63: Chapter 63: The Nine Nether Hound captures Fairy Yuechan; what can the giants of the Upper Realm do?

Saintess Yue Chan's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

She hadn't expected this "native" powerhouse from the Eight Regions of the Lower Realm to be so sharp.

He had directly torn away the gentle, affectionate veil of the Butian Sect.

What shocked her even more was that this person's cultivation... was unfathomable!

Even when she used the sect's secret treasure to observe him, all she saw was a bottomless abyss of darkness!

"Fellow Daoist, you speak too seriously."

Saintess Yue Chan suppressed the palpitations in her heart, her voice remaining cold and clear.

But there was less arrogance and more gravity in her tone:

"Our sect acts in accordance with the Heavenly Dao. Although the Dual-Pupil individual Shi Yi has his faults, he bears the phenomenon of an ancient sage and is a person born to meet a tribulation. Our sect cherishes talent; we are not showing favoritism."

"As for Shi Hao..."

Saintess Yue Chan glanced at the Bear Kid on the ship who was drooling at her, a hint of complexity flashing in her eyes:

"Although his background is rough, he has now grown up. When will this cycle of vengeance end? If you insist on stirring up a bloody storm in this Shi Kingdom Imperial Capital, you will not only harm the innocent but also... invite the true wrath of the Upper Realm."

This was a threat.

It was also a condescending warning.

The meaning was: Although you, Wang Teng, are strong, you are still nothing before the orthodoxies of the Upper Realm.

"The wrath of the Upper Realm?"

Upon hearing this, the smile on Wang Teng's face became even more brilliant.

He reached out a hand, extremely flippantly, yet as fast as lightning... before Saintess Yue Chan could react, he gently lifted a corner of the veil on her chin!

"How bold!!"

This action was simply the greatest blasphemy against this holy fairy!

The bright moon behind Saintess Yue Chan instantly flared with light, and countless white chains of order pierced toward Wang Teng's wrist like sharp swords.

But Wang Teng's hand didn't move at all, and he even took the opportunity to pinch that corner of the veil.

"Don't be so nervous, Fairy."

Wang Teng leaned close to that peerless face, which was partially hidden from view.

He could clearly see that the flames of shame and anger were burning in Saintess Yue Chan's eyes, which had originally been as calm as an ancient well.

"I am not only overbearing, but also... have a bad temper."

"You are using the Upper Realm to pressure me?"

"Do you believe that I will tie you back to the ship right now, to keep the 'Fat Girl' company, and let her teach you... how to be a bedchamber maid?"

Once these words were spoken.

The entire scene fell into a deathly silence.

The witch on the ship laughed until she was trembling, clapping and cheering:

"Bravo! Young Master is mighty! Tie this hypocrite back! I want her to wash my feet!"

And Saintess Yue Chan was completely stunned.

She looked at the man right in front of her, whose eyes were filled with mockery and madness.

For the first time, she felt a fear called "loss of control."

This man... he really dared!

"Wang Teng! You are too arrogant!"

Saintess Yue Chan finally stopped maintaining that condescending indifference.

She gave a soft shout, and the bright moon phenomenon behind her suddenly shattered, turning into chains of order that filled the sky.

"Butian Technique — Drawing a Prison on the Ground!"

As she formed hand seals, countless white runes intertwined in the void, instantly transforming into a crystalline, sacred cage.

She wanted to trap this audacious lecher inside and even purify the fierce aura from his body.

This strike utilized the strongest divine power of her secondary body, enough to make even a peak Venerable regret it.

However, facing this overwhelming divine technique, Wang Teng just smiled contemptuously.

"Is this all you've got?"

He didn't even dodge, just gave a slight shake with the hand that was pinching Saintess Yue Chan's veil.

"Break for me!"

"Boom!!"

A pale gray aura of annihilation erupted from his fingertips.

That was not just the divine power of the Zhanwo Realm, but that wisp of Ancestor pressure from the end of the Boundary Sea!

With a crisp sound, that sacred cage, which was enough to suppress a Sect Leader,

melted and disintegrated the moment it touched this aura, like ice meeting the scorching sun, turning into harmless points of light filling the sky.

"What?!"

Saintess Yue Chan's pupils shook violently. What kind of power was this? To be able to ignore the laws of the Butian Technique and annihilate it directly?

Before she could react, Wang Teng's other hand had already reached out like an eagle's claw.

Ignoring the distance of space, it directly clamped onto her wrist, which was as white as jade.

"The techniques of the Butian Sect are flashy and showy, but useless."

Wang Teng took a step forward, pressing his body against her, almost sticking to Saintess Yue Chan.

That strong masculine aura mixed with the domineering nature of the Nine-Nether Ao.

Caused Saintess Yue Chan, who had never had such intimate contact with a man, to stiffen instantly, her mind going blank.

"Let go!!"

Saintess Yue Chan was filled with shame and anger, her divine power surging wildly within her body as she tried to shake Wang Teng off.

Her brow flared with light, and a protective jade containing the aura of a True Immortal was activated, wanting to shield its master from disaster.

"Playing with treasure tools in front of me? You are still a bit too green."

A hint of mockery flashed in Wang Teng's eyes. The gray vertical mark on his brow glowed slightly, and the World-Destroying Mark trembled gently.

"Crack!"

The protective jade on Saintess Yue Chan's brow cracked before it could even unleash its power.

The divinity within it was instantly suppressed to death, unable to even emit light.

"You..."

At this moment, Saintess Yue Chan was finally afraid.

Her spells were broken, her treasure tools failed, and her divine power was suppressed.

In front of this man, she felt like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered; all her pride and trump cards had become a joke.

"Upper Realm giants?"

Wang Teng gripped her wrist and pulled with a little force.

He forcibly dragged this fairy, who did not eat the food of mortals, into his arms.

He lowered his head, stopping three inches above that peerless face.

Looking at those eyes filled with panic and humiliation, his voice was boundlessly arrogant:

"Do you think those old geezers behind you can save you?"

"This is the Eight Regions of the Lower Realm!"

"With the suppression of the laws of heaven and earth, even if a Sect Leader comes to the Lower Realm, they have to suppress their cultivation to the Divine Fire Realm for me!"

A cruel arc curled at the corners of Wang Teng's mouth.

He reached out a hand and domineeringly wrapped his arm around Saintess Yue Chan's slender, supple waist:

"A Sect Leader in the Divine Fire Realm, I slaughter like a dog!"

"Even if their true bodies descend, I have now entered the Zhanwo Realm, and with this tianhuang great halberd..."

Wang Teng pointed to the hairpin in his hair, his eyes flashing with heart-palpitating madness:

"If one comes, I kill one. If two come, I kill a pair. If a whole nest comes..."

He leaned into Saintess Yue Chan's ear and blew a light breath, his tone as cold and chilling as a prison:

"I will stew it into a pot of mixed soup to nourish my brother-in-law!"

"Boom!!"

As these words fell, the terrifying aura belonging to the Zhanwo Realm on Wang Teng was released without reservation.

The entire Shi Kingdom Imperial Capital was trembling, and the clouds in the sky were completely shaken away, revealing the pitch-black void.

That spirit of "in the heavens and on earth, I alone am honored" completely shattered the last line of defense in Saintess Yue Chan's heart.

She looked at the man in front of her, who was like a demon god, and a deep sense of powerlessness rose in her heart.

Today, she was truly finished.

Finished in this Lower Realm, which was regarded as a land of barbarians by the Upper Realm, and in the hands of this lawless man.

"Alright, the farce is over."

Wang Teng stopped talking nonsense.

He tapped several times on Saintess Yue Chan's body, directly sealing her cultivation.

He even temporarily cut off the connection between her and her main body.

Then, in the eyes of countless cultivators in the Imperial Capital who were terrified to the extreme.

Under the trembling gaze of the people from the Martial Kings Mansion and the Yu Clan.

Wang Teng, just like carrying a little chick.

Carried this high and mighty Saintess of the Butian Sect by her waist with one hand and turned back to the ship in one step.

"Bang!"

He casually threw Saintess Yue Chan, who was so ashamed and angry that she wanted to commit suicide, onto the deck, right at the feet of the witch who was scrubbing the pot.

"Catch."

Wang Teng clapped his hands and ordered the excited witch:

"This girl belongs to you from now on."

"Teach her the rules. If she can't learn how to serve people..."