What exactly... have you done to me

Boom!

This scene, these words, were like ten thousand alpacas stampeding wildly across Mo Bufan's heart.

Mo Bufan's eyes widened into perfect circles.

What was he seeing?

That terrifying Evernight Empress who killed without blinking, who glared a Golden Core Perfected One to death...

Was now actually curled up in that scar-faced man's embrace like a docile little kitten?

And from the looks of it... even from this distance, he could feel that the empress's body was... soft?

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!!"

Mo Bufan's worldview collapsed.

Why?!

Why was he sent flying just from getting close, while this bastard got to hold the Evernight Empress?!

"An illusion! This must be an illusion!!"

Mo Bufan scratched at the ground like a madman, oblivious even as his fingernails broke.

"No... Boy, calm down!"

Just as Mo Bufan was about to lose his mind, the Demon Venerable's voice suddenly became extremely solemn and venomous.

"Look at her eyes!"

"She is struggling! She is resisting! But her body can't move!"

The Demon Venerable was an old monster after all, and his judgment was sharp.

"She has just awakened, and her true spirit has not recovered. Killing that Golden Core Daoist just now was the end of her strength! It was an overdraw of her last bit of origin source!"

"Right now, she is nothing but an empty shell!"

"That Li Feiyu... he must have used some despicable method, or some special extreme-yang dharma treasure, to temporarily suppress her extreme-yin physique!"

"This is an opportunity!!"

The Demon Venerable's voice was filled with a greedy roar.

"Take her life while she's weak!"

"I will help you, together we will snatch the Evernight Empress back!"

Hearing this, Mo Bufan's originally despairing eyes instantly ignited with the crazy ghost-fire of ambition.

So she was just a paper tiger!

So she was just putting on a front!

"Playing the devil..."

Mo Bufan slowly climbed up from the ground, the dark red demonic qi beginning to surge madly on his broken demonic arm.

"Li Feiyu..."

"Let her go."

"Otherwise, I'll let you know what it means to beg for life and be unable to die!"

...

On the altar.

Tantai Jin finally gathered a bit of strength.

She bit the tip of her tongue hard, the sharp pain rousing her somewhat from that sinking pleasure.

"Get lost!!"

She let out a low growl, pushing against Gu Yang's chest with all her might.

This time, Gu Yang naturally let go.

Tantai Jin stumbled back two steps, leaning against the ice coffin, panting heavily.

Her usually meticulous imperial robes were somewhat disheveled at this moment.

The collar was slightly open, and the exposed collarbones were dyed with a faint layer of pink.

Those heterochromatic eyes stared fixedly at Gu Yang, filled with shame, anger, killing intent, and a trace of deep... fear.

She didn't understand.

Why?

Why did her proud strength become ineffective in front of this man?

Why was her body so... eager for his touch?

"What exactly... did you do to this seat?"

Tantai Jin's voice trembled, carrying the brokenness of trampled pride.

Bang.

Her cold back crashed heavily against the crystal coffin wall.

The pain of that instant finally tore open a shred of clarity in Tantai Jin's chaotic sea of consciousness.

She panted heavily, the fabric on her chest embroidered with a ferocious demonic dragon rising and falling violently. Every breath pulled out a wave of snow-white skin.

Shame.

A monstrous sense of shame surged through her veins like magma.

Who was she?

She was the Evernight Empress from three thousand years ago, the one who stood at the pinnacle of all demons, whose single word could decide the life and death of billions of living beings!

Beneath her feet was once a throne paved with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

But just now...

She had actually gone soft in the arms of a Foundation Establishment stage ant, like a mortal slut in heat?

And even because of his touch, she felt...

"Damn it... damn it..."

Tantai Jin bit her pale lips tightly until beads of blood seeped out. In her heterochromatic eyes burned a fury capable of incinerating the heavens.

"This seat will kill you... I will definitely kill you!!"

She abruptly raised her hand, demonic qi surging in her palm and turning into a pitch-black Nirvana Demonic Shuttle.

That was her meager remaining origin power, enough to instantly pierce through the skull of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Die!!"

She roared, viciously thrusting the demonic shuttle in her hand at the man who was looking at her with a teasing face.

However.

The moment her killing intent locked on.

Buzz—

That damned, despair-inducing power of rules descended once again.

Deep between her eyebrows, that newly formed golden rune suddenly lit up.

"Ugh!"

Tantai Jin's wrist froze in mid-air.

Not just froze.

To her horror, she discovered that the fully formed Nirvana Demonic Shuttle automatically disintegrated when it came within three feet of Gu Yang. It turned into wisps of gentle demonic qi, wrapping around Gu Yang's fingers like a pet trying to please its master.

And the spiritual power within her body flowed backward madly, violently slamming against her dantian.

Pfft—

She spat out a mouthful of backlash blood, dyeing the air in front of her red.

That was the backlash of a slave attacking its master.

"This... this is..."

Tantai Jin ignored the blood at the corner of her mouth and frantically looked inward at herself.

When she clearly saw the sparkling golden Reversed Slave Contract deeply branded onto her true spirit deep within her divine soul, her majestic and stunning face instantly turned as pale as paper.

"A slave mark?!"

"How is this possible... This is the Yin-Yang Soul Exchange Array set up by this seat, how could it turn into a slave mark?!"

I am the slave?

This Foundation Establishment ant... is the master?

A sense of absolute absurdity instantly drowned her reason.

Mo Bufan was still charging forward.

"Die! Go to hell!!"

Looking at the weak and powerless empress leaning against the coffin, the greed in his eyes had completely overpowered his reason.

"She is mine! She is my Heavenly Corpse Puppet!!"

Mo Bufan roared, raising his broken dark red demonic arm high. Carrying a nauseating stench of blood, he clawed viciously at Tantai Jin's slender neck.

He was going to take her life while she was weak!

He wanted to trample this lofty woman under his feet!

This scene fell into the eyes of Tantai Jin, who had just suffered the blow of the slave mark and was on the verge of an extreme breakdown.

She couldn't kill Gu Yang.

Did even a bug from the gutter like this dare to humiliate this seat?!

"Get lost!!!"

An extremely shrill shriek erupted from Tantai Jin's throat.

It wasn't language.

It was a ferocious beast driven to a dead end, it was the fury of imperial power being trampled.

All the humiliation, all the unwillingness, all the killing intent—since they couldn't be vented on that damn master, then...

I'll give it all to you!!

Rumble—

Tantai Jin's waterfall-like black hair instantly danced wildly in the air, each strand seeming to turn into a sharp blade slicing through the void.

She didn't use any spells.

She merely glared fiercely at Mo Bufan with those heterochromatic eyes.

"Kneel down... for this seat!!"

An imperial aura that, although weak, fundamentally crushed everything, mixed with the monstrous corpse qi accumulated over three thousand years, transformed into an invisible giant black hand and slammed down viciously!

"What?!"

Mid-air, Mo Bufan's face instantly turned deathly pale.

How was that a paper tiger?

That was clearly an erupting active volcano!

"No——!!"