271: Crush the Emperor's hair to make a pendant! My lady, this bow is too much of a torture!

Su Chen's weak mention of "intelligence material" was like a pardon, instantly deciding the Netherworld Heavenly Demon's fate.

“Oh?”

Ye Linghan's jade foot, which was stepping on the Netherworld Heavenly Demon's head, paused slightly.

Her dark red demonic flame-burning Phoenix eyes glanced sideways at the "Little Husband" in her arms, who only had half a breath left.

She was, of course, well aware of the clever little schemes in Su Chen's mind.

This little thing looked like a lazy cat basking in the sun, but he was more shrewd than anyone at his core.

Crushing a Great Emperor level bug was not even worth a thought to her.

But keeping this bug as a "toy" to relieve the boredom of the little thing in her arms seemed... to be a more interesting prospect.

【Holy crap! It's working!】

Su Chen keenly sensed the almost negligible withdrawal of Ye Linghan's killing intent. The alarm in his heart was deactivated, and he immediately bloomed with joy.

【It's stable! It's stable!】

【If I hear it all at once, what will I write in the future? Wool-shearing must also focus on sustainable development; it must be a steady stream!】

【Today I'll shear a bit of the Fallen Immortal's weaknesses, tomorrow I'll ask about the power distribution of the Netherworld, and the day after I'll get the coordinates for the next wave of invasion... My diary KPIs for the next year are as good as done!】

The more Su Chen thought about it, the more beautiful it seemed. He felt that his move of "acting cute while sick" was a God-tier operation.

“Since Little Husband has spoken...”

Ye Linghan's red lips curled into an eerie and cruel arc.

The tip of her foot, which was stepping on the Netherworld Heavenly Demon's head, suddenly exerted force without any warning!

“Ah—!”

The Netherworld Heavenly Demon's Demonic Soul let out a scream more shrill than the tearing of a Divine Soul.

That already illusory and broken body was actually forcibly compressed and kneaded under this foot by an incomprehensible and irresistible power of Law!

Below, all the survivors of the demonic cult saw a scene that completely overturned their worldviews.

That hundred-zhang-tall massive demonic body was like a piece of rag thrown into an invisible grinder.

Amidst a series of tooth-aching and chilling "creaks," it was repeatedly folded, crushed, and kneaded... It shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, getting smaller and smaller... Finally, it was forcibly rolled into a fist-sized black ball, its surface wreathed in wisps of grey despair mist.

On that black ball, a face distorted by extreme pain and fear was faintly visible; it was indeed the Netherworld Heavenly Demon.

His consciousness was still there.

But all his power, all his dignity, and all his existence were completely sealed within this tiny sphere.

He had become a plaything at the mercy of others.

“Here, your ‘intelligence material.’”

Ye Linghan lightly lifted her wrist and gave it a casual toss.

The black ball sealing the Netherworld Heavenly Demon turned into a streak of light, accurately landing in Su Chen's arms, still carrying a hint of warmth.

Immediately after, she flicked her finger.

An extremely thin thread of Devilish Qi shot out like a spiritual snake, nimbly passing through the black ball, and then automatically looped around Su Chen's neck.

Finally, it was tied into an exceptionally exquisite and beautiful bow.

Thus, this black ball sealing a dignified Great Emperor level Netherworld Heavenly Demon became a blatant... necklace pendant around Su Chen's neck.

Su Chen: “...”

He lowered his head with difficulty, looking at the black ball on his chest that was still trembling slightly and emitting endless resentment and curses. His whole being went numb.

【Wait... Big Sis, you're for real?】

【I just made a casual suggestion, why did you turn it into a personal accessory for me? What's the difference between hanging this thing on my neck and hanging a miniature nuclear warhead? Is it safe?!】

【Also, what the hell is with this bow? Do you have some massive misunderstanding of my aesthetics? I, Su Chen, am a man who stands tall between heaven and earth! What's with this damn girly style?!】

The barrage of Su Chen's inner roaring almost crashed the screen.

On his face, however, he had to squeeze out an expression of being "overwhelmed by favor and moved to tears," using his last bit of strength to say weakly, "Thank... thank you for your deep love, Wifey."

Ye Linghan seemed extremely satisfied, reaching out to pinch his charred face as if admiring the peerless masterpiece she had just completed.

And this eerie, absurd, yet incomparably shocking scene, in the eyes of the people from the Nine Nether Demonic Cult below, was no different from the collapse of the Heavenly Dao.

Liu Canghai was supported by several Elders. His old face, which was still wailing for his Imperial Armament, was now completely frozen, his expression solidified into a weathered stone carving.

What did he just see?

Kneading... a Great Emperor?

Kneading a living Great Emperor—who not long ago had beaten them until they had no power to fight back—into a ball like a street vendor kneading mud pills?

And... and giving it as a small pendant to that weak-looking Pretty Boy?

Liu Canghai felt that his worldview, his outlook on life, and his view on cultivation developed over tens of thousands of years were completely overturned at this moment by that seemingly soft and boneless jade hand.

What kind of terrifying strength was this?

And what level of existence was she?!

The demonic cult Elders beside him were even more like wooden carvings under a body-fixing spell, their mouths hanging open wide enough to fit a duck egg, having even forgotten to breathe.

They had lived for tens of thousands of years and prided themselves on being well-informed.

But this scene, which transcended the limits of imagination, caused their brains to completely burn out into a blank space.

It's over.

This was the only thought that simultaneously popped into the minds of all the high-level members of the demonic cult.

It wasn't out of worry for the future of the Nine Nether Demonic Cult, but for themselves.

That Pretty Boy, just... what kind of divine figure was he?

And the woman beside him, what level of prehistoric beast was she?

Their own troublesome Saintess seemed to... have been involved with this Pretty Boy before.

In an instant, the gazes of all the high-level demonic cult members were like they were equipped with navigation, all falling simultaneously on Liu Ruyan, who was sitting paralyzed on the ground with an equally blank expression.

Those gazes were complex to the extreme.

There was fear and horror, but more of it was a kind of... feverish intensity, like seeing a life-saving straw while drowning!

The crisis seemed to be resolved.

But a bigger problem was placed before everyone.

Next, how should they face these two... True Gods?

Just then, the Cult Leader Liu Canghai, who was just crying his heart out for his Imperial Armament, suddenly moved.

He shoved aside the Elders supporting him, and his old face, which was streaming with tears and snot, shifted at a visible speed from utter grief to... an indescribable, extreme sycophancy.

He hunched his back, a smile more unsightly than crying squeezed onto his face.

With quick steps, he rushed toward Su Chen and Ye Linghan, almost at a trot.