"You wicked woman, let him go!"
That was the Qingshuang Sword Spirit.
"And what if I don't?" Mu Hongyuan tightened her grip, her legs wrapped around Wang Mu's back, their bodies pressed intimately together. She smiled faintly. "What can you do to me?"
"You... you... you..."
The little Sword Spirit was so enraged it was speechless, tears welling in its eyes.
"Alright, that's enough," Wang Mu frowned. "Are you satisfied now?"
"Not enough. Of course, it's not enough," Mu Hongyuan said. "Your Taoist couple wants to kill *me*, Brother Mu. Don't you feel any desire to protect me at all?"
"Is this how you keep your promises?" Mu Hongyuan taunted.
With that, Mu Hongyuan dispersed the protective light of the Unrivaled Bell.
She even put the Unrivaled Bell away completely and said to the Sword Spirit, "Fine, I won't resist. Come on, then! If you have the guts, strike me down!"
The Qingshuang Sword Spirit showed no mercy.
