Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1339 - 1378: Jun Moyan: No Reincarnation for Eternity

Jun Moyan gazed deeply at Wen Xiao’ai, but his raised hand remained suspended in mid-air.

Zuo Yan couldn’t help but laugh, his calmness barely concealing his excitement, and with a sinister smile, he said, "Kneel."

"...What did you say?" Nie Jiuque’s eyes were dark and cold, his voice icy as his repressed murderous aura surged around him.

"I told you to kneel, are you deaf?!" Zuo Yan suddenly went mad, squeezing Wen Xiao’ai’s neck tightly, his face twisted and terrifying.

"Zuo Yan!" Jun Moyan’s face turned pale, his body moving involuntarily as he stepped forward again, his overwhelming spiritual power pouring forth like mountains and seas.

Yet he was threatened by Zuo Yan, unable to move forward.

Zuo Yan shot a warning glance at Jun Moyan, then continued looking at Nie Jiuque: "I’ll say it again, kneel!"

"Zuo Yan, can you bear the consequences?!" Moyu broke through the chaos, rushing forward, his bloodstained longsword pointing directly at Zuo Yan, shouting angrily.

The Thirteen Banners of the Demon Realm, Qin Ming, Gua Yue, the Elders of the Cat Demon Clan, the Clan Leader, Ye Qi, and Feng Liyan all arrived one after another.

"Little Princess."

"Xiao’ai."

"Zuo Yan, you better think this through. If anything happens to her, you won’t live through today either." Feng Liyan shouted urgently at Zuo Yan.

But Zuo Yan ignored them, his eyes pervertedly excited and fixed tightly on Nie Jiuque.

Nie Jiuque’s arm had been pierced by a sword, blood soaking his entire sleeve, trickling down the sword hilt, drop by drop.

The hand gripping the longsword tightened fiercely, and in the next moment, Nie Jiuque dropped the sword from his hand, lifted his robe, and knelt straight down.

"Lord."

"Lord." Moyu and others were furious, their eyes turned red, wishing they could tear Zuo Yan to pieces.

"Let her go." Nie Jiuque’s hands, hanging by his sides, clenched tightly together.

He looked at Wen Xiao’ai, the blood-splattered face devoid of the previous hostility and murderous intent.

He just looked at her, his gaze firm, just like a thousand years ago.

No matter how much time had passed, his feelings for her were only deep and intense.

Wen Xiao’ai looked at Nie Jiuque’s familiar yet strangely unfamiliar face, and for some reason, tears suddenly flowed down uncontrollably.

In a daze, it seemed as if there was an additional consciousness not belonging to her, struggling painfully in her mind.

"Hahaha, Nie Jiuque, even you have a time when you kneel and plead with me. Weren’t you always so arrogant, looking down on everyone? In the end, aren’t you just like a dog under my feet?" Zuo Yan laughed wildly, speaking viciously.

Nie Jiuque’s hand at his side made a cracking noise as he clenched it, the wound on his arm bursting open, blood flowing fiercely.

"Let her go."

Repeating the same words, but his aura no longer as steady as before.

"Let her go? Just so you can kill me without hesitation later? Are you too naïve, or do you think I’m a fool?" Zuo Yan replied with a mocking smile.

"What exactly do you want?"

"What do I want? Do you really not know what I want? I just want to see you live in agony, helpless, like a dog wagging its tail, begging me." Zuo Yan laughed heartily.

Seeing Wen Xiao’ai in unbearable pain, Jun Moyan could no longer keep calm. With a wave of his hand, a black longsword formed of spiritual power pointed at Nie Jiuque, his overwhelming killing intent suppressed as he spoke:

"Isn’t it just his death you want, let her go, and I will make sure he never reincarnates again."

"Alright, as long as you kill him, I’ll spare her life." Zuo Yan agreed delightedly.

Jun Moyan raised his hand, the powerful sword energy pressing toward Nie Jiuque: "You better keep your word, or I’ll wipe you out completely."

"Jun Moyan... don’t..." Wen Xiao’ai, tears streaming, shook her head weakly at him.