Invincible Soul Emperor

Inside the grand hall, the ground was covered with smooth white jade floor tiles, shimmering with a gentle luster.

Countless golden light-emitting lamps hung from the ceiling, each inlaid with precious gemstones, illuminating the entire hall.

The walls around were filled with calligraphy and paintings by renowned artists and rare treasures, dazzling to the eye, showcasing the Jiang Ancient Clan’s opulence and prestige.

In the center of the hall was a massive throne made of purple sandalwood, inlaid with dragon-shaped patterns, appearing majestic and solemn.

On the jade stone table in front of the throne, there was a set of exquisite tea ware and several plates of rare fruits, filling the air with fragrance.

As soon as Jiang Qi entered the hall, he ordered the servants to bring Qin Yue.

Soon, two servants supported a frail-looking young girl as they walked into the hall.

Qin Yue was pale, covered in bruises, all of which were superficial wounds, but they covered her entire body.

Her clothing was tattered, revealing several scrapes and bruises, making her appear extremely disheveled. On her wrist was a noticeable cut, the blood already dried, yet it remained shocking.

But Qin Yue’s eyes were filled with anger.

As she walked forward, she didn’t blink, glaring fiercely at Jiang Qi.

Seeing Qin Yue in this state, Jiang Qi’s lips curled into a cold smile, with mockery in his gaze.

He slowly walked in front of Qin Yue, looking down at her, and mockingly said, "Qin Yue, you are really stubborn. Look at you, yet you still refuse to submit."

Qin Yue gritted her teeth, enduring the pain in her body, and looked directly into Jiang Qi’s eyes without retreating.

Her voice was weak but full of determination: "Jiang Qi, don’t think you can make me submit. I would rather die than agree to your demands."

Jiang Qi sneered, the mockery on his face growing stronger: "Would rather die than submit? Haha, you are really naive. Do you think you can escape from my grasp? As long as I wish, I can make you wish you were dead."

As he spoke, he reached out and gently lifted Qin Yue’s chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

A flash of anger and disgust passed through Qin Yue’s eyes, and she forcefully shook off Jiang Qi’s hand, her voice still defiant: "I will not bow to you, Jiang Qi. Do your worst, I will never submit to a despicable person like you."

Seeing Qin Yue’s stubbornness, Jiang Qi couldn’t help but laugh out loud, the sound echoing in the hall, especially grating.

His eyes flashed with a sense of triumph, his lips curling into a sinister smile: "Qin Yue, you are really devoted. You are still preserving your chastity for that dead man? Let me tell you, Ye Qingchen is already dead! All your persistence is in vain."

Hearing this, Qin Yue seemed to be struck by lightning, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Her lips trembled slightly, her voice becoming hoarse and urgent: "No, impossible! Jiang Qi, you are lying! Ye Qingchen can’t be dead, he’s so strong, he can endure anything, how could he be dead?"

Tears welled up in Qin Yue’s eyes, yet she still refused to believe Jiang Qi’s words.

Ye Qingchen was her fiancé, her hero and support, how could she believe he was dead?

For some reason, Qin Yue’s heart seemed to be torn apart at this moment, the pain and despair almost suffocating her.

Jiang Qi’s expression was not one to lie to her.

However, Qin Yue just didn’t want to believe it.

Seeing Qin Yue’s state, Jiang Qi’s satisfaction grew stronger: "Hahaha, Qin Yue, just give up. Ye Qingchen was heavily injured in the Xue Family Secret Realm and has long since perished. Holding onto that illusory hope will only bring you more pain. You might as well listen to me, maybe I’ll show you leniency."

Qin Yue bit her lip hard, tears streaming down her face. Her voice trembled, but remained firm.

"No, I don’t believe what you say! Ye Qingchen won’t die so easily, he wouldn’t leave me alone!"

Seeing Qin Yue’s unyielding gaze, Jiang Qi sneered with pride, his tone still full of scorn.

"Do you know, Qin Yue, to kill Ye Qingchen, I used the power of the Clan’s Guardian Stone. You know the power of the Clan’s Guardian Stone, don’t you? It’s an invincible, unbreakable entity. Even Ye Qingchen cannot escape its grasp."

Hearing those words, "Clan’s Guardian Stone," Qin Yue’s heart trembled, her face turning pale instantly.

The Clan’s Guardian Stone, the Supreme Treasure of the Jiang Ancient Clan, containing infinite power, said to easily destroy any enemy.

She knew well the power of the Clan’s Guardian Stone, legends claimed it could doom worlds and any creature before it was as fragile as an ant.

Panic surged in her heart, and her hands involuntarily clenched together, her nails digging deeply into her palms.

Could Ye Qingchen really withstand the power of the Clan’s Guardian Stone?

This thought kept churning in her mind, filling her with unease and despair.

Qin Yue’s eyes flickered with a trace of confusion, but she still pretended to be calm, unwilling to show weakness in front of Jiang Qi.

Her voice trembled slightly, yet remained firm: "Jiang Qi, do you think using the Clan’s Guardian Stone proves anything? Ye Qingchen won’t die so easily, he will come back for you!"

Seeing Qin Yue’s reaction, Jiang Qi was even more pleased.

He slowly walked in front of Qin Yue, looking down at her coldly and said, "Hmph, disbelief suits you, cling to that fleeting hope. But let me remind you, the power of the Clan’s Guardian Stone is beyond your imagination. Ye Qingchen has perished, and no matter how you refuse to accept reality, it cannot change the fact."

A sharp pain pierced Qin Yue’s heart, the terror of the Clan’s Guardian Stone filling her with immense fear.

Her eyes gradually lost focus, her mind repeatedly recalling Ye Qingchen’s voice and smile, and their past experiences.

How she wished this were all a nightmare, and Ye Qingchen would suddenly appear, breaking this endless despair.

But she understood, facing Jiang Qi’s mockery and the threat of the Clan’s Guardian Stone, she truly seemed to have no way out.

Qin Yue’s heart was filled with struggle and pain, but she still gritted her teeth, unwilling to show any weakness in front of Jiang Qi: "Jiang Qi, no matter what you say, I won’t believe that Ye Qingchen is dead. He will return for you, and by then, you’ll pay for what you’ve done!"

Seeing Qin Yue still stubborn, Jiang Qi grew increasingly enraged, yet maintained his sneer: "Alright, then I’ll wait and see how long your persistence can last."

He turned to his subordinates and said, "Take her away, make sure she ’understands’ the cost of resisting me."

Qin Yue’s figure being dragged away gradually disappeared into the depths of the hall, but in her heart, she still clung to that sliver of hope, as faint as a candle flame, unwilling to let it be extinguished easily.