Chapter 122: A Wife is Not as Good as a Concubine, and a Concubine is Not as Good as a Stolen Lover

"Heh, a mere petty trick!"

Regarding this, a wicked arc curled at the corners of Su Chen's mouth, his eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty and brutal look as he laughed indifferently.

The next instant, Su Chen flipped his right palm, and wisps of pure Spiritual Power, intermingled with the power of Yang Flame, surged out from his body, converging into a hundred-zhang-long golden sword.

Su Chen raised his right arm abruptly, brandishing the golden sword, and collided with the incoming Blood Luo Net.

"Bang!"

A terrifying wave of energy spread from the point where the two collided, whipping up rolling gales that shredded the surrounding tables, chairs, tea sets, and bonsai into dust.

And at the moment they touched, the Blood Luo Net actually collapsed directly, transforming into patches of scarlet light that vanished.

"Pfft~"

After the blow, Xuesha's body shook violently, and he retreated more than ten steps before steadying himself; a sweetness rose in his throat, and he spat out a large mouthful of crimson blood, his face turning pale.

After coming to his senses, Mu Yuqing widened her beautiful eyes, staring at Su Chen in disbelief, her pretty face filled with excitement, her heart feeling as if it had stopped beating.

"Heh, you are not worthy of knowing who this Young Master is." Su Chen glanced at Xuesha and sneered.

Meiniang's mindset was different from that of Xuesha and Young Master Kongxu; she licked her own alluring lips, staring at Su Chen with an appreciative look, and murmured in her heart: "Tsk tsk, a fine seedling, qualified to engage in Dual Cultivation with this Saintess."

Although she was no longer a virgin, what man could resist the temptation of "stealing a taste"?

She was already considering whether to throw herself into Su Chen's arms and deliver herself to his lips.

She had never dreamed that the man she had unintentionally surrendered herself to would be this powerful.

In that previous strike, he had used most of the vital blood in his entire body, enough to slay a powerhouse of the Great Saint Realm.

The strength of the man in black before him far exceeded his expectations, even causing him to feel a deep sense of dread, as if he were looking at a primordial fierce beast.

Beside him, Kongxu Gongzi felt an even greater sense of boundless horror in his heart.

He had originally thought that Su Chen was just a weakling who couldn't catch his eye at all, but he never expected that Su Chen's strength would be so terrifying.

He looked astonished, clutching his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief, and muttered to himself: "No, this is impossible! Who exactly are you!"

Every man is unable to resist the feeling of "stealing a taste" outside.

A wife is not as good as a concubine, and a concubine is not as good as a stolen lover.

This feeling was something he had only experienced when encountering those top-tier mighty figures above the Great Saint Realm.

In the Beiwang Continent, he had never heard of such a young expert.

This arrogant guy in front of him had actually neutralized his powerful attack with a light wave of his hand, and then severely wounded him; it was simply unbelievable.

This scene stunned everyone; no one had expected that Su Chen could actually defeat Xuesha, who had a cultivation base at the late stage of the Small Saint Realm, head-on.

"Little thief, you..."

But in the end, he had still lost, and lost so thoroughly.

And he had been severely wounded by a single blow.

How can flowers at home compare to wild flowers?

Su Chen did not pay attention to the various gazes of the crowd; he reached out and touched Mu Yuqing's dark, shiny hair, teasingly asking: "Sister, is the little thief impressive?"

"En."

Hearing this, Mu Yuqing's pretty face flushed slightly, and she nodded.

"Hahaha, then from now on, Sister, you must obediently listen to the little thief, and the little thief will protect you well." Su Chen laughed heartily, a triumphant smile appearing in his eyes.

Mu Yuqing glared at him fiercely and said crossly: "Stop messing around, let's leave here quickly; they still have many Quasi-Emperor experts here who haven't made a move yet."

"Why would we leave?"

Su Chen shrugged, looking disdainful: "I don't even put these guys in my eyes; they are all just trash!"

"You..."

Seeing Su Chen mercilessly humiliate his group in public, Xuesha's anger soared to the heavens, his eyes turning scarlet.

"What? You trash, still not convinced?"

Su Chen turned his head to look at him, a cold smile curling at the corners of his mouth, and said indifferently: "Do you want to try again?"

As he spoke, Su Chen crooked his index finger at Xuesha.

Seeing this, Xuesha gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, hating to the point of madness; as a dignified Small Saint Realm powerhouse and Saint Son of the Blood Refining Hall, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

"This Saint Son will fight you to the death!"

Xuesha curled his lips, revealing a chilling smile.

Then, his entire body was shrouded in blood-colored mist.

His figure flashed, darting toward Su Chen like a ghost; holding a blood-colored war blade, he swept it out horizontally, tearing through the void and carrying a sharp, biting blade intent as he slashed straight at Su Chen's head.

"Not good! Xuesha is burning his Initial Origin Spiritual Qi; he's going all out!"

Qingkong and the other Elders of the Heavenly Demon Sect all noticed this scene, their expressions changing one after another, their eyes filled with worry as they couldn't help but warn him.

Su Chen was the first person capable of forcing Xuesha to the point of burning his Initial Origin Spiritual Power.

"Little thief, hurry and dodge!"

Seeing this, Mu Yuqing's pretty face changed color, and she couldn't help but shout, her heart worried to the extreme.

Su Chen remained standing in place, motionless, his face filled with a playful smile.

"Xiaoxian, kill him!"

Su Chen suddenly stretched out his right hand, pointing at the incoming Xuesha.

"Awoo!"

Suddenly, the heavens and earth changed color; a one-meter-long golden little Dragon appeared above Su Chen's head, soared into the sky, roared at the heavens, and emitted an extremely terrifying aura.

This Dragon roar, which shook the nine heavens, made everyone in the main hall tremble with fear and their hair stand on end.

"Ah! A golden divine Dragon!!!"

Someone recognized Xiaoxian's identity, let out a startled cry, and their pupils shrank abruptly.

Xiaoxian belongs to the Divine Dragon lineage and possesses terrifying majesty; once it releases the aura of its bloodline, other low-level fierce beasts must crawl at its feet and tremble, submitting to its pressure.

Therefore, the appearance of Xiaoxian at this moment immediately caused a huge uproar, and everyone fell into a panic.

"Roar~"

The next instant, Xiaoxian roared toward the sky, its one-meter-long Dragon body thrashing violently, stirring up the wind and clouds as if a god had descended upon the world.

It opened its mouth and spat out a stream of scorching Dragon Flame, which swept straight toward the incoming Xuesha.

"Ah! What is that!?"

Seeing this, Xuesha, who had still been harboring a fluke mentality, opened his eyes wide, his pupils shrinking violently, his face filled with disbelief.

He had never felt such a terrifying aura before and wanted to flee, but it was already too late.

Boom!

The next moment, the Dragon Flame engulfed Xuesha, emitting a deafening explosion, and immediately, Xuesha was burned to ashes and disappeared.

Silence, deathly silence.

The people around, including Kongxu Gongzi and Meiniang, were all dumbfounded, frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

Is it really an ancient Divine Dragon? It solved Xuesha with just one mouthful of Dragon Flame?!

"Hiss!"

Everyone gasped, their eyes wide with shock.

(End of this chapter)