326: Chapter 326 Overbearing Protection: My Spoils of War Are Not for the King of Hell to Take Away

Boom!

A dull, thunderous bang erupted within the flagship's main tent.

Xu Chen's palm strike seemed heavy and powerful, yet the moment it touched Helian Yue's skin, it transformed into exquisite control.

The incomparably violent Purple-Gold Hongmeng Creation Qi followed Xu Chen's palm, like a roaring Primordial True Dragon, arrogantly smashing through all the sealed Meridians in Helian Yue's body and driving straight in.

On the bed, Helian Yue's body, which had been bulging high and was on the verge of exploding, suddenly froze the moment it came into contact with this Purple-Gold current.

“Ah—”

A shrill scream of extreme agony escaped her lips, but the sound was quickly drowned out by the collision of two terrifying forces within her body.

Inside Helian Yue, the Blood Sacrifice Death Curse from the King of the Foreign Domain was like a patch of crazily spreading black poisonous fire, greedily devouring her Saint Origin in an attempt to turn everything to ash. It was a destructive will planted by a Quasi-Emperor level expert, carrying the oppressive weight of an irreversible Law.

However, when this black poisonous fire encountered Xu Chen's Hongmeng Creation Qi, it was as if it had met its natural enemy.

The beginning of all things, the creation of myriad forms.

The Hongmeng Creation Qi did not follow any logic. It didn't bother to entangle with or assimilate the death curse; instead, it simply crushed it with a domineering, even brutal, posture.

“Sizzle—”

A sound similar to silk being torn apart echoed from within Helian Yue's body.

The Purple-Gold current transformed into countless sharp carving knives, forcibly uprooting the black death curse runes rooted deep within Helian Yue's Bloodline and grinding them into powder.

During this process, Helian Yue endured pain unimaginable to ordinary people.

She felt as if her blood vessels were being pulled out one by one, scorched by fire, and then stuffed back into her body. Cold sweat instantly soaked the tight black battle armor she wore, outlining her proud figure even more clearly, but at this moment, there was not a hint of lust in Xu Chen's eyes.

His gaze was focused and cold as he continuously output the Creation True Qi within his body.

“Shatter for me!”

Xu Chen gave a low shout and slammed his palm down hard.

Boom!

The last and most central death curse rune resided in the purple mark on Helian Yue's forehead. Under the powerful impact of the Hongmeng Creation Qi, that mark let out an overwhelmed wail before shattering inch by inch like glass.

“Puff!”

Helian Yue jerked her head back and spat out a large mouthful of foul-smelling, pitch-black poisonous blood. The moment the blood touched the air, it turned into black smoke and dissipated.

With the expulsion of this poisonous blood, her body, which had been inflated like a balloon, quickly deflated, returning to its original hot and slender curves. The heart-palpitating destructive fluctuations within her also completely settled down.

A narrow escape from death.

Helian Yue collapsed weakly onto the large beast-skin bed, gasping for breath.

Her dark purple long hair was soaked with sweat and blood, sticking messily to her cheeks. Those fox-like eyes, once full of wildness and cunning, were now filled with the terror of surviving a disaster and a lingering emptiness.

She stared blankly at the ceiling of the tent, her mind constantly replaying the terrifying scene from moments ago.

Her biological father, the man she had feared and worshipped since childhood, and for whom she had not hesitated to risk her life in loyalty—the King of the Foreign Domain—had actually turned her into a consumable to increase his cultivation without hesitation.

And that native of the Upper Realm, who had trampled her proud Formation underfoot on the battlefield and ruthlessly crushed all her dignity, had actually dragged her back from the hands of king yama.

What an irony.

“What? Not dead yet?”

A voice tinged with a bit of laziness and mockery sounded by the bedside.

Helian Yue turned her head somewhat sluggishly.

Xu Chen was standing by the bed, casually using a white silk handkerchief to wipe the black blood from his palm. The expression on his face remained that same peerlessly casual air.

“You... why did you save me?”

Helian Yue's voice was terribly hoarse, like two rusted iron plates rubbing together. She looked into Xu Chen's eyes, which were as deep as the starry sky, trying to find a trace of hypocritical pity.

But she found nothing.

“Save you?”

Xu Chen chuckled and tossed the silk handkerchief aside.

He leaned down, supporting himself with one hand on the beast skin beside Helian Yue's cheek, bringing the distance between them to less than a foot.

The scent of male hormones mixed with that unique pressure of a superior instantly enveloped Helian Yue.

“Princess Your Highness, have you misunderstood something?”

Xu Chen looked into Helian Yue's gradually focusing eyes and said word by word.

“This Young Master is not saving you. I am merely protecting my own spoils of war. Since you have fallen into my hands, you are my, Xu Chen's, possession. In these All Heavens and Myriad Realms, no one but me has the right to decide your life or death. Not that old geezer of yours who doesn't even dare to show his face, and king yama... he can't either.”

These words held no tenderness at all; they were even filled with the arrogance of treating a person as a plaything.

But to Helian Yue, who had just experienced the betrayal of her closest kin and the collapse of her faith, it was nothing less than a violent storm.

In the Foreign Domain Royal Court, she was a tool that could be sacrificed at any time.

But in this man's eyes, she was a 'spoil of war' that even king yama could not touch.

Helian Yue stared fixedly at the close-at-hand Xu Chen. She looked at his handsome, chiseled profile and felt the strength radiating from him that seemed capable of holding up the sky.

Her heart, which had been completely frozen by betrayal, actually experienced a violent tremor in the face of this unreasonable, domineering arrogance.

Worshipping the strong and submitting to even greater power was an instinct deeply rooted in the bones of every person from the Foreign Domain.

And the man before her, whether in terms of strategy, strength, or that arrogance that disregarded the Laws of heaven and earth, had completely crushed all the strong people she had known in the past, including even her cold-blooded father!

“Aren't you... afraid my father will retaliate? He is a Quasi-Emperor...” Helian Yue bit her lower lip and asked almost instinctively.

“Quasi-Emperor?”

Xu Chen acted as if he had heard a hilarious joke. He stood up, folded his arms, and looked down at her.

“Does a trash Quasi-Emperor who relies on sucking dry his own daughter's Bloodline to force a Breakthrough even deserve to be called a Quasi-Emperor?” A flash of unmasked contempt crossed Xu Chen's eyes. “When This Young Master has a moment, I will personally lead men into your Foreign Domain Royal Court, twist that old geezer's head off, and give it to you to kick around as a chamber pot.”

She took a deep breath, and a new, even somewhat crazed flame gradually ignited in the depths of her originally empty eyes.

She slowly pushed herself up from the beast-skin bed.

The tight black battle armor was already somewhat damaged from the earlier struggle, revealing large patches of wild, wheat-colored skin that radiated an alluring luster under the flickering lamplight of the tent.

She didn't bother to straighten her messy clothes; instead, she sat kneeling at the edge of the bed in an extremely submissive yet seductive posture.

“Fine.”

Helian Yue looked up, a fanatical light shining in her narrow fox-like eyes—a resolve to completely abandon the past and offer everything to her new master.

“Since you say I am your spoil of war, then I will be your spoil of war.”

She stuck out her tongue and gently licked away the residual blood from the corner of her mouth, her voice carrying a hoarseness that could make one's bones go soft.

“However, Young Lord of the Imperial Clan, since you saved my life, I will give you a great gift in return.”

“Oh?” Xu Chen's eyebrows rose slightly as he looked with interest at this little wildcat from the Foreign Domain whose attitude had done a complete 180-degree turn.

“I know all the Formation layouts of the Royal Court, and I also know the coordinates of the national treasury.” Helian Yue looked directly into Xu Chen's eyes, her tone as cold and emotionless as could be. “Help me kill him. From now on, this body of Helian Yue, along with the entire Foreign Domain, will be yours.”

Seeing Helian Yue's desperate manner, the smile at the corner of Xu Chen's mouth gradually widened.

“Deal.”

Xu Chen took a step forward and naturally reached out to pinch Helian Yue's pointed chin, his thumb gently rubbing against her elastic, wheat-colored skin.

“However, killing that old geezer is a matter for tomorrow. As for tonight...”

Xu Chen's deep gaze swept over the curves threatening to burst out from under her damaged armor, his eyes becoming hot and full of aggression.

“As a spoil of war, shouldn't you first fulfill the duty of warming the bed and let This Young Master inspect the goods?”

Feeling the temperature from Xu Chen's fingers and hearing this blunt flirtation,

Helian Yue did not react with angry resistance as she had before.

A breathtaking blush appeared on her glamorous face. She looked at the peerlessly domineering man before her, the fanaticism in her eyes turning into a pool of spring water.

“With pleasure... my master.”

She proactively reached out and climbed onto Xu Chen's broad shoulders.