Invincible Soul Emperor-Chapter 390 Qin Yue is Kidnapped

Ye Qingchen's body was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the ground as blood streamed from his mouth.

The Saint Heir took an indifferent step forward. "Now you should understand just how vast the gap between us is. Perhaps others call you a genius, but so-called worldly geniuses are worthless in my eyes."

The Saint Heir took out his folding fan again and spoke casually, "I didn't want to bother with you, but you've repeatedly challenged my authority. Very well. Today, I'll make an exception to my vow against killing and teach the world a lesson: when you meet someone you can't afford to offend, you learn to keep a low profile."

After speaking, the Saint Heir slowly opened his folding fan. With a gentle wave, a terrifying Gang Wind swept towards Ye Qingchen.

This Gang Wind was even more chilling than the fireball the Saint Heir had shot earlier. It shattered the diamond floor tiles as it passed and reached Ye Qingchen in an instant.

Weakened, Ye Qingchen watched it all, wanting to resist, but the intense pain wracking his body prevented him from moving a single inch.

Ye Qingchen had no doubt that if this Gang Wind struck him, he stood no chance of survival.

"Stop!"

With a sharp cry, a barrier materialized in front of Ye Qingchen. It blocked the Gang Wind for a moment before shattering.

Then, Qin Yue leaped from the high platform, landing in front of Ye Qingchen.

Qin Yue took a Spirit Pill from her robes, gave it to Ye Qingchen to swallow, and then glared coldly at the Saint Heir.

"Saint Heir, I don't know which sect you belong to, but you first disrupted the life-and-death arena, and now you intend to kill Ye Qingchen. Don't you think you're going too far?"

The Saint Heir looked at Qin Yue, slightly surprised. She was only in the low-level Martial King Realm, yet she had managed to block his attack. After all, even though it was a casual move on his part, it was powerful enough to instantly kill an ordinary high-level Martial King Realm expert.

However, upon hearing Qin Yue's question, the Saint Heir shook his head and chuckled. "I have said it before: I am your rules. As for what I wish to do, it is merely a whim. There is no such thing as 'going too far.'"

After he finished speaking, the Saint Heir took a step forward, sizing up Qin Yue before continuing, "I thought that boy was interesting, but it seems you are far stronger than him. Are you stepping out to oppose me as well?"

Qin Yue snorted coldly. "Then I shall experience your exceptional skills!"

As she spoke, Qin Yue's hands flashed through a series of hand seals. Instantly, formation flags materialized around the Saint Heir, and a Killing Formation snapped into place. Now a Martial King Realm expert with awakened memories from her past life, the Killing Formation she casually set up was a seventh-grade one.

Seeing the formation, the Saint Heir's expression shifted. With his keen eye, he naturally recognized it as the legendary seventh-grade Killing Formation: the Thunder Pool Formation.

As soon as the Formation materialized, multicolored lightning began to fill the array, striking at the Saint Heir.

The Saint Heir, however, simply employed his movement technique to dodge the lightning while swinging his folding fan, shattering each bolt that came his way.

Qin Yue prepared to seize this opportunity to press her attack, but at that moment, Ye Qingchen spoke weakly, "Yue'er, don't worry about me! You're not his match! Find a chance to kill Huan Yuehua, then escape!"

This was Ye Qingchen's obsession, and Qin Yue understood. She nodded, and with a tap of her foot, she launched an attack toward Huan Yuehua.

Within the Thunder Pool Formation, the Saint Heir noticed this and sneered. With a casual wave of his hand, he erected a barrier in front of Huan Yuehua, blocking Qin Yue's attack.

Subsequently, the Saint Heir's aura surged, and the lightning could no longer harm him.

"Break!" the Saint Heir roared.

The Thunder Pool Formation, powerful enough to annihilate a low-level Martial Emperor Realm expert, shattered instantly. As if nothing had happened, the Saint Heir appeared before Qin Yue.

"No one can touch the person this Holy Son intends to protect."

After he spoke, he raised his palm. A blast of Gang Wind struck Qin Yue, sending her flying as well.

Although Qin Yue had been extraordinary in her past life, she had not yet reached her full potential. As a mere first-layer Martial King, she was naturally no match for the Saint Heir.

The Saint Heir sneered as he approached Qin Yue. "You are quite impressive. To casually set up a seventh-grade Killing Formation… I'm very interested in you. I won't kill you today. Come with me."

Qin Yue snorted coldly. "Humph! Kill me if you want. I won't even frown!"

The Saint Heir smiled faintly. He looked at Ye Qingchen, then back at Qin Yue. "I know you're not afraid of death, but what if he is the one who dies?"

With that, the Saint Heir pointed a finger at Ye Qingchen.

Looking at Ye Qingchen lying on the ground, a pained expression crossed Qin Yue's face. In this situation, if I don't comply, he could kill both of us with ease.

Ye Qingchen struggled, shakily getting to his feet. "Don't agree!" he said to Qin Yue. "Even if I die, I won't let him hurt you!"

As he spoke, Ye Qingchen struggled toward the Saint Heir, preparing to launch one last desperate attack.

But if Ye Qingchen at his peak was no match for the Saint Heir, what could he do now in this state?

The Saint Heir simply raised his hand, and Ye Qingchen was sent flying once again, spitting out fresh blood as he collapsed to the ground.

The Saint Heir glanced disdainfully at Ye Qingchen, then turned to Qin Yue. "Have you made up your mind? I'll give you three breaths. Three… two…"

"Wait!" Qin Yue interrupted as he counted to two. "I'll go with you. I hope you keep your promise."

The Saint Heir laughed heartily. "A mere ant is of no concern to me, whether I kill him or not. Since you've agreed, let's be on our way. We've wasted enough time here."

"Yue'er, don't go with him!" Ye Qingchen struggled to his feet again, coughing up blood as he spoke.

With an aching heart, Qin Yue shook her head, unable to bear the sight of his miserable state.

The Saint Heir gave Ye Qingchen a disdainful glance. "Boy, you've got some backbone to be able to stand. Don't say I didn't give you a chance. I'll be in the Central Domain. When you think you're strong enough to defeat me, you can come find me. However, I don't think that day will ever come. Hahaha!"

After speaking, the Saint Heir tapped a point in the air, and a gigantic Spirit Boat materialized before him. Li Rui leaped onto the stage, lifted Huan Yuehua from the ground, and then boarded the vessel with the Saint Heir and the others.

From beginning to end, the Saint Heir never glanced at Ye Qingchen again. Only Qin Yue kept looking back, her eyes filled with tears.

Ye Qingchen chased after them desperately, but his grievous injuries only allowed him to watch helplessly as the Spirit Boat flew into the distance.

"BASTARD!"

Gazing at the departing Spirit Boat, Ye Qingchen let out a hoarse scream. His hands clenched so tightly that his fingernails dug deep into his palms, and blood began to seep from the wounds.

But he didn't give up. He forced his trembling legs to move, stumbling after the Spirit Boat in a desperate pursuit.

He had to get Qin Yue back!

He had to get back the woman he loved