94: Besieged on all sides, despair descends!

Four attacks saturated with Great Saint Laws descended simultaneously from the four poles of heaven and earth!

Each attack was enough to obliterate a Saint King.

At this moment, these four attacks formed an inescapable, terrifyingly coordinated net that completely swallowed the tacky golden war chariot!

"Not good!"

He had anticipated a siege, but he never imagined the opponent would have so many Great Saints working together!

He hadn't expected them to be so decisive, launching a general offensive after the first round of testing, giving him no chance to breathe or defeat them one by one!

This wasn't a rabble; this was a well-trained pack of wolves!

"Form the Formation! Full defense!"

The Second Ancestor of the Wang Family let out an angry roar, his voice filled with unconcealable anxiety and even a hint of fear.

The eight Wang Family Elders guarding the chariot dared not delay. Their faces were pale as their saint power surged out recklessly, pouring into the "Eight Desolations Dragon-Locking Formation" beneath their feet!

"Roar—!"

A resonant dragon roar soared into the sky from the center of the Formation!

Eight hundred-foot-long divine dragons condensed from pure golden saint power roared out. They connected head to tail, circling the golden war chariot at high speed, forming a golden protective barrier ten times thicker!

Upon the barrier, countless profound runes flickered and flowed, emitting a heavy aura.

"A bunch of cowards! Do you really think you can do anything to my Wang Family just because you have more people?!"

The Second Ancestor of the Wang Family, his hair and beard bristling, roared sternly.

His hands suddenly formed seals in front of him, and the Great Saint power within him poured out without reservation like a volcanic eruption!

He didn't choose to resist head-on, because he knew that facing four alone meant certain death.

The only thing he could do now was pour all his strength into the Formation, doing his utmost to block this world-destroying concentrated fire!

As long as they could withstand this round, as long as the Wang Family reinforcements could arrive in time, they would still have a slim chance of survival!

Inside the chariot.

Wang Teng looked at the apocalyptic scene outside the window. His mood, which had just climbed up from the bottom, was once again stomped into the eighteenth level of Hell by an invisible giant foot and sealed with concrete.

The blood-colored blade that split the heavens, the poison mist that corroded all things, the stone man like a demon god descending... every scene was like the sharpest knife, stabbing into his eyes, piercing his Divine Soul, and crushing the "hope" and "heroism" he had just felt into powder!

"No... no... how could this be..."

His legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the carpet with a thud. The color drained from his face instantly, leaving only a deathly pallor.

His eyes widened, his pupils dilating from extreme fear, as he muttered incoherently.

"How can there be so many... how can there be so many Great Saints?!"

"Second Ancestor! Didn't the Second Ancestor say they were just a rabble?! Liars! You're all liars!"

Hope was crushed in an instant.

It felt like a lucky winner who had just won fifty million in the lottery and, before they could even claim the prize, was told the ticket was fake and they were being sentenced to life imprisonment for forgery.

From heaven to Hell in just an instant.

Wang Teng's Dao Heart completely shattered at this moment.

At the peak of the lonely mountain.

Su Chen looked at the desperate situation below, so excited he almost jumped from his lounge chair.

"They're fighting! They're fighting! Finally, they're fighting!"

He grabbed a handful of amethyst grapes and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing while providing a live commentary like a professional storyteller, spit flying everywhere.

"Ooh, look at that blood-colored longblade, the special effects aren't bad! Red enough! Bright enough! But the aim is a bit off; it feels like a warrior who just came out of a novice village and can't even aim their ultimate."

"And that stone man, oh boy, too slow! Too clumsy! What era is this? Still using such old-fashioned Puppets? One star! Can't we get some high-tech? Like Gundams? At least a Transformer?"

"The most ridiculous part is that poison mist—it's multicolored, like New Year's fireworks. Not cool at all. If you ask me, it should be pure black, the kind where you can't see your hand in front of your face as soon as it comes out, with corrosive effects. That's professional! This aesthetic, tsk tsk, tacky!"

[This bunch of bandits really has no creativity at all.]

[Robbery is also an art, don't you know? This fight is so unwatchable; it's practically an insult to my five hundred billion ticket (freeloader version)! My VIP seat is totally wasted!]

Su Chen complained wildly in his heart, but his face wore a pained expression of "disappointment in their lack of potential."

Ye Linghan was completely amused by his look.

She lazily propped up her chin, looking at Su Chen with laughter almost overflowing from her eyes.

She found that this Little Man always managed to bring her the most novel pleasures in the most ridiculous ways.

She extended her jade-like finger, picked up another amethyst grape—her fingertip was translucent, even more enticing than the grape itself—and naturally held it to Su Chen's lips.

"Husband, don't just talk. Come, open your mouth."

Her voice was lazy, carrying a hint of unquestionable intimacy.

Su Chen was in the middle of his critique, feeling like a peerless master strategizing and pointing out the flaws in a bunch of amateurs. Hearing her, he subconsciously opened his mouth.

When that cool, sweet grape slid into his mouth, he suddenly snapped back to reality.

His entire body, from his hair to his heels, froze instantly.

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!]

In Su Chen's inner world, thirty thousand grass mud horses were galloping past, kicking up dust and trampling his Gou Dao Heart to pieces.

[Why did I eat something she fed me again?!]

[No! That's not the point! The point is, why the Hell did I open my mouth so naturally just now?! So skillfully?!]

[Without even a shred of hesitation! Like... like a dog that's used to being fed by its master!]

This terrifying thought was like a bolt from the Nine Heavens striking the top of his head.

Su Chen felt his dignity had suffered an unprecedented insult.

He, the dignified Divine Son of the Su Family, the future King of Gou Dao, was actually being domesticated by this Demoness without even realizing it?!

This felt worse than being killed!

With a "shua," he sprang up from the lounge chair as if he had a spring under his butt, scrambling to the other end of the chair. His agility was a far cry from his previous salted fish demeanor.

He clutched the jade plate of amethyst grapes tightly in his arms, staring at Ye Linghan with a protective, wary, and infinitely humiliated gaze.

"You... don't come over here!"

He didn't even call her "Wife" anymore, using the most primitive form of address.

Seeing him like a bristling kitten whose tail had been stepped on, Ye Linghan wasn't angry; instead, she found it extremely amusing.

She lazily propped up her chin, her phoenix eyes that could captivate anyone narrowing slightly, a natural charm flowing in her gaze.

"Husband, what's wrong? Are the grapes not to your taste?"

Her voice was still charming, but Su Chen could hear a hint of dangerous playfulness.

[To my taste? This is a damn final meal!]

[If I keep eating like this, the "Chen" in my name, Su Chen, will have to be changed to the "Chen" in "surrender"!]

Su Chen roared wildly in his heart, his arms tightening around the fruit plate as if it weren't a plate of fruit, but his last remaining dignity and chastity.

"I'm not eating anymore! Today's sugar intake has already exceeded the limit!" He stiffened his neck, coming up with an excuse even he didn't believe.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Ye Linghan chuckled and slowly leaned in. Her stunning face enlarged before his eyes, and her warm breath, carrying a faint fragrance, brushed against his ear.

"But This Seat thinks, Husband... you were eating very happily just now."

Su Chen's body was as stiff as an iron plate, and he even stopped breathing.

He felt his ears were about to catch fire.

Just then.

BOOM—!!!

A world-shaking explosion came from the wasteland below!

The protective barrier guarded by the eight golden dragons finally let out an overburdened wail under the reckless bombardment of the four Great Saints.

"Crack—"

A spiderweb-like crack suddenly spread across the golden light screen!