120: Chapter 120 Stop it, all of you! Listen to your husband!

Boom!

The dome of Nirvana Palace, which had weathered tens of thousands of years of wind and frost, finally let out an overwhelmed groan under the devastation of two Half-Saint experts.

Countless crimson glazed tiles fell like a rainstorm, ground into powder by the violent spiritual energy before even hitting the floor. The center of the hall had now turned into a chaotic storm of energy.

On one side were silver spatial rifts, like greedy giant maws, crazily devouring everything around them, such that even light could not escape.

On the other side was a golden sea of Nirvana Flames, carrying a domineering high temperature that incinerated all things, vowing to thoroughly refine this space.

"Dead worm! Today I'll roast you into a dried dragon!"

Feng Jiuyou had also completely lost her temper by now. Her originally meticulously groomed, noble phoenix bun was already disheveled, her three thousand silken black strands dancing wildly in the sea of fire, and her peerless face was full of battle intent.

Her hands formed seals, and the phantom of a giant Undying Divine Phoenix behind her let out a long cry toward the sky. With a flap of its wings, countless golden fire feathers turned into a rain of arrows, pouring down toward Long Aoxue.

"Think I'm afraid of you? It just so happens this queen hasn't eaten roasted chicken wings yet!"

Long Aoxue refused to be outdone, silver scales shimmering around her body as she pushed the Law of Space to their limit. She shattered the void with a step, her entire being turning into a bolt of silver lightning, actually braving the rain of fire to charge straight at Feng Jiuyou.

It looked as if these two Demon Realm queens were about to use their origin power for a life-and-death struggle that would leave both sides wounded.

"Sigh."

A soft sigh abruptly rang out in this noisy battlefield.

The voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly entered the ears of everyone present as if striking their very souls.

Immediately following...

A tall and straight figure appeared out of thin air, without any warning, directly at the center of those two world-destroying silver and golden energies.

Xu Chen was expressionless, not even lifting an eyelid.

Facing the Spatial Dragon Punch from the left that was enough to shatter mountains, and the Nirvana Phoenix Flame from the right that could burn through the firmament, he simply raised both hands.

Using only physical strength, combined with the awakened Hongmeng Creation Blood Qi within his body.

"Disperse."

Xu Chen's thin lips parted slightly as he spat out a single word.

Boom!

A terrifying aura originating from the primordial chaos, transcending all paths, instantly erupted from his body.

It was an absolute, unquestionable imperial pressure. Before this aura, whether it was the spatial power of the Dragon Clan or the Nirvana Flames of the Phoenix Clan, both were like mice meeting a cat, instantly withering away.

Smack!

Xu Chen's left hand formed a palm, effortlessly catching Long Aoxue's punch that was enough to shatter stars.

Smack!

Xu Chen's right hand formed a claw, steadily gripping Feng Jiuyou's ankle, which was burning with raging flames and about to kick toward Long Aoxue's face.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The violent energy storm instantly dissipated, and the rain of fire and spatial rifts vanished without a trace, as if they had never appeared.

Only Xu Chen remained, standing steadily in place like a stabilizing pillar.

And in his hands, those two previously invincible Demon Realm queens were now like kittens whose scruffs of fate had been pinched, unable to move.

"Have you caused enough trouble?"

Xu Chen tilted his head slightly, his gaze calmly sweeping over the two women.

Although his tone was flat, both could hear the majesty of the "head of the household" hidden beneath that calm.

"Hus... Husband..."

The red light in Long Aoxue's eyes instantly receded. Seeing Xu Chen's large hand tightly wrapping around her fist and feeling the startling heat coming from his palm, she instinctively shrank her neck in guilt.

"She started it first! She insulted me!"

Long Aoxue immediately switched to "tattletale mode," pointing at Feng Jiuyou with a look of grievance, her watery big eyes full of innocence.

"She even burned my hair! Look, it's scorched!"

"Shut up."

Xu Chen gave her a displeased glare and squeezed her fist slightly with his palm.

"I'll deal with you when we get home."

After dealing with the one on the left, Xu Chen turned to look at the right.

At this moment, Feng Jiuyou's state was even worse than Long Aoxue's.

Because her ankle was being held tightly in Xu Chen's hand.

One must know that the ankles of the Divine Phoenix Clan were extremely sensitive and private areas, not to mention she was currently barefoot.

Xu Chen's rough, warm palm was pressed directly against her delicate skin, and that burning sensation rushed straight to her brain through her nerves, making her whole body go soft and nearly causing the Nirvana Flames in her body to spiral out of control.

What shocked her even more was Xu Chen's strength.

For that kick just now, she had used eighty percent of her power; even a fellow Half-Saint expert wouldn't dare take it head-on.

Yet this man had actually caught it with one hand?

And he didn't even budge!

This absolute suppression of power, this overwhelming masculine hormonal scent, instantly pierced through Feng Jiuyou's heart, which had been proud for thirty thousand years.

Is this... the Hongmeng Creation Body?

Is this... the man who could make the arrogant Long Aoxue willingly submit?

Feng Jiuyou felt her heart beating so fast it was about to jump out of her chest. In those originally cold and glamorous phoenix eyes, a layer of blurred mist actually appeared.

"Phoenix Clan Leader."

Xu Chen looked at this woman whose leg he was holding, who was standing on one foot with a flushed face. His gaze fell upon the incredible long legs brought by her 1.78-meter height, and the corners of his mouth curled into a playful arc.

"Your legs are quite powerful."

"Trying to murder your own husband?"

"No... I'm not..."

Feng Jiuyou subconsciously tried to pull her leg back, but found that Xu Chen's hand was like iron pincers, not budging at all.

"Let... Let go of me..."

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's buzz, lacking any of the queenly aura she once had, instead revealing a hint of shy reluctance.

"Let go?"

Xu Chen sneered. Instead of letting go, he suddenly pulled her into his arms.

"Ah!"

Feng Jiuyou cried out in surprise. Losing her balance, she spun half a circle and her back slammed heavily into Xu Chen's broad and solid chest.

Xu Chen took the opportunity to release her ankle, instead using a powerful arm to tightly encircle her slender waist.

At the same time, he exerted force with his left hand, pulling Long Aoxue into his embrace as well.

One in each arm.

The two great sovereigns of the Demon Realm were now both in his grasp.

"Since you both have so much energy that you even want to tear down the house."

Xu Chen lowered his head, his gaze sweeping aggressively over the two women's necklines, which were disheveled and revealing from the fight.

Long Aoxue's silver armor was half-undone, revealing a large expanse of snowy skin; Feng Jiuyou's high-slit phoenix robe was torn all the way to the root of her thigh, providing an excellent view.

"Then you might as well use this energy where it's meant to be used."

"Husband, what do you mean by... 'where it's meant to be used'?"

Long Aoxue swallowed hard. Although she was a bit scared, an excited light flickered in the depths of her eyes. She was all too familiar with this look of Xu Chen's; it heralded that something very "fun" was about to happen.

Meanwhile, Feng Jiuyou, who was confined in Xu Chen's embrace, was as stiff as a rock.

With her back pressed against the man's burning chest and the domineering masculine scent lingering around her nose, she felt as if the blood in her entire body was flowing backward.

Having been single for thirty thousand years, she hadn't even held a man's hand, let alone had such intimate contact with someone.

"Young... Young Master Xu..."

Feng Jiuyou spoke tremblingly, trying to maintain her last bit of reserve.

"Official business... we still have official business to attend to..."

"The Nirvana Ceremony... hasn't started yet..."

"We are attending to official business right now."

Xu Chen lowered his head, his lips almost touching Feng Jiuyou's crystal-clear earlobe. His warm breath made her whole body shudder.

"If you want to undergo Nirvana and borrow my seed, first..."

"You must learn to be obedient."

Xu Chen let go of Long Aoxue and held Feng Jiuyou's shoulders with both hands, turning her body around to face him.

Looking at this face that was so close, breathtakingly beautiful yet filled with a hint of panic, the smile in Xu Chen's eyes gradually faded, becoming deep and fiery.

"Feng Jiuyou."

"Are you ready?"

"To welcome... your new life."

Looking into Xu Chen's eyes, which seemed to contain a sea of stars, Feng Jiuyou's originally chaotic mind suddenly went blank.

All her pride and all her persistence vanished into nothingness at this moment.

She looked at this man who was a head taller than her, feeling the aura from him that made her bloodline submit, and nodded as if possessed.

Although her voice trembled, it was incredibly firm:

"I... I'm ready."