264: Specializes in dealing with aloof women

Time passed in the blink of an eye; three days had gone by.

On this day, the demon-suppressing army formed by the eight top Sects, after intense and frantic mobilization, finally arrived in full force within the territory of the Haoyue Demon Palace.

"Woo... Woo... Woo...!"

At this moment, the entire Haoyue Demon Palace sounded with urgent and heavy defensive horns.

The sound of the horns seemed to carry a decisive Aura, echoing through the valleys and shaking people to their cores.

Under Ling Tun's mobilization, everyone in the Haoyue Demon Palace had their fighting spirit ignited. They were all eager to fight, rushing toward the outside of the Mountain Gate.

Yang Lingchen took the lead, his entire body radiating an imposing Aura. He flew all the way to the front of the Haoyue Demon Palace's Mountain Gate. With a straight posture and determined gaze, he looked like a descending god of war.

Not far behind Yang Lingchen, a woman nearly three meters tall was chatting with a beautiful woman. They were Ling Xinrou and Zhang Xiaoyue, who had previously saved Yang Lingchen.

"Xinrou, I heard that Yang Lingchen can kill a God Emperor now. Is that true?" Zhang Xiaoyue asked with wide, curious eyes.

"Of course it's true. I heard from Grandfather that Yang Lingchen is even more powerful than him," Ling Xinrou said with a certain tone.

"That exaggerated? Is it for real?" Zhang Xiaoyue's mouth opened slightly in surprise, appearing somewhat incredulous.

"Of course it's true. I heard from Grandfather that my great-grand-aunt even let Yang Lingchen go to her peak a while ago! Maybe it was my great-grand-aunt who helped him improve his strength," Ling Xinrou's eyes shone with admiration.

"No wonder he Cultivates so fast. So it was Old Ancestor Yanyun teaching him. If I had known, This Young Lady would have pursued him back then," Zhang Xiaoyue said with a look of regret, a trace of remorse in her eyes.

"Didn't you dislike that his size wasn't enough?" Ling Xinrou blushed and said in a low voice.

"To me, his size was indeed a little small, but I have an ancestral secret recipe! It's enough to make his size bigger," Zhang Xiaoyue smiled indifferently, her eyes full of confidence.

"Pfft." Ling Xinrou couldn't help but giggle, her laughter as crisp as silver bells.

Meanwhile, not far away, Yang Lingchen was speechless. With his current extraordinary strength, even if a mosquito was buzzing three hundred meters away, he could hear it clearly.

What left him speechless was that Zhang Xiaoyue and Ling Xinrou were actually discussing his size so unscrupulously behind his back.

Actually, Zhang Xiaoyue wasn't ugly. In terms of looks alone, she was even prettier than many girls.

She had exquisite features and skin like snow, but her unusually tall stature, standing at a full three meters, did indeed make the average person shrink back.

"Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom!"

Just then, the joint demon-suppressing army of the eight top Sects finally arrived aggressively at the foot of the Haoyue Demon Palace.

For a moment, dust flew, and the sounds of battle cries shook the sky. The atmosphere at the scene became extremely heavy.

Yan Gucheng stood in mid-air, his black robe fluttering in the wind. He looked at Ling Tun with icy eyes and said coldly: "Ling Tun, hand over Yang Lingchen and compensate our Sects with one billion spirit crystals, and I won't make things difficult for your Haoyue Demon Palace."

Yan Gucheng's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, carrying an unquestionable dignity.

"Yan Gucheng, screw your wife. What kind of thing are you, daring to threaten my Haoyue Demon Palace."

Ling Tun looked disdainful and started retorting directly. His eyes widened in anger, and the Aura on his body erupted; he wasn't afraid of Yan Gucheng's threat in the slightest.

As soon as Ling Tun finished speaking, She Xianger, who was beside Yan Gucheng, instantly turned livid.

She gritted her teeth, anger flashing in her eyes, wishing she could rush up and tear Ling Tun into pieces.

"Ling Tun, you are courting death." Yan Gucheng was so angry his face turned green. His hands were clenched tight, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"Yan Gucheng, stop putting on airs in front of me. Aren't you looking for Yang Lingchen? He's right here. If you have the ability, single him out," Ling Tun said coldly, his eyes full of provocation.

Yang Lingchen coughed lightly and said: "Cough, cough... Senior, can this Junior avoid a one-on-one fight with Yan Gucheng?"

There was a hint of helplessness on Yang Lingchen's face, as if he wasn't very interested in this battle.

"Why? Are you afraid of him?" Ling Tun said unhappily, his eyes fixed on Yang Lingchen.

"Afraid of him? That's not it," Yang Lingchen said. He tilted his head slightly, a flash of confidence in his eyes.

"Then why?" Ling Tun said, looking at Yang Lingchen with some confusion.

"It's mainly because this Yan Gucheng! He looks so wretched and rat-faced, I feel nauseated just looking at him! By comparison, I'd rather spar with his wife, She Xianger," Yang Lingchen said with a sheepish smile.

Since they were hostile forces, Yang Lingchen naturally said whatever would infuriate them most.

"Ha... Ha... Ha...!"

As soon as Yang Lingchen finished speaking, the Disciples of the Haoyue Demon Palace immediately burst into laughter, rolling on the floor.

"Little Bastard, I will tear you into pieces today."

She Xianger's face was extremely cold, her voice filled with murderous intent, giving people a chilling feeling.

For hundreds of years, no one had ever dared to insult her like this, which completely ignited the anger in her heart.

"Damn Old Hag, I'm standing right here. If you have the ability, come on over. Let's see if I can 'finish' you off."

Yang Lingchen leaped up, his posture agile, landing directly in the center of the two camps. His eyes scanned She Xianger unscrupulously, as if examining an object.

"Little Bastard, I will tear your mouth apart."

She Xianger was furious. Her figure shot out like lightning, rushing directly toward Yang Lingchen.

The long sword in her hand flashed with a cold light, carrying a sharp Aura.

"Hmph...!"

Yang Lingchen snorted coldly, his Phantom Movement Technique instantly activated. His figure turned into an afterimage, and at the same time, he brandished his battle sword and rushed toward She Xianger.

His speed was as fast as a ghost, making him unpredictable.

"Clang... Clang... Clang...!"

The battle swords of both sides clashed fiercely, emitting crisp collision sounds.

Sparks flew, and every collision contained tremendous power; the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart.

After a dozen moves, the impatient She Xianger suddenly revealed a flaw.

Yang Lingchen seized the opportunity and slammed a palm onto She Xianger's chest.

"Bang...!"

She Xianger was blown backward on the spot. Her body drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

"Xianger!"

Yan Gucheng shouted, his figure rushing quickly toward She Xianger. His face was full of concern and anxiety, and his eyes burned with anger.

However, Yang Lingchen's speed was faster than his.

With a "whoosh," Yang Lingchen's figure vanished instantly. The next moment, his hand was already gripped around She Xianger's smooth neck.

"Yan Gucheng, you stop right there, or I'll snap her throat." Yang Lingchen grabbed She Xianger tightly, blocking her in front of him. His eyes were cold, without a trace of pity.

"Yang Lingchen, let Xianger go, or I'll make sure you die without a burial place."

Watching his woman held in Yang Lingchen's hand, Yan Gucheng's face became incomparably gloomy, his voice filled with threats.

He really didn't expect Yang Lingchen's strength to have improved so rapidly.

"Yan Gucheng, are you brain-damaged? If you keep nagging, believe it or not, I'll play with her in public?" Yang Lingchen said coldly, a trace of mockery on his face.

"Little Bastard, you...!" At this moment, Yan Gucheng was burning with rage. His body trembled slightly, his heart filled with anger and helplessness.

"You seem unconvinced." Yang Lingchen applied a little pressure with his right hand.

"Cough... Cough... Cough...!"

Suddenly, She Xianger was choked red in the face by Yang Lingchen, the veins on her face bulging. She began to struggle to breathe, her eyes filled with fear and pain.

For countless years, this was the first time she had experienced such fear.

At this moment, she was completely panicked.

"Damn Old Hag, can you keep your breathing down?"

"People might think we're doing something unspeakable!" Yang Lingchen said with a wicked smile, his tone full of teasing.

"Lit... tle... Bas... tard, you... will... not... have... a... good... death."

She Xianger's eyes revealed a resentful look. Her perfect cheeks were flushed with blood qi from being choked, looking exceptionally hideous.

"Quite cold and aloof, huh? Hello, I like training cold and aloof women the most."

Yang Lingchen took out an enhanced soul devouring pill and stuffed it directly into She Xianger's mouth.

This soul devouring pill emitted an eerie light; it was clearly not an ordinary object.

"Ahhh...!"

The moment the soul devouring pill entered She Xianger's body, a heart-wrenching scream came from her mouth.

The sound seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, making people's hair stand on end.

"Little Bastard, what did you feed Xianger?" Yan Gucheng roared, his voice filled with anxiety and anger.

"Oh, nothing, just a Medicinal Pill to control the Soul. As long as she has the slightest dissatisfaction with me in her heart, this pill will take effect until she is completely destroyed, body and Soul," Yang Lingchen laughed, a triumphant expression on his face.

"Ahhh...!"

She Xianger's scream lasted for a quarter of an hour before it gradually stopped. Her body was drenched in sweat, and she felt as if she had been drained.

At this moment, the look she gave Yang Lingchen became incomparably soft, with no trace of dissatisfaction. Her eyes were filled with submission and awe.

"Boom... Boom...!"

Just then, Yang Lingchen unleashed a Soul Devouring Slash at She Xianger. This Soul Devouring Slash was invisible and colorless, but it directly impacted She Xianger's Soul.

In the instant She Xianger fell into a daze, Yang Lingchen had already planted a Slave Seal within her Soul.

This Slave Seal was countless times higher than the previous Soul mark, deeply branded into the depths of her Soul.

Only then did Yang Lingchen release his right hand from She Xianger's neck.

"Do you know how to address me?" Yang Lingchen asked, his voice carrying an irresistible dignity.

"Master." At this moment, She Xianger was as gentle as an obedient little kitten. Her voice was soft, filled with submission.

"Xianger, come back." Yan Gucheng said loudly, his voice carrying a hint of despair and unwillingness.

"Yan Gucheng, 'Xianger' is not something you can call. From today on, Xianger only belongs to Master." She Xianger looked at Yan Gucheng coldly, with no expression on her face, as if looking at a stranger.

Yan Gucheng looked at She Xianger, who was like a different person, burning with rage inside.

He couldn't imagine that things would develop to this point.

Yang Lingchen smiled, watching Yan Gucheng's painful appearance, feeling a great sense of accomplishment in his heart.

He knew that he had already achieved a decisive victory in this battle.

At this time, the demon-suppressing armies of the major forces also fell into chaos.

They had originally come to crusade against the Haoyue Demon Palace full of confidence, but they hadn't expected such a situation to occur.

The people of the Haoyue Demon Palace were greatly encouraged. Seeing Yang Lingchen so heroic, they shouted and cheered, preparing to welcome the next battle.

At this very moment, the atmosphere on the battlefield became tense and eerie; a greater storm was about to arrive.