Chapter 259: Hold It

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

As long as Mr. Lan releases him, there’s a way to stop Gu Qingluan from killing him!

However, he had never expected that the young boy standing by Feng Tianlan’s side would angrily speak up, “Daddy, this ugly prince is so wicked! Not only does he want to kill me, but he’s also captured many young ladies and tortured them in a secret chamber. This despicable villain is a menace, and his death is well deserved!”

Qitian Yu’s pupils widened.

The boy had discovered the secret chamber?

That was his most closely guarded secret, one that couldn’t be known by anyone!

His breath grew rapid, and a flash of murderous intent crossed his eyes.

Though he acted quickly, it didn’t escape the notice of the three present.

A gust of powerful wind landed on Qitian Yu’s body, and he felt an intense pain in his chest. A sweetness welled up in his throat, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

It was Gu Qingluan who had attacked him.

At this point, with things having come to this, he was still contemplating murder. She had no reason to spare him!

As the oppressive sensation surrounded him, Qitian Yu disregarded his pain, his eyes flickering slightly as he instinctively threatened, “If you dare to kill me, my father won’t spare you!”

His bluff sounded hollow.

Gu Qingluan paid it no mind whatsoever.

This scumbag, who had harmed the original owner in the past, dared to extend his hand to her son now, attempting to end his life. Even if she were to face the entire royal clan of the Chengyuan Empire, she would still eliminate him!

Gu Qingluan raised her hand and delivered two resounding slaps across Qitian Yu’s face, saying, “These two slaps are for using the name of the Lushi Auction House to offer gifts.”

Qitian Yu spat out a mouthful of blood, his cheeks quickly swelling.

Gu Qingluan’s hand rose again, her arcane power sharp like a blade, landing on Qitian Yu.

Qitian Yu let out a miserable cry, a bloody wound appearing on his chest.

“This blow is for your attempt to abduct my son!”

She lifted her hand, and a burst of radiance emanated from it.

“All!”

“This strike is for sending men to hunt my son!”

“This one is for your attempt to steal my son’s soul!”

Gu Qingluan enumerated his wrongdoings, each charge accompanied by another wound inflicted upon Qitian Yu.

After a while, there was hardly any unscathed flesh left on Qitian Yu’s body. He lay in a pool of blood, barely clinging to life.

He had appealed for help from Feng Tianlan several times, but the latter remained unmoved.

As he felt his life slipping away, Qitian Yu glared at Gu Qingluan, bloodshot eyes filled with rage. “Gu Qingluan, I curse you to a wretched death!” “Evildoer! You’re not allowed to curse my Mother!” Feng Yuanxi’s anger flared, and he charged over, delivering a kick to Qitian Yu’s face.

Qitian Yu let out another pitiful cry.

Feng Yuanxi wasn’t satisfied yet and wanted to continue.

Gu Qingluan held back the emotionally charged Yuanxi. “Alright, little Yuanxi, don’t dirty your shoes on him.”

In a daze, Qitian Yu heard Gu Qingluan’s words, his anger and helplessness surging within him, a desire to curse and kill, but with no strength to do so.

Gu Qingluan lifted her hand, ready to end Qitian Yu’s life.

“Hold it!”

A shout echoed from a distance.

Recognizing the voice of Prince Qitian You, Gu Qingluan paid no heed, her palm radiating white light.

In an instant, the light transformed into a blade-like form and flew forward.

Just as it appeared ready to cut through Qitian Yu’s throat, a beam of white light shot from the side, blocking her assault.

Gu Qingluan’s expression shifted.

Such formidable strength!

Could it be the appearance of the only Saint in the Chengyuan royal family?

Feng Yuanxi clutched his hand tightly, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on the direction of the sound.

Qitian Yu’s face, on the other hand, showed a mixture of surprise and relief.

Only Feng Tianlan’s face remained calm and uninterested, seemingly unmoved by the arrival of the newcomer.

Qitian You and a man dressed in a black robe descended from the horizon..