Chapter 893: Sword-Riding Great Demon King!

Fu Hanxiu looked down from above at Lady Lan below, his eyes full of indifference.

Upon hearing that, Fu San and the others almost spat it out.

They all looked at Fu Hanxiu with expressions hard to describe, wondering how the Emperor Sovereign could keep a straight face before so many people while admitting he was afraid of his wife.

But, to be fair, that's really satisfying!

Lady Lan's face shifted like a palette, changing over and over.

Fu Hanxiu would rather admit he's afraid of his wife than give her face.

She really must have been cursed for eight lifetimes to give birth to such a white-eyed wolf!

On Tongtian Tai, when Ye Qingran heard Fu Hanxiu say he was afraid of his wife, she nearly choked on her own saliva.

She turned and glared at Fu Hanxiu—this guy really dares to say anything!

Afraid of his wife?

Saying it made her seem like an overbearing, unreasonable tyrant.

"Lan Ling Wang, did you lose again?" Ye Qingran looked down on Lan Ling Wang with a teasing tone.

Lan Ling Wang was so angry his lungs felt like they'd explode.

He's the pride of Heaven-Reaching Road, the top genius of Xuanmiao Continent—how could he possibly lose?

"I didn't lose!"

Lan Ling Wang gritted his teeth, refusing to admit defeat.

"Oh, fine then, husky, keep going!"

The husky seemed to understand Ye Qingran's words, its attack grew fiercer as it bit into Lan Ling Wang's thigh, blood spraying.

Lan Ling Wang threw back his head and howled in pain.

Lan Chuzhuang's face fell. His son Lan Ling Wang was his pride and joy, destined to inherit Heaven-Reaching Road and develop Xuyu—how could he be treated like this?

"Ye Qingran, enough already!"

He said in a low voice.

"Lan Clan Head, if your son just admits he lost, wouldn't that settle things?" Ye Qingran said mockingly, "Or is it that the Lan Family of Heaven-Reaching Road can never afford to lose?"

Slapping such a big hat on the Lan Family, the crowd's murmurs grew louder.

"You..."

Lan Chuzhuang frowned.

"I will never admit defeat!"

Pa-pa-pa~

Clear applause rang in everyone's ears. Ye Qingran nodded, quite admiring Lan Ling Wang.

"Truly worthy of being the young master of the Lan Family of Heaven-Reaching Road!"

Ye Qingran waved her sleeve, and the husky vanished.

Just as everyone wondered when Ye Qingran had become so agreeable, she continued.

"Since Young Master Lan Ling Wang is so stubborn, I'll be generous and let you try the power of another talisman."

Everyone: "......"

Ye Qingran did as she said; as her words fell, another talisman made of heaven-as-paper flashed and turned into….

A pig!

To be exact, it was a pig with a very abstract appearance.

"Wow, it's really Little Pig Peppa!"

Xiao Hu leaned on the railing, bursting with excitement.

What a big Little Pig Peppa—looks so fun!

"Ran Jie really knows how to throw shade," Xia Zhimeng's mouth twitched wildly, "Calling him a pig and a dog—aren't you implying Lan Ling Wang is worse than a pig and a dog?"

The rest burst out laughing.

Compared to the husky, Little Pig Peppa obviously lacks attack power, but given the husky's precedent, no one doubts how weak this pig could be.

After a brief moment of shock, Lan Ling Wang realized Ye Qingran was mocking him.

"Ye Qingran, I'll fight you to the end!"

Lan Ling Wang charged at Ye Qingran like a madman, only to be blocked by Little Pig Peppa.

Little Pig Peppa lunged, launching him into the air, then as he was about to land, a Mount Tai Press crushed him flat against Tongtian Tai.

Pfft~

The blood spurting from Lan Ling Wang's mouth rose like a fountain, several zhang high!

Hiss~

Everyone covered their eyes, unable to bear the sight.

Just imagining being crushed by such a fat pig feels suffocating.

"Young Master Lan Ling Wang, what a miserable sight—has he ever been this embarrassed?"

"When has he ever lost in a match against others?"

"The word 'miserable' doesn't even begin to cover it…"

Lan Ling Wang finally crawled out from under Little Pig Peppa, only to be kicked away by its hoof.

Compared to the husky's agility, Little Pig Peppa is much clumsier, but that doesn't diminish its power.

That strike of Little Pig Peppa seemed to carry the power of mountains and seas; Lan Ling Wang didn't know how many mouthfuls of blood he'd vomited.

"Enough! Ling'er, admit defeat!"

"No way!" Lan Ling Wang's face was already swollen like a bun, bruised all over—where was any trace of his usual grace and dignity?

He cannot admit defeat, otherwise he would have completely lost to Ye Qingran.

He, Lan Ling Wang, is the number one genius of Profound Subtle; how could he lose to a lowly woman?

"You lowly thing, I, Lan Ling Wang, could never lose to you!"

Lan Ling Wang let out a low, deep growl.

"Really? Even with death approaching, you still dare to be tough-mouthed!" Ye Qingran gave a cold smile, "I want to see whether it's your mouth that's tough, or my pig's toughness."

Ye Qingran moved her thought, and Little Pig Peppa stepped back a few steps, then began to dig the ground, making a motion preparing to charge.

The crowd swallowed their saliva, not knowing what this pig was about to do.

Lan Chuzhuang's face was solemn, his whole body tensed, ready to strike at any moment.

Little Pig Peppa finished charging, then rushed fiercely toward Lan Ling Wang, its body growing at a visible speed; no one doubted that if hit by this pig, one would not die but be crippled!

Lan Ling Wang's eyes reflected Little Pig Peppa, his pupils constricted; at that moment his heart was filled with fear, he smelled the breath of death, finally felt afraid, he wanted to beg for mercy, but could not make a sound from his throat.

"Stop!"

A figure flew in, blocked Little Pig Peppa's path, and struck it, shattering it.

"Lan Family Head, what do you mean by this?"

"Ye Qingran, enough already!"

Ye Qingran's voice cold and deep, "If only your son would admit defeat, I wouldn't have gone to such lengths."

"He lost!"

Lan Chuzhuang's face was very grim.

His son actually lost to an obscure woman, what a disgrace!

"Wouldn't it have been over if he'd admitted defeat early? Why must he suffer so much?" Ye Qingran laughed and shook her head, "However, best of five, Lan Ling Wang lost this round, so he lost this match to me. Or does he want to continue in the next two rounds?"

Lan Ling Wang struggled to get up, but Lan Chuzhuang scolded him into stopping.

"No more! You've won!"

Ye Qingran nodded, bluntly sneering, "With just this little ability, you still dare to compare yourself to my man? You can't even beat me, so what qualifications do you have?"

The faces of the Lan family members grew even grimmer.

"Ye Qingran, shut your mouth!" Lady Lan scolded.

Ye Qingran refused to.

"What, did I say something wrong? What Heaven-Reaching Road peerless genius? What peerless heavenly pride that suppresses an era? I haven't even gotten serious and I'm already down, how boring!"

The crowd gazed at Ye Qingran, their hearts trembling, their emotions unable to calm for a long time.

If it had been before the match, they would surely have doubted her words, but the facts have already proven everything.

The peerless heavenly pride of the Heaven-Reaching Road, before Ye Qingran, is indeed not worth a single blow.

"Oh, I heard you're also skilled at sword control?"

As her words fell, she moved her thought, with her as the center, all swords within ten li around her were drawn!

This time, she incarnated as the Sword-Wielding Great Demon King, without borrowing a sword, using the most overbearing way to display her sword-control prowess!