少妇极度饥渴连续高潮

“It’s a good chance to suppress Li Hao a bit, he’s been too arrogant!”

The Nascent Soul cultivators of several families did not act. However, Xu Qingxuan stepped forward and said: “Li Jun, Li Hao is the emperor appointed by the Holy Son! Are you not afraid of the Holy Son’s wrath for insulting him?”

“Qingxuan!”

Li Hao growled, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and humiliation. It was one thing to be humiliated by Yang Chen, but now he was being trampled by Li Jun. Worse, Qingxuan had to see this.

Damn it! Li Jun, I will have you executed by a thousand cuts! Drag your concubines to the harem and ravage them! Li Hao roared internally.

Li Jun looked at Xu Qingxuan and said coldly: “The Liyang royal family does not need the Xuantian Sect to dictate! This is our family affair, none of the Holy Son’s business!”

“How dare you ignore the Holy Son!”

Xu Qingxuan shouted angrily. At this moment, the Nascent Soul cultivator beside Li Jun glanced at Xu Qingxuan, and a thunderous roar erupted. A purple thunderbolt shot from his eyes, directly at Xu Qingxuan. With her cultivation at the Ninth stage of the Foundation Establishment realm, she couldn’t evade. If struck, she would die.

Despair flashed in Xu Qingxuan’s eyes. But at that moment, a green light appeared before her. The thunderbolt struck it, creating only a ripple.

“Holy Son!?”

Xu Qingxuan’s eyes lit up with joy. She looked back to see Yang Chen’s imposing figure approaching.

“How bold! Daring to harm a disciple of the Xuantian Sect!”

Yang Chen’s voice was heavy, filled with killing intent. As he spoke, a giant hand of green flame enveloped the Nascent Soul cultivator.

“Ah! It’s a Primordial Fire! Elder Zhao, save me!”

The Nascent Soul cultivator screamed. Lightning flickered within the giant hand but was ineffective. Only cries of pain came from within.

“Holy Son of Xuantian, Elder Lei is a core elder of Wind and Thunder Sect. If you kill him, are you declaring war between Xuantian Sect and Wind and Thunder Sect?”

Another Nascent Soul cultivator of Wind and Thunder Sect shouted angrily but didn’t dare to intervene. The flaming giant hand exuded a potent aura of death.

“A mere Fifth stage Nascent Soul realm cultivator can be a core elder of Wind and Thunder Sect! With such strength, does your Wind and Thunder Sect think it can match the Xuantian Sect?”

Yang Chen’s tone was full of disdain. The gap between Wind and Thunder Sect and Xuantian Sect was not just in the number of cultivators but also in their quality. However, at this moment, a flash of lightning dispersed the flaming giant hand, followed by a powerful pressure that forced all cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage to their knees.

“Soul Formation Realm!”

“It’s a Soul Formation Realm cultivator!”

The clan leaders of various cultivation families, though not kneeling, were drenched in cold sweat. Lightning coalesced into an elderly man with white hair and purple eyes, emanating endless thunderbolts, ready to destroy the world at any moment. The Nascent Soul cultivator he saved was in tattered clothes and unconscious.

“As expected of the Xuantian Sect’s sole direct disciple of the Sect Master!”

“In the Northern Spiritual Realm, not to mention the younger generation, even among us old guys at the Soul Formation Realm, few can match you!”

The old man’s voice was like rumbling thunder, his heart shaken. A hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. This young man was too terrifying. Given a millennium, who in the Northern Spiritual Realm could be his opponent? Would there be any place for Wind and Thunder Sect?

“Great Elder!”

Another Nascent Soul cultivator saluted hastily. Li Jun, standing on Li Hao’s head, looked excited. The Great Elder was a Soul Formation Realm cultivator, representing invincibility in the Northern Spiritual Realm. Even the Holy Son of Xuantian Sect could not rival a Soul Formation Realm cultivator. Today, the throne would be his!

“So, it’s the Great Elder of Wind and Thunder Sect!”

“It seems Wind and Thunder Sect is determined to take over Liyang Kingdom!”

Yang Chen’s aura surged, resisting the elder’s pressure, allowing the others to stand.

“Holy Son of Xuantian Sect, this is an internal matter of Liyang Kingdom! We are outsiders; it’s better not to interfere! Let the two brothers decide who will be the ruler!”

Li Jun’s mouth curved into a smile, looking at Li Hao, who lay on the ground like a dead dog.

“Hao’er!” Zhao Shirou approached, seeing her son in such a pitiful state, her eyes filled with reluctance.

“Rou’er, don’t worry!”

Yang Chen held her shoulders, addressing the elder: “The Great Elder is an outsider! But this Holy Son is not an outsider!”

“Oh?”

The elder was puzzled, his eyes showing confusion. Yang Chen, holding Zhao Shirou’s shoulders, looked at Li Hao, his mouth full of blood, and smiled.

“Hao’er, is Uncle Yang an outsider? Tell the Great Elder about your relationship with Uncle Yang!”

***

Li Hao was pinned under Li Jun’s foot, his face covered in blood. Hearing Yang Chen’s words, a surge of fury rushed to his head.

Bastard! Yang Chen, damn you!

Li Hao cursed internally. He knew Yang Chen’s intentions all too well. This bastard was taking advantage of his predicament, forcing him to utter that detestable title. Veins bulged on Li Hao’s face as he glared fiercely at Yang Chen. Even though he was being humiliated under Li Jun’s foot, the humiliation from Yang Chen was far worse.

This bastard had slept with his mother, and now she was pregnant with his child. He was being forced to acknowledge the reality of Yang Chen as his stepfather. Moreover, judging by his mother’s current state, the poison he used on her had no effect, and that brat survived. Damn it!

“Holy Son of Xuantian Sect, it seems you two have no real relationship! In my opinion, let the brothers decide the throne’s ownership themselves!”

“Jun’er!” The Great Elder of Wind and Thunder Sect  said, glancing at Li Jun.

Li Jun, being smart, immediately understood and applied more pressure.

Crunch!

Crunch!

Crack!

The sound of teeth and bones breaking echoed. Li Hao’s face twisted in pain as Li Jun ground his head underfoot, blood flowing freely. Even a beggar on the street would remain silent upon witnessing this.

[Ding, Li Hao is humiliated underfoot, losing 500 points of Providence Luck. The host has gained 500 VPs!]

Yang Chen’s lips curved slightly. Hao’er, why resist? Just call me father, isn’t it easier? After all, I am your stepfather. Your mother carries my child; you will soon have a sibling. Why not acknowledge this fact? Seeing you suffer makes me feel pity.

“Hao’er!” Zhao Shirou couldn’t help but cry out: “Stop being stubborn! If you don’t acknowledge your relationship with Brother Chen, how can he save you?”

Despite her fury over Li Hao poisoning her, the decades of maternal bond softened her heart.