247: You dare touch my man?! The entire room froze!

Behind that spatial rift, what seeped out was not an aura.

It was "pollution."

A kind of twisted demonic intent from a higher dimension of life.

Wherever it passed, the imperial Dragon Qi that had flourished for ten thousand generations within the Qiankun Hall melted away as quickly as residual snow under a scorching sun.

The Law array patterns supporting the core of this divine dynasty let out a piercing wail, then dimmed and extinguished one by one like burnt-out lamp filaments.

The entire world was splashed with a bucket of ink so thick it wouldn't disperse; light and sound were both swallowed up.

Su Chen's movement of sacrificing the Emperor Weapon suddenly froze.

He didn't even need to look back.

[Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why is this Crazy Woman here?!]

[Stop! The sacrifice must stop for me!]

Alarms blared through Su Chen's Divine Soul; without even thinking, he forcibly interrupted the Great Sacrifice Technique!

Buzz—

The yellow springs demonic sword let out a cry of extreme reluctance, and the cracks on the blade healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

That sphere of destructive light, which was about to swallow everything, flashed wildly several times before finally turning into a torrent of the purest energy, brutally pouring back into the demonic sword.

"Puff!"

The massive force of the Divine Ability's backlash made Su Chen's throat feel slightly sweet, and he almost spat out two mouthfuls of blood.

But a look of extremely twisted ecstasy appeared on his face.

[Saved! My Emperor Weapon is saved!]

[Hundreds of billions of Top-Grade Spirit Stones! My money! My happy old home!]

[A massive profit! This wave is a massive profit to the extreme! Not only did I save an Emperor Weapon, but I also got an ultimate nuclear weapon to show up for free—one with even greater power and she'll handle all the subsequent trouble!]

[Crazy Woman... you came at the perfect time! I love you to death!]

While Su Chen was celebrating with wild joy in his heart, the entire Qiankun Hall had completely fallen into Ye Linghan's exclusive Demonic Domain.

That imperial Dragon Qi that ruled over the world and that decisive Quasi-Emperor pressure were crushed underfoot before this pure Fallen Immortal demonic might, rendered not worth mentioning.

Thud!

Thud! Thud!

Among the civil and military officials in the hall, regardless of their cultivation level or official rank, not a single person could remain standing at this moment!

That absolute crushing force originating from a higher level of life pinned them to the ground in total prostration, their very Divine Souls wailing in pain under this pressure, on the verge of collapse!

The purple-gold official hat atop the Old Prime Minister's head, symbolizing his status as second only to one and above ten thousand, turned into powder without a sound, revealing his bald scalp.

He was completely unaware, his old face pale as he lay on the ground, his body shaking like a sieve.

The most miserable one was Ji Daoyan.

That invisible primordial divine mountain smashed ruthlessly onto his spine.

Crack!

A crisp sound of bone fracturing, enough to make one's teeth ache, echoed through the dead-silent hall.

His Quasi-Emperor body, strong enough to support a Small World, had the bones of its knees crushed inch by inch by this pressure!

"Ugh, ah—!"

Ji Daoyan let out a muffled groan suppressed to the extreme, no longer able to maintain his standing posture, falling to his knees in a wretched state.

No, he couldn't even manage to kneel.

He was pinned flat against the ground, his cheek pressed against the cold gold bricks; in his clouded old eyes, there was only shock and disbelief as his reality was completely shattered!

Great Emperor!

This is absolutely a living Great Emperor!

Just now... he actually wanted to make a move against the man of such a supreme existence?!

Ji Daoyan felt that it wasn't that his brain had gone mad, but that it had been gnawed on as a snack by a Nine-Turn Golden Scaled Pig!

On the dragon throne, Ji Hongxue was the only one who could barely maintain her sitting posture.

Her jade-like face, pale with worry, became incredibly complex the moment she saw Ye Linghan's figure.

There was a sense of relief because she knew Su Chen was safe.

But more than that, it was a deep sense of powerlessness and defeat from being completely outshone.

This woman... just who on earth is she?

When she, the Great Xia Empress, was powerless, this woman appeared?

While she, the rightful Fiancée, could only watch helplessly?

Ji Hongxue's jade hands clenched into fists tightly beneath her Dragon Robe, her sharp nails digging deep into her palms; blood seeped out, yet she felt not a hint of pain.

Amidst this dead silence that could freeze even a Divine Soul, Ye Linghan finally moved.

She ignored all the crawling ants in the hall.

She simply reached out a slender jade hand and, with a trace of pity, gently caressed Su Chen's cheek.

"Little Husband, who bullied you?"

Her voice was very soft, yet it carried a heart-trembling tenderness.

Su Chen was made to shudder all over by this sudden gentleness, goosebumps breaking out everywhere.

[Big sister, don't be like this, I'm scared.]

[You being like this is even scarier than you flipping the table directly!]

Before he could think of how to answer, Ye Linghan's gaze had already slowly shifted away from him.

Those eerie phoenix eyes, burning with dark red demonic flames, passed over the prostrate Ji Daoyan, passed over the kneeling civil and military officials, and finally landed precisely on the dragon throne, on the beautiful, pale-faced Empress.

Just a single glance.

Her gaze then returned to the person lying on the ground, shaking like a sieve—the person for whom her Little Husband was willing to sacrifice an Emperor Weapon just to kill.

Ye Linghan's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

All the gentleness and heartache vanished in an instant, leaving only an absolute indifference that viewed all things as straw dogs.

She looked at Ji Daoyan on the ground and parted her red lips.

"It was you?"

She paused.

"You dare touch my man?"