Chapter 237: 237 - Oh... hubby’s got him so good!

"You fuck... argh!" Xue Mo cried out in pain as Qingyi stepped on his foot, crushing it.

His injury was horrible, but it didn’t pose much of a threat to a Rebirth Realm cultivator.

If his Qi hadn’t been completely exhausted, he would probably only need a few minutes to recover.

"Oh... hubby’s got him so good!" A mischievous voice echoed as a woman of transcendental beauty and beautiful red eyes appeared, throwing herself into Qingyi’s arms.

The handsome young man merely deactivated the black dragon scales as he wrapped his tired arms around Ruyan, pressing his lips against hers in a gentle kiss.

"Ah... can I kill him now? Please! Please! The husband doesn’t have any use for him anymore, does he?"

"Y-your... Your... Traitorous bitch!" Xue Mo whimpered, barely able to find words in his confused mind.

Throughout the battle, Qingyi had claimed to be sleeping with his sister, but Xue Mo obviously didn’t believe him.

How could it be true? To him, it was obvious that Qingyi was just provoking him to get him out of control.

Unfortunately for him, that was very far from the truth.

Ruyan turned her face towards Xue Mo, her excited smile replaced by a deep frown.

She raised a single finger; thin, long and delicate, pointing directly at his groin.

Due to the state of the young lord’s Qi reserves, it was easy for her blood Qi to control his blood, making it flow strangely and drawing a desperate cry from Xue Mo.

A slight movement of her finger and a loud pop echoed, Xue Mo’s torn pants filling with blood.

"You see, husband? That’s what I do to people who insult your women! Hehehe..." Ruyan giggled excitedly as she jumped up and down, her breasts bouncing seductively.

She was happy.

Ever since she was conscious as a person, she had been constantly bullied by her older brothers, always afraid, always at risk of being turned into a breeding cow to fulfill her brother’s sick fetishes.

For the first time in her life, she was free, truly free.

And all thanks to one man.

"Argh... fuck... What have you done? You filthy whore! Do you know what Daddy’s going to do to you if he finds out? You! Ah...-" Xue Mo cried out, using what little strength he still had to bring his hand down to his crotch, feeling the lack of his manhood.

This only increased his desperation.

"Fuck, where’s my cock? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He started screaming uncontrollably, his eyes watering as his body shook violently.

From the level of destruction, not even the demon cult’s heavenly doctor would be able to fix it.

Ruyan laughed at the sight, even Qingyi letting out a giggle.

Unfortunately, that couldn’t last.

Qingyi crouched down next to Xue Mo. "You must have a metal fragment, similar to this sword, where is it?" Qingyi revealed the heaven-defying thunder sword.

"Fuck you!" Xue Mo cursed, trying to spit at Qingyi.

The handsome young man only sighed heavily as he pressed the blade against the young master’s neck.

With one smooth movement, he cut, just watching coldly as Xue Mo choked on his own blood.

When Xue Mo life force ran out and Xue Mo, Qingyi picked up his spatial ring, examining its contents.

After a few seconds, he finally found what he wanted, pulling out a small piece of metal.

"Oh... this will be good!" Ruxue appeared beside Qingyi, taking the fragment from his hand.

"I’ll need some time to absorb it, don’t disturb me." She spoke, her huge breasts bouncing as she returned to her world of the mind, the heaven-defying thunder sword soon being taken over by a soft glow.

"Ah... she didn’t even give me a kiss... doesn’t this woman respect her husband anymore?" Qingyi complained as he shook his head.

In the end, he could do little more than grumble silently as he stretched.

He was about to call Khaedryss to return to the orthodox alliance, but his body suddenly froze as he felt a gaze focused on him.

Turning his face, he met the gaze of a chubby, frightened man hiding in the middle of the forest.

’Is that Heidu? What’s he doing here?" Qingyi wondered, his eyes widening.

He immediately put Ruyan back into the world of mind and prepared to go after Heidu, who soon started running.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t possible either, his body freezing again.

This time, for a different reason.

In the distance, he felt a small pulse of Qi. It was at least a few hundred kilometers away, but it didn’t relax him, quite the opposite.

With his current power, he could barely extend pulses of Qi more than a few kilometers from his body.

Even extremely experienced masters were rarely able to send pulses of Qi beyond a few dozen kilometers.

To be able to send such intense and powerful pulses, that was not someone simple.

Qingyi closed his eyes, feeling that Qi.

It was demonic Qi, certainly similar to Xue Mo’s, but much more powerful and hideous.

Before he could even react, the owner of that Qi was already upon him, his cold eyes floating between the corpse on the ground and Qingyi.

He was a tall man, just over six feet tall, his aged face revealing features of nobility and beauty second only to those of Qingyi himself.

His eyes were blood red and his long black hair adorned with broken horns.

The Qi that surrounded him was powerful, far more powerful than anything Qingyi had ever seen in his life, every movement seeming capable of making the space around him collapse.

Not even Yaxiao, guardian of the Eternal River Sect, had such a thunderous presence.

"You’ve really caused me a lot of trouble." The man pointed a finger in Qingyi’s direction.

The handsome young man barely had time to react, covering his body with black scales before his vision darkened.

When he regained consciousness again, he was in a totally different place, a trail of destruction ripping for miles left behind, his body sunk into the rock of a great mountain.

His body was gripped by a deep pain, his lungs filling with blood as each of his ribs shattered, the black scales protecting his chest slowly disintegrating.

Qingyi thought it was the end.

But then he felt small, delicate hands grab his shoulders, sweet breath entering his nostrils as a large, soft pair of mountains pressed firmly against his chest.

"Be calm, little hero, I’ll save you." A sweet, serene voice, not unlike a heavenly symphony, echoed in Qingyi’s ear.