Get Lost Female Protagonist! I Choose the Villainess! - Chapter 117:

Chapter 117: Brother Ling Kong, Save Me!:

“If it weren’t for you, you wretched girl, I wouldn’t have ended up like this!” Pan Ya’s hideous eyes burned with hatred.

He raised his bladed arm high, prepared to bring it down and split Xia Yu in two.

At that moment, Xia Yu was paralyzed with fear. Even though she was conscious, her body refused to move. She couldn’t run—she couldn’t even scream.

High atop the mountain, Jiang Ruoxi gripped her sword, prepared to jump in and help.

She didn’t care that Chu Mo had died—she and Ling Kong had already intended to kill him anyway. Pan Ya had just done them a favor. But Xia Yu… Ling Kong had made it clear that Xia Yu must not die.

Just as Jiang Ruoxi prepared to intervene, Ling Kong calmly reached out and stopped her.

Jiang Ruoxi looked at him in surprise. “Didn’t you say she has to live?”

“She can’t die,” Ling Kong replied with a faint smile. “I know you’ve always doubted her luck. But now, just watch. Even in this situation… she won’t die.”

Jiang Ruoxi furrowed her brows slightly. With Xia Yu completely defenseless and Pan Ya ready to strike, how could she possibly survive?

“She has no strength left, and no courage to escape,” she murmured.

“Watch closely,” Ling Kong said again, his tone light but confident.

Xia Yu was the daughter of fate. Even when death was a breath away, she would always survive. That was her fate.

Jiang Ruoxi lowered her sword and chose to wait, curious to see what would happen.

Below, Pan Ya’s blade-like arm slashed toward Xia Yu—

But in that exact instant, with a whistling sound, dense tentacles erupted from beneath the earth!

Pan Ya’s eyes darkened as he turned swiftly and swung his arms.

Slash!

He cut through the first wave of tentacles.

Moments later, giant, octopus-like insect beasts emerged from underground, swarming toward Pan Ya in unison.

“Hmph, a bunch of beasts!” Pan Ya growled, leaping into the air.

His four blade-like limbs tore through the swarm, fighting ferociously as the ground below was littered with carnage.

Back on the mountain peak, Jiang Ruoxi narrowed her eyes. “That… that’s not just luck, is it? Those bugs were probably disturbed by Chu Mo’s last sword.”

“It doesn’t matter how it happened,” Ling Kong replied with a light smile. “Whether it was chance or fate, Xia Yu is still alive.”

Jiang Ruoxi nodded slowly. It really was mysterious. No matter the odds, no matter how hopeless the situation, Xia Yu always survived.

“So if someone tries to kill her, things might just go wrong,” Ling Kong continued. “That’s why she has to live. She’s going to lead us to at least four Soul Jade Crystal Fragments.”

“Alright. Let her live,” Jiang Ruoxi agreed.

Below, Pan Ya had already shredded every last insect that had attacked him. With his strength now comparable to the Spirit King Realm, those Mysterious Spirit Realm bugs didn’t stand a chance.

After the fight, Pan Ya landed back in front of Xia Yu.

Xia Yu had just crawled back from Chu Mo’s mutilated body, her entire frame trembling. She looked up, eyes wide with terror.

“Remember what I said?” Pan Ya sneered, licking his bladed arm. “Your meat will be the perfect nourishment.”

He was now half-human, half-insect. Devouring Chu Mo had only made him stronger, and now he planned to eat Xia Yu as well.

He raised his arm again, preparing to strike.

Xia Yu scooted backward on the ground, her face pale and full of fear. Before, she at least had Chu Mo to protect her—but now she was alone.

As she backed away, she suddenly thought of someone—Ling Kong.

Desperate, she looked up toward the mountain. “Ling Kong! Brother Ling Kong! Save me!”

Her voice echoed across the ruins.

She had no one else. No one but Ling Kong and Jiang Ruoxi. Her pleading eyes stared toward them, her last hope.

“Ling Kong?” Pan Ya turned his gaze upward. Then he saw them—Ling Kong and Jiang Ruoxi, standing high on the mountain.

A twisted grin spread across Pan Ya’s lips. “So you’re here too, Your Highness!”

He hadn’t noticed them earlier when he ambushed Chu Mo. But now…

“Perfect,” he hissed. “If the crown prince dies here, what do you think will happen to the empire?”

Pan Ya’s blood-red eyes gleamed with madness.

Then he chuckled darkly. “Wait… why kill you at all? I’ve got a better idea.”

He licked his lips.

“I’ll throw you both into the worm nest. Let the bugs lay their eggs inside you. Let you feel what it’s like to live a fate worse than death! And when you turn… you’ll become one of us!”

Pan Ya’s laughter turned hysterical.

“Wouldn’t it be beautiful if your woman became just like me, Your Highness?”

Jiang Ruoxi’s face darkened, and she raised her sword.

But Ling Kong’s expression had already turned cold. Without a word, he summoned his sword with a flick of his palm.

Then—boom—he shot forward.

He would handle this himself.

No need for Jiang Ruoxi to interfere. No need for summoning insects.

This time… Pan Ya would fall by his own hands.

Ling Kong’s figure descended like a flash of lightning, and at the same time, black flames erupted from around his body. The [Heavenly Serenity Sword Technique] activated instantly.

Pan Ya sneered. “Come on, Your Royal Highness. You’re still as arrogant as ever, huh? Just because you won a few fights in the past, you think you’re invincible now?”

With a sudden spring from his bladed hind legs, Pan Ya launched himself toward Ling Kong. The two figures clashed midair in a fierce collision.

Slash!

A streak of black sword energy tore through the sky. Ling Kong landed gracefully on the ground.

Hovering briefly in the air, Pan Ya’s face was still twisted with scorn—until his smile froze. One of his arms had been cleanly severed, falling to the earth below.

“No… impossible!” Pan Ya landed with a heavy thud, clutching his missing arm with a grimace of disbelief. His eyes trembled.

His current body, strengthened through mutation, had defense and strength comparable to the 1-star Spirit King Realm. How could his arm be cut off so easily?

Ling Kong shouldn’t be able to do this—wasn’t he still in the Spirit Martial Realm?

“With your strength now, yes… it’s equal to a 1-star Spirit King,” Ling Kong said coldly as he turned. “But unfortunately for you, it’s only one star.”

The Spirit King Realm was divided into nine stars. Pan Ya’s strength, after mutation, was only at the base level. With the support of both the [Heavenly Serenity Technique] and the [Heavenly Serenity Sword Technique], Ling Kong’s combat power was easily equal to that of a 2-star or even 3-star Spirit King Realm cultivator.

“You—” Pan Ya stared at him in disbelief. Could Ling Kong really be this strong?

Ling Kong smirked. “This form suits you. A true bug.”

He raised his sword again and soared back into the air.

Slash!

Another black blade of sword energy cleaved through the air—and Pan Ya’s other arm dropped to the ground.

Slash! Slash!

Two more black sword waves followed, slicing through Pan Ya’s insectoid legs. He collapsed into the pool of worm slime, struggling helplessly. His monstrous eyes reflected terror and despair.

But Ling Kong didn’t hesitate.

One final stroke of the sword.

Slash!

Pan Ya’s head was split clean in two, and the corrupted, twisted life within him ended.

In the original novel, Pan Ya had been a traitor—someone who would’ve eventually turned against the empire. Ling Kong had no intention of letting him live.

This battle ended quickly, decisively, and effortlessly.

From the side, Xia Yu remained seated, frozen in place. Her eyes were wide in disbelief. She watched as Pan Ya—who had torn Chu Mo apart—stood no chance at all against Ling Kong.

How… how could this be?

Ling Kong’s strength was beyond anything she had imagined. He was even stronger than Chu Mo—far, far stronger.

Suddenly, memories of the private duel from last year flooded her mind. Back then, even if Chu Mo had gone all out, would he have even stood a chance?

Had Ling Kong always been this powerful?

All those times she convinced herself she’d found someone stronger than Ling Kong…

That Ling Kong was her past, and that Chu Mo was her future…

Now it all crumbled.

What was Chu Mo? He was never Ling Kong’s match to begin with.

Xia Yu’s heart felt as if it had been pierced.

Reality struck her again, hard.

Ling Kong wasn’t just strong—he was unique. Unmatched. The best man she’d ever known.

And she had lost him.

She had thrown away the one person who could’ve protected her, cherished her, and truly stood beside her.

She had lost a man who could never be replaced.

Tears welled up in her eyes, then fell silently.

Every time she thought she could stand proud in front of Ling Kong again, he proved her wrong.

Every time she thought she could surpass him, he reminded her just how far ahead he truly was.

This was another blow.

Another deep regret.

She had given up on Ling Kong. She had chosen someone else. And now, she had nothing.

She had loved Ling Kong the most. She had imagined marrying him in the future. Even with all the men who surrounded her, she had always believed he would be the one.

But she had made a mistake—and she had lost him forever.

Ling Kong was never coming back.

She could only look up to him from afar now. Just like she was doing now.

And she could only envy Jiang Ruoxi.

She had once thought she could kill Jiang Ruoxi. Foolish. Jiang Ruoxi was protected by Ling Kong—how could she even try?

Because of Ling Kong, Jiang Ruoxi had remained untouched, unharmed throughout this perilous ancient ruin.

And she… she had relied on Chu Mo.

She had truly believed Chu Mo could protect her. That he could help her take revenge on Ling Kong and Jiang Ruoxi.

She had even dared to think that Ling Kong and Jiang Ruoxi would be the ones struggling, while she triumphed.

But in the end?

The truth was bitter.

She was the one who lost everything.