Watching Su Xuan, Fragrant Concubine certainly didn’t want him to have any accidents this year.

"No worries, I bet he doesn’t dare to kill me, justice prevails, there are laws in this world. Rest assured, I’ll bravely use legal weapons to safeguard myself. But hey beautiful, how about a selfie? I think we make quite the team!

Su Xuan this rascal actually took a selfie with Fragrant Concubine! 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"..."

Fragrant Concubine was instantly speechless, thinking to herself, damn, has this guy’s brain been blown by the desert wind? Talking about law here in the Great Desert? This place barely has any law, yet he’s talking about legal measures for self-protection. It’s so childish that one would think his brain must have been blown by the sandstorm.

"Ah..."

Finally, Qin Bo couldn’t stand it any longer, he leapt up and kicked toward Su Xuan. He disdained to draw his sword against Su Xuan, believing that a single kick would decide the fate of this young chap.

When he intended to kick, Su Xuan casually stepped behind Fragrant Concubine, seemingly unintentionally moving to hide behind her.

Qin Bo was shocked; if that kick landed on Fragrant Concubine, even if it didn’t kill her, it would definitely cause a disability.

In a swift motion, he pulled back his force, but the kick was so powerful that even withdrawing quickly almost fractured his bones. With a ’thud,’ he fell to the ground, looking utterly embarrassed.

"Hmm... what’s he up to? Maybe he’s trying to threaten me. Tsk tsk, I’ve already said I’ll use legal measures to protect myself, he doesn’t dare to kill me, right?"

Su Xuan said with a smile.

Witnessing this strange scene, Fragrant Concubine had a moment of twitching, thinking to herself, damn, this works too? What’s going on here?

He naturally could feel Su Xuan sneaking behind him in that instant, yet didn’t notice anything going against him, truly making him feel drunk.

"Damn... cowardly and shameless!"

At this moment, Qin Bo had cursed Su Xuan’s ancestors to the eighteenth generation, feeling like he’s been utterly tricked, it’s really life-threatening.

"How can you say that? I didn’t even lay a finger on you! I’m really quite powerful, just that I keep it low-key. You saw, right? I defeated the Silver City Young Master. Honestly, I’m quite powerful, even just writing a book scares me!"

Su Xuan babbled at Qin Bo on the ground, every jab causing Qin Bo to almost cough blood. He would never have imagined he’d face such a miserable situation.

Actually, Qin Bo was unaware, even astonished, although he exerted a lot of power with that kick, it shouldn’t have been able to instantly knockout someone. But the fact remained that theoretically, one should be able to retract the kick, yet he found himself unable to control the power, directly causing a ligament strain.

At present, Qin Bo was spread in a split in the desert, not because he didn’t want to stand but because of the ligament strain, it hurt too much. Being someone who highly values pride, he believed the pose was stylish, so naturally, he maintained it for a while.

Little did he know Su Xuan had already manipulated things, when Qin Bo’s foot struck, a surge of Dark Strength pulled his leg, leading to the ligament strain, and when ligaments are strained, it’s actually quite painful.

"Forget it, he won’t dare kill me. If you dare, get up; I’ll stand here in the Great Desert. If you’ve got the guts, come and get me!"

Su Xuan said as he spread his arms, gazing at the sky, squinting his eyes.

"Ah..."

Angry, Qin Bo hurled the longsword he was holding, while Su Xuan appeared to casually move his head, the longsword brushing past his hair.

With a crisp "thud," the longsword pierced through Fragrant Concubine’s steed, the steed let out a long cry, falling with a ’thud,’ its legs twitching, probably rhetorically thinking why it was the one injured.

"Qin Bo, why did you kill my horse!"

Fragrant Concubine angrily glared at the Jade-faced Divine Sword.

"I..."

Qin Bo almost coughed blood again, he clearly intended to kill the kid, how did he miss?

"He doesn’t dare kill me, just the horse. But really, was it necessary? Horses have lives too! If you’re really uncomfortable, go ahead and stab me twice. The poor horse is innocent, Amitabha..."

Su Xuan began preaching like Monk Tang, speaking earnestly, while Qin Bo was coughing uncontrollably, a sweetness lingered in his throat, blood surged up but he forcibly swallowed it down, quite impressive indeed.

Su Xuan swallowed some saliva, thinking, damn, no need to be so desperate, swallowing it directly.

"Unbelievable! Nutcase!"

Fragrant Concubine was furious, as the slain horse held significant meaning to her, cursing before storming off. Su Xuan watched the still-spread Qin Bo, letting out a cold chuckle, then mounted the steed, deliberately accelerating, the steed almost soaring past, raising a mighty spray of sand, making Qin Bo eat a mouthful of sand.

In that moment, Qin Bo had never felt so aggrieved, the Jade-faced Divine Sword was a paragon in the Great Desert, a dream figure for many. Wherever he went, he was the center, but today Su Xuan directly belittled him, even Fragrant Concubine cursed him nutcase.

"Wow..."

Finally, feeling increasingly infuriated, unable to contain himself, he spewed fresh blood, his vision blurring; truthfully, he wasn’t injured, it was simply his pride that agitated him to this extent.

What happened next drove him to homicidal thoughts; Su Xuan rode alongside Fragrant Concubine, reaching out a hand.

"Let me take you for a ride, beautiful!"

Fragrant Concubine actually reached out, grasped Su Xuan’s hand, and leapt onto the steed, vanishing into the dust.

"Wow... Oh why, damn, I’ll kill you!"

At that instant, he felt his heart bursting; why was it happening like this?

He truly was on the verge of breaking down; he never rode a single horse with Fragrant Concubine. This kid ended up riding with Fragrant Concubine, and in that moment, he desperately wanted to charge forward, but was too angered, leading to breathlessness, spitting blood, fainting directly, proving his mental fortitude was truly lacking.