping Bing Tianxiao's clothes, but her knuckles had turned white, clearly indicating that she had used up her last bit of strength.

Her cheek rested against Bing Tianxiao's shoulder, her warm, rapid breaths spraying into the crook of his neck.

Their heartbeats collided wildly through the thin fabric of their clothes.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

It was so fast that it was almost impossible to tell whose it was.

"Feed..."

After a long while, Bing Tianxiao managed to squeeze out a single word, his voice terribly hoarse:

"Although...although I enjoy beautiful women throwing themselves at me..."

He tried to move his fingers, but found that his arms were too weak to lift, so he could only let Wen Qingxuan press down on him.

"But could you... get up first? You... are really heavy..."

"Shut up……"

Wen Qingxuan's voice was as weak as that of a wounded kitten. Her usual arrogance and coldness had vanished at this moment, leaving only extreme exhaustion.

She tried to prop herself up, but as soon as she put her arms up, a sharp pain instantly spread throughout her body.

"Well……"

A very soft groan escaped from her throat.

The body that had just managed to prop itself up was thrown back down heavily.

This time, the blow was even more devastating.

That soft touch made Bing Tianxiao's eyes widen instantly.

The lewd words that were on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back down.

Wen Qingxuan was clearly aware of how bad the situation was.

Her cheeks instantly burned, and a blush spread from her ears all the way down her neck.

But her body was so weak that she couldn't move at all, and could only remain in this shameful position, clinging to this damned bastard like an octopus.

"Bing Tianxiao..."

Wen Qingxuan buried her face in his chest, her voice trembling with an unprecedented mix of shame and indignation:

"If you dare...make even the slightest movement...I'll kill you..."

Bing Tianxiao felt the warm touch on his body and the threat that was utterly ineffective.

He gave a helpless, bitter laugh, completely giving up the struggle, and collapsed to the ground.

"Big sister... do I look like I can move now?"

"But you... if you don't get up soon, I'm really going to suffocate from being crushed by you..."

A gentle breeze blew by, swirling up a few fallen leaves.

During the battle for the crown.

The two of them were huddled together on the grass in an extremely strange and intimate position, neither of them able to move.

Time seems especially long at this moment.

Apart from the sound of the wind, all that could be heard was the rapid beating of their hearts, one beat after another.

A full quarter of an hour passed.

Wen Qingxuan gritted her teeth, enduring the soreness spreading through her limbs.

He braced his arms on Bing Tianxiao's chest and pushed hard with all his might.

Using the reaction force, she shifted to the side and tumbled off Bing Tianxiao in a somewhat disheveled manner, landing on the grass beside her.

As the soft, warm body left him, Bing Tianxiao felt a lightness in his chest, and the oppressive feeling vanished instantly.

"call……"

He greedily inhaled the fresh air, his chest heaving violently, like a fish that had been out of water returning to the sea.

"He's...he's alive again..."

Bing Tianxiao lay on the ground in a "big" shape, looking at the azure sky above him, revealing a bitter smile of relief after surviving a disaster.

Wen Qingxuan, who was standing to the side, ignored his sigh.

She struggled to sit up, and the first thing she did was to straighten her slightly disheveled clothes and loose hair.

Although she was in a sorry state, her deep-rooted pride wouldn't allow her to stay like this.

She turned her back to Bing Tianxiao and took a deep breath.

I tried my best to calm the surging blood and qi in my body and my restless heart.

That embarrassing position just now...

Wen Qingxuan closed her eyes, forcibly expelling that scene from her mind.

Then, she flipped her hand over, and a delicate little jade bottle appeared in her palm.

She swallowed it without hesitation.

He then sat cross-legged, formed hand seals, and began to refine the medicinal power to restore his strength.

On the other side, Bing Tianxiao also recovered.

He struggled to prop himself up and looked at Wen Qingxuan, who was sitting in meditation with her back to him not far away.

This woman, though a bit arrogant, has an undeniable mental fortitude.

"Sigh, what a heartless woman, using her and then throwing her away."

Bing Tianxiao muttered something under his breath, but his hands didn't slow down.

He also took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, poured out a dark pill, and swallowed it.

The pill entered my stomach and transformed into a warm current that quickly flowed to my limbs and bones.

He didn't want to recover too slowly and get caught by this ruthless woman!

The two sat cross-legged, a few meters apart, to recover their strength.

A brief silence and recovery ensued on this meadow.

About half an incense stick's time passed.

Wen Qingxuan's long, butterfly-wing-like eyelashes trembled slightly as she opened her eyes first.

In that instant, a golden light flashed in her eyes, and her previously pale face regained its rosy hue.

She slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

His gaze immediately fell on Bing Tianxiao, who was still meditating with his eyes closed not far away.

Looking at the boy's face, which was completely unguarded at that moment.

Wen Qingxuan narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, a dangerous glint quietly gathering in them.

This is undoubtedly the best time to take action.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him.

In this cruel spiritual journey, mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

What's more, this guy just now...

The thought of that humiliating and infuriating posture she had just witnessed filled Wen Qingxuan with an uncontrollable rage.

"Whoosh!"

Wen Qingxuan flashed, bringing with her a fragrant breeze, and instantly appeared in front of Bing Tianxiao.

With a little effort, she could kill the guy who had humiliated her.

Seemingly sensing the overwhelming killing intent, Bing Tianxiao, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, slowly opened them.

He looked at Wen Qingxuan, whose face was full of murderous intent, but his eyes did not show the slightest panic.

"You're recovering pretty quickly..."

Seeing his appearance, Wen Qingxuan's murderous intent hesitated for a moment.

Should we just kill him like that?

When he was weak and helpless?

Is this kind of victory really something to boast about for Wen Qingxuan, who is as proud as a phoenix?

No.

This is nothing short of charity, a blasphemous act of winning unfairly!

If Wen Qingxuan is going to win, she wants to win fair and square, and she wants to crush her opponent with absolute strength when he is at his peak.

Make him accept defeat honestly, rather than taking advantage of his misfortune.

more importantly……

Although the battle just now ended in a sorry state, she had to admit that this guy was the most troublesome and exciting opponent she had encountered since entering the Spiritual Path.

If he dies here, wouldn't the rest of the spiritual journey be too boring?

"What's wrong? Can't bring yourself to do it?"

Seeing that Wen Qingxuan did not make a move, Bing Tianxiao raised an eyebrow, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery:

"If you can't bear to part with me, just say so. I'm a very open-minded person..."

"Shut up!"

Wen Qingxuan gave a cold shout and exerted force with her palm.

Bing Tianxiao felt a sharp pain in his throat and a slight feeling of suffocation.

But the smile on his face did not fade; instead, it became even brighter.

Because he won the bet.

Although anger still lingered in Wen Qingxuan's proud phoenix eyes, the killing intent had largely dissipated.

"Bing Tianxiao, stop trying to glorify yourself."

Wen Qingxuan looked at him coldly, her voice clear and arrogant:

"I never take advantage of others in their time of need!"

She turned her back to Bing Tianxiao, leaving him with a proud and stunningly beautiful silhouette:

"I'll entrust my life to you for now."

"When we reach the final battleground, I will defeat you honorably in front of everyone, trample you under my feet, and let you know..."

She tilted her head slightly, her peripheral vision revealing an air of domineering arrogance.

After saying that, Wen Qingxuan lightly touched the ground with her toes, and her figure soared into the sky like a golden phoenix, disappearing into the distant forest in the blink of an eye.

Only Bing Tianxiao was left sitting on the grass, touching the faint bloodstain on his neck.

"Tsk..."

He looked in the direction where Wen Qingxuan had disappeared, shook his head helplessly, but a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes:

"This woman is adorably proud."

"but……"

Bing Tianxiao took a deep breath, feeling the power gradually returning to his body, and his eyes sharpened:

"Who knows who will step on whom next time we meet?"