325: Chapter 325 Unexpected Change: The Cold-Blooded Father's Remote Blood Sacrifice

"Want to die? Did you ask me first?"

A cold voice rang out across the warship's deck.

Xu Chen looked at Helian Yue, whose Aura was rapidly fading in his arms, the killing intent in the depths of his eyes congealing as if it were physical.

He could accept an enemy dying on the battlefield, and he could accept prey begging for mercy on a bed. But what he could least tolerate was someone daring to touch his spoils of war right under his nose.

Xu Chen pushed aside the Grand Elder, who still wanted to step forward and check the situation. He wrapped one arm around Helian Yue's limp waist and, moving like a bolt of lightning, crashed directly through the heavy metal doors of the commander's tent.

Inside the commander's tent, the originally luxurious decor now seemed somewhat eerie.

Helian Yue was casually tossed onto a large beast-hide bed by Xu Chen.

At this moment, how could this Eldest Commandery Princess of the foreign domain still possess even a hint of that queenly demeanor—the one who had pointed out the world's flaws and acted insufferably arrogant on the bone altar?

She was like a fish out of water, curled up on the beast-hide in agony, her entire body twitching violently.

"Cold... so cold..."

Helian Yue hugged her shoulders tightly, her fingernails digging deep into her wheat-colored skin, leaving behind streaks of blood.

Her long, dark purple hair had lost its luster. The purple rune on her brow seemed to have come to life, twisting frantically like a bottomless black hole, greedily devouring the Saint Origin within her body.

This sensation of being drained bit by bit from the depths of her Soul was a hundred times more painful than death by a thousand cuts.

But what made her more despairing than the physical pain was the collapse of her faith.

In the foreign domain's Royal Court, her Father King was the heavens. Since childhood, she had bitterly cultivated Formations and the arts of slaughter, proving her worth at any cost just to receive even a single word of recognition from that man.

By serving as the commander of the expeditionary force this time, she thought she had finally become her Father King's confidante.

But it turned out that from the very beginning, she was merely a consumable planted with a Death Curse.

A "human-shaped great medicine" that could be crushed at any time once she lost her utility or when her Father King needed to break through his cultivation.

"Father King... why..."

Helian Yue's hollow eyes stared at the top of the tent. She vomited large mouthfuls of black blood mixed with organ fragments, tears at the corners of her eyes mixing with blood as they slid into her messy hair.

"Shut up. Save some strength to breathe."

Xu Chen stood by the bedside, looking down at this woman who had fallen into despair.

He did not comfort her, nor did he show any unnecessary sympathy. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, gullibility and stupidity were sins in themselves.

Xu Chen closed his eyes, and his powerful Saint King Divine Thought surged out like a tide, instantly enveloping Helian Yue's body completely.

Following that back-flowing Bloodline Power, Xu Chen's Divine Thought crossed layers of void, tracing directly back to the depths of that spatial rift.

In a distant Star Domain on the other side of the rift.

Inside a magnificent Royal Court built from countless bones and obsidian.

A majestic figure clad in a black-gold imperial robe and wearing a Flat-top Crown sat cross-legged in the center of a massive blood-colored altar.

This was the King of the Foreign Domain.

His hands quickly formed complex and evil hand seals. As he chanted obscure incantations, a crimson river of blood converged above the altar. The source of this river was precisely Helian Yue, who was trapped on the Upper Realm warship.

"Useless. You couldn't even hold a mere vanguard position and were captured alive. Since you've failed, hand over your illusory sea spirit fetus Origin and help this king break through this final barrier of the Quasi-Emperor Realm!"

The King of the Foreign Domain suddenly opened his eyes—a pair of eyes without pupils, completely filled with crimson blood.

He opened his mouth and took a sharp breath.

That crimson river of blood, crossing the boundary wall, seemed to receive a powerful summons and surged frantically into his mouth.

With the injection of the Bloodline Origin, the Aura of the King of the Foreign Domain—which had originally stalled at the Quasi-Emperor Early Stage—began to churn and climb violently.

Just as he was preparing to increase the suction to drain Helian Yue in one go.

"Old thing. It's one thing to cross boundaries to steal a meal, but you dare to snatch someone right in front of me? Do you think This Young Master is just a decoration!"

A cold, violent Divine Thought transmission carrying supreme pressure exploded directly in the mind of the King of the Foreign Domain like Nine Heavens divine thunder.

"Who is it?!"

The King of the Foreign Domain turned pale with fright.

This blood sacrifice Death Curse was a one-way transmission and extremely well-hidden. How could an outsider's Divine Thought possibly follow the trajectory of the incantation and forcibly break into his Sea of Consciousness?

Before he could even react.

That Divine Thought that had broken into his Sea of Consciousness transformed into a giant sword burning with purple-gold flames. With an overbearing Aura that could crush anything in its path, it hacked down ruthlessly at the Soul connection that was currently absorbing the Bloodline.

Boom!

A deafening roar erupted from the blood-colored altar in the foreign domain's Royal Court.

The King of the Foreign Domain was struck as if by lightning, violently spitting out a large mouthful of blood. His originally climbing Aura instantly stalled and even showed signs of receding.

"Damn it! An Imperial Clan of the Upper Realm!"

The King of the Foreign Domain clutched his chest, his eyes filled with shock, anger, and wariness.

Even though he was far away on the other side of the boundary wall, he could still clearly feel how overbearing and peerless the power that severed his Soul connection was. That kind of power even surpassed his understanding of the Saint Realm, carrying a terrifying pressure suggestive of the Origin of all things.

"Good! What a fine Upper Realm native!"

The King of the Foreign Domain wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a flash of crazed ruthlessness appearing in his eyes.

Since he couldn't perfectly absorb the Origin, he would just have to destroy her! He absolutely could not let the illusory sea spirit fetus fall into the enemy's hands!

His hands suddenly shifted hand seals, directly converting the original blood-draining incantation into a destructive command to detonate the Bloodline.

"Death Curse, Explode!"

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In the Upper Realm, inside the commander's tent on the Xu Family warship.

Xu Chen withdrew the Divine Thought that had severed the Soul connection, frowning slightly.

That old thing from the foreign domain was indeed vicious enough. Seeing that absorption was unsuccessful, he had actually directly triggered the final step of the Death Curse—Bloodline self-detonation.

On the bed.

Helian Yue's already pale face suddenly flushed with an eerie crimson.

The blood in her body churned violently like boiling magma. The purple rune on her brow no longer devoured her Origin; instead, it began to emit a destructive fluctuation that was extremely unstable and could explode at any moment.

That was a Death Curse detonation planted by a Quasi-Emperor level expert. Once it went off, not only would Helian Yue be reduced to ashes, but even this sturdy void warship would likely have a massive hole blown through it.

"Husband! Danger! Get out of there quickly!"

Outside the tent, Nangong Waner and Lin Qingxue, sensing this destructive Aura, shouted anxiously and even tried to rush in.

"All of you stay outside! No one is allowed in without my command!"

Xu Chen barked angrily without looking back.

He did not retreat.

In this critical moment, not only did Xu Chen not take a single step back, but he instead stepped forward and sat directly on the edge of the bed.

"Want to die? In your dreams."

Xu Chen looked at the woman on the bed who had completely lost consciousness, her body swelling rapidly like an inflated balloon. A cold, extremely cruel light flashed in his eyes.

Since he said he wanted this person, then even if king yama himself came to collect her, he would have to leave her life behind!

"Suppress for me!"

He directly raised his right hand, his palm condensing a cluster of purple-gold light that was brilliant to the extreme. That was the beginning of all things, the most overbearing and all-encompassing supreme power—the Hongmeng Creation Qi.

Without any hesitation.

Carrying this cluster of purple-gold light, Xu Chen slammed his palm ruthlessly onto the very center of Helian Yue's high, heaving chest.