Shao Yi used the back of his hand to wipe away the blood overflowing from the corner of his lips, then slowly smeared it across her frost-like face.

Hearing her heavy, rapid breathing, he suddenly truly wanted to sigh. Only the Zhuyin Clan could produce such a foul temper. The Zhuyin Clan—the Zhuyin Clan like dark clouds.

He frowned again, released her, pulled out the ice blade that had pierced through his right chest and crushed it in his hand. Looking at her blood-stained face, his hand slowly moved away from her mouth.

“Little mudfish,” he called to her like a sigh, “you’ve truly frightened me. Very well, this time I admit defeat.”

Ice barriers rapidly erupted forth. He didn’t wait for them to touch him and had already retreated several zhang. Xuan Yi turned over and sat up, her complexion countless times paler than before, both wrists trembling, unable to properly fasten her garment ties no matter how she tried.

The sound of the howling wind grew louder and louder. The sun-drenched mountain hollow gradually turned dark and gloomy. Shao Yi turned his head to look at the sky behind him. Dark purple demonic fog was gathering in masses at the horizon. The wind was raging so fiercely—clearly there was an extremely powerful demon nearby.

This place was not suitable for lingering.

He walked over and lifted Xuan Yi horizontally in his arms. Seeing her open her mouth to exhale ice barriers again, he said: “I don’t have time right now to heal this wound. If you continue to be reckless, I’ll leave you here alone to face the demons.”

As soon as the words fell, the ice barrier pushed him back several zhang. Xuan Yi fell to the ground, her face turning green with pain. These two heart feathers were simply too unfair. She was now covered in dragon scales, making it difficult to injure herself to make him hurt. If she wanted to hit him, he seemed not to fear pain at all, while she ended up hurting herself half to death instead. Her life was in this fellow’s hands as leverage, yet she had to hold him like fragile glass in her palm. Thinking about it really made her lungs want to explode with anger.

She retreated two steps, looking at him coldly. The intense pain in her right chest made her voice somewhat weak: “…The thing you want the Zhuyin Clan to do is related to the Sea of Parting Sorrow?”

Thinking back and forth, the only evidence left so far of any discord between their two clans was the Sea of Parting Sorrow that now gave the upper realm such headaches. Seeing his mysterious, evasive attitude, she continued: “You don’t want to become a Demon King or Great Lord, do you?”

Shao Yi let out a “tch” of laughter: “This vicious little villain has a higher chance of becoming a Great Lord than I do.”

He walked over again, grabbed her by the loosened collar, and lifted her up: “Today you’ve thoroughly provoked my anger twice. If there’s a third time, I won’t be polite anymore.”

He held her, about to ride the wind upward, when suddenly half the sky was illuminated by auspicious light. That mass of dark purple demonic fog collided with the auspicious light, and immediately the violent sounds of techniques being unleashed rang out. In the gaps between light and darkness, an enormous golden dragon was weaving through.

It was the Huaxu Clan’s sword energy transformed into a dragon.

Shao Yi lowered his head to look at Xuan Yi. She was also staring at that golden dragon in a daze, her gaze focused and clear. He couldn’t help but narrow his eyes and rode the wind in the opposite direction. Who knew that in the next moment, dark purple demonic fog would suddenly engulf this mountain hollow. Sinister wind stabbed in like blades, and after landing, rapidly transformed into a martial figure—a demon male who didn’t look very old. He was a head taller than ordinary divine beings, his dark purple long robe covering his body like clouds.

Most bizarre of all, he held three unconscious goddesses in his left hand, carried two on his shoulder, and held another in his right hand. After landing, he tossed these goddesses onto the ground and laughed loudly with a stern voice: “There don’t seem to be many goddesses with superior looks in the upper realm. Why don’t you send down more beauties?!”

Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he glimpsed auspicious light not far above. He looked up and saw a young general dressed in black general’s armor. In his arms he held a small goddess whose clothing was disheveled, her garment ties almost all broken, revealing a patch of shoulder. Below her skirt hem, one porcelain-like leg was also bare. Although half her face was covered in bloodstains, she was delicate and radiant—truly a rarely seen beauty.

His eyes immediately lit up: “This one is good! Come here!”

Demonic wind suddenly arose, and pitch-black spears tainted with turbid energy shot forth one after another. Shao Yi transformed into a blazing wind to avoid the spears. Without warning, that demon male was already right before his eyes, extending a palm to snatch Xuan Yi away. Shao Yi dodged again.

Seeing that he neither struck back nor cursed, only repeatedly dodging with incomparable agility and swiftness, the demon male immediately flew into a rage. He roared loudly on flat ground, his voice like a tiger’s roar, his aura extremely fierce.

Shao Yi couldn’t help but laugh: “So fierce.”

The demon male was about to surge his demonic power when suddenly he felt an extremely swift, slender golden light flash at his side. The clear sound of wind brushed past his robe, and that golden light suddenly transformed into a massive golden dragon of extraordinary speed. He had no time to dodge and could only instinctively turn his body aside. His left arm was bitten off cleanly at the shoulder, and he roared again in pain.

Dense auspicious light pursued from behind, and various techniques along with divine weapons and sharp implements fell down upon him like rain. Relying on his ability to heal repeatedly, he didn’t dodge. With his left arm clenched in his mouth, he leapt up and transformed into sinister wind to flee. Without warning, an ice wall that was completely invisible appeared before him at some unknown time. He crashed headlong into it and was actually stunned for a moment.

The massive golden dragon rushed over urgently and bit down on his waist and abdomen, dragging him across the ground for over a dozen zhang. The pain made him scream again. Countless generals had already caught up closely. These divine realm generals were obviously much more experienced and fierce than the earlier Yibingyin Division. In almost an instant, demon-binding cords and cinnabar incantations had bound his tall body tightly and securely.

“We’ve captured alive the Third Prince of Great Lord Suihu!”

The generals cried out in relief, some cheering, some excited. Crown Prince Chang Qin also showed a trace of joy. He waved his hand: “Send him to the South Heaven Gate! These goddesses…”

He looked at the six goddesses on the ground that the Third Prince had brought here. They should have been randomly seized by him along his route. The Third Prince had always been obsessed with lust. Upon seeing any goddess with some beauty, he would immediately strike. After violating them, if he was in a good mood, he would let them go; if in a bad mood, tearing them to pieces on the spot was not uncommon. Fortunately, these few were lucky and hadn’t encountered such a tragic fate.

The generals used techniques to awaken those six goddesses. After confirming they were uninjured, they told them to return to their respective divisions. Among them, one haggard-looking goddess dressed in goose-yellow general’s armor wept silently for a moment, then suddenly looked up as if seeing something. She let out a low cry, then remained motionless.

Crown Prince Chang Qin no longer concerned himself with them, only calling out loudly: “Division A of the Dingmao Division, proceed ten thousand li east to assist Division B in exterminating Zhanglu.”

The generals who had long been through battles were already accustomed to restraining excessive joy. The matter of capturing the Third Prince alive only made them laugh for a while, then they immediately rode the wind into the distance. Crown Prince Chang Qin saw a tea-white figure still remaining in place and couldn’t help but say in surprise: “Fucang?”

This white-robed divine lord’s garments flickered, and he was already in mid-air. The azure-blue Chun Jun instantly unsheathed, its sword tip aimed at a young general opposite him dressed in black general’s armor. Crown Prince Chang Qin was immediately utterly astonished—attacking a fellow soldier?! He hurriedly pursued, only to see that the general held a goddess in his arms whose clothing was disheveled and whose face was stained with blood. He couldn’t help but be even more shocked.

“Put her down,” Fucang said fixedly, looking at Shao Yi, his voice extremely low.

Shao Yi lowered his head with a smile: “She is my most precious treasure. Yet you caused her heart ailment to relapse, adding quite a bit of trouble for me. This time, I’m somewhat reluctant to let go.”

The azure-blue Chun Jun transformed into a golden light. The massive golden dragon coiled beside Fucang. His voice remained very low: “Put her down.”

Shao Yi tilted his head thoughtfully, slowly stroking Xuan Yi’s hair twice, and laughed softly: “Then I’ll temporarily borrow her for a while longer. Remember to return her to me when the time comes.”

The slender body was tossed out and fell into Fucang’s embrace.

Shao Yi floated backward for a distance, staring at Xuan Yi for a moment, and said indifferently: “Little mudfish, remember to cultivate well.”

Fucang gripped the Dragon Princess’s shoulder tightly in his arms. All her garment ties were broken, barely covering her body. Her left leg was completely bare. Even more frightening was that half her face was covered in blood, her lips pale blue-white, looking as if her breath was barely hanging on.

The massive golden dragon, swift as lightning, shot toward the black-clad general opposite. With a thunderous “clang,” an invisible ice wall was shattered by the golden dragon—a Zhuyin Clan ice wall.

Fucang’s gaze was profound. He gently wiped away the half-dried bloodstains on her face with his finger, then embraced her tightly. The golden dragon transformed into Chun Jun and fell back into its sheath. The white-robed divine lord turned and sped away at high speed, leaving behind both Crown Prince Chang Qin’s astonished calls and Shao Yi.