331: Chapter 331 The Sword Immortal Leads the Way: My Women Are Not Just for Show

A pitch-black miniature black hole slowly rotated in Xu Chen's palm, emitting a terrifying devouring power that could even warp light.

Lying in the ruins of the city wall, the King of the Foreign Domain watched the encroaching black hole. Feeling the remnants of his Origin—already depleted by the blood sacrifice backlash—draining uncontrollably, a flash of desperate madness finally crossed his eyes.

"Even if I die, I will drag you outsiders down with me!"

The King of the Foreign Domain let out a roar like a dying beast.

He slammed his chest, forcibly burning the last sliver of his Divine Soul. The cracked and damaged Soul-Slaying Bone Blade in his hand erupted with a blinding blood-red light, like a final burst of radiance before death.

At the same time.

From the shadows of the ruins beneath the Royal Court, over a dozen hidden figures suddenly lunged out.

These figures wore black tight-fitting clothes similar to those of the Shadow Assassin Camp, but the aura they emitted was filled with the scent of death and decay.

Foreign Domain Death Soldiers!

This was the ultimate unit used by the Foreign Domain Royal Court to execute suicide missions. They were raised from childhood soaked in venom and resentment, possessing no sense of pain or any means of defense. Their only method of attack was self-detonation.

Under the cover of the King of the Foreign Domain burning his Divine Soul, these dozen or so death soldiers—each equivalent to an Early Stage Saint—did not charge at Xu Chen. Instead, like a dozen black human bombs, they bypassed the main battlefield and lunged frantically toward the Xu Family flagship hovering in mid-air!

The final command they received: Blow up the enemy's flagship and drag that traitorous Princess, whom the King regarded as a disgrace, down to Hell with them!

"Protect the warship!"

Standing on the flagship's command deck, the Grand Elder's face changed drastically as he saw the dozen death soldiers lunging forward with an aura of destruction.

Although he was at the Peak of the Quasi-Emperor realm, he had to maintain the Black Tortoise Celestial Defense Array to protect the entire fleet. For a moment, he simply couldn't spare a hand to intercept these lightning-fast suicide attackers.

The soldiers on the warship also raised their Spiritual Qi repeating crossbows, but the death soldiers moved erratically, weaving through the rain of arrows like ghosts. In the blink of an eye, they had closed in on the flagship's defensive light shield.

"Seeking death!"

At this critical moment, two crisp, delicate shouts rang out simultaneously above the warship.

One red and one white streak of light, like two peerless divine weapons slicing through the night sky, swept back from the direction of the city wall with incredible speed, precisely intercepting the path of the dozen charging death soldiers.

Nangong Waner and Lin Qingxue!

The two women had not let down their guard just because Xu Chen displayed crushing strength. After clearing the fodder on the city wall, their attention remained on the overall situation. As soon as these death soldiers appeared, the two peerless Sword Immortals keenly perceived their intentions.

"Sister Qingxue, I'll leave the six on the left to you; the seven on the right are mine!"

Not a trace of panic was visible on Nangong Waner's heroic face; instead, an excited Battle Intent flickered in her peach blossom eyes.

The longsword in her hand let out a high-pitched Dragon's cry.

"Fire Tree Silver Flower: Heaven Incineration!"

Boom!

A scorching Fire Sword Intent erupted. Nangong Waner seemed to transform into a Fire Phoenix undergoing Nirvana amidst the flames. Her sword light was like a massive net of fire, directly enveloping all seven death soldiers on the right.

Those death soldiers originally intended to force their way through the fire net, but Nangong Waner's Sword Intent contained an extremely overbearing Law of Incineration. The venom and resentment they used for defense were ignited the moment they touched the fire net, letting out a series of crackling explosions.

On the other side, Lin Qingxue's movements were even more concise and lethal.

"Frost Condensation!"

Lin Qingxue's cold voice echoed through the night sky.

Dressed in snow-white clothes, she traced a perfect semicircular arc in the Void Realm with her broken half-sword.

As the sword's edge passed, the surrounding violent fire-attribute Spiritual Qi was instantly frozen. A bone-chilling Ice Sword Intent, like a blizzard in the depths of winter, directly froze the six high-speed death soldiers on the left mid-air.

Though it was only a momentary freeze, it was more than enough for top-tier Sword Cultivators.

"Combine!"

Nangong Waner and Lin Qingxue exchanged a highly tacit look and changed their moves simultaneously.

The fire net contracted, and the frost shattered!

Two completely different, extreme Sword Intents collided and merged in mid-air, forming a terrifying storm that strangled everything.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Those dozen or so death soldiers, equivalent to Early Stage Saints, didn't even have time to initiate their self-detonation sequence before they were ground into a mist of blood and flesh by the storm of ice and fire Sword Intent, scattering down into the river of magma.

It was clean and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.

From the moment the death soldiers launched their sneak attack to the moment they were strangled by the two women, the entire process took only two or three breaths of time.

On the warship's deck, the Xu Family soldiers, who had been braced for impact, looked at the two heroic figures in the sky with eyes full of awe and admiration.

"The Young Mistresses are mighty!"

It was unclear who shouted first, but immediately after, the entire fleet erupted in thunderous cheers.

Inside the flagship's defensive light shield.

Helian Yue looked at the two women whom the Xu Family soldiers were hailing as "Young Mistress," a complex look flashing in her narrow, fox-like eyes.

She had always thought that for a man as overbearing and terrifyingly powerful as Xu Chen, the women around him were merely playthings used to vent desire. Just like herself; she had only earned a chance to live last night by offering her body and loyalty.

But now, seeing the stunning coordination of Nangong Waner and Lin Qingxue's sword formation, she realized how wrong she had been.

These two women not only possessed peerless beauty but also had the powerful strength and chemistry to hold their own on the battlefield. They were not canaries hiding under a man's wing, but war hawks capable of soaring alongside him.

"It seems that if I want to gain a firm foothold in this man's harem, relying solely on bedroom skills is far from enough."

Helian Yue touched her slender waist, a wild smile curling at the corner of her mouth.

Foreign Domain women feared competition the least.

At this time.

In the center of the battlefield.

Xu Chen did not turn back to support the small episode happening behind him.

He had sensed the presence of those death soldiers long ago, but he didn't act. If even a few small fry required a Young Lord like him to handle personally, then why did he bring this army of ten thousand and these two peerless Sword Immortals? To be cheerleaders?

Furthermore, he had absolute confidence in the strength of Nangong Waner and Lin Qingxue.

Feeling the Sword Intent fluctuations behind him quickly subside, Xu Chen even had the leisure to glance back.

In mid-air, Nangong Waner and Lin Qingxue had already sheathed their swords and landed gracefully on the bow of the flagship.

Seeing Xu Chen look over, Nangong Waner proudly tilted her snowy-white chin. Although Lin Qingxue's expression remained cold, the tips of her ears turned slightly red, and her eyes held a trace of shy expectation for praise.

Looking at these two charming wives who coordinated so well and cleared his worries, a gentle curve appeared at the corner of Xu Chen's mouth.

He raised his hand and naturally gave the two women a thumbs-up.

Seeing Xu Chen's gesture, Nangong Waner immediately beamed with joy, and Lin Qingxue's eyes also rippled with emotion, her lips curling up uncontrollably.

"Bastard! You dare to be distracted in front of me!"

Seeing that Xu Chen actually had the heart to flirt with the women on the warship, the King of the Foreign Domain felt he had suffered an unprecedented humiliation.

He roared, and the damaged bone blade—burning with the last of his Divine Soul—carried an aura of extreme tragedy as it lunged straight for the back of Xu Chen's heart.

"Old thing, your part in this play is over."

Xu Chen didn't turn around. The gentleness on his face instantly vanished, replaced by the chilling coldness of the Imperial Clan's Young Lord.

He turned around, facing the damaged Emperor's weapon stabbing toward him, and thrust the miniature black hole in his right hand forward.

Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art, full eruption!