333: Chapter 333 The Pinnacle of Foreign Power

The bone staircase leading to the highest power of the Foreign Domain emitted a cold white light in the night.

Xu Chen walked up the stairs with a steady pace. That moon-white brocade robe fluttered slightly in the night wind, looking out of place in this eerie and bloody environment, yet exuding an absolute sense of being the Dominator over everything.

Helian Yue followed half a step behind him, submissive and with her head lowered.

Her gaze remained fixed on Xu Chen's tall back, a fire of fanaticism and obsession flickering in her narrow fox-like eyes.

The Foreign Domain only respects the strong.

And Xu Chen was her only god, now and in the future.

"Creak—"

The heavy Obsidian doors were pushed open.

The throne hall was empty, without a single guard. The originally magnificent decorations had been shattered by the aftershocks of the previous battle. A thick scent of blood remained in the air from when the King of the Foreign Domain had blood-sacrificed his guards.

At the deepest part of the hall, the throne—constructed from the skulls of nine Saint realm bone Dragons and symbolizing the highest power of the Foreign Domain—still stood there alone.

Xu Chen strode across the empty hall and walked directly to the throne.

Without the slightest hesitation, he sat down in a bold, domineering posture.

Feeling the cold touch of the bones, Xu Chen rested his chin on one hand. His deep gaze swept across the hall where his cheap father-in-law used to issue orders, and a lazy smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

"This chair looks imposing, but it's a bit uncomfortable to sit on. It's far worse than my red sandalwood Grandmaster's Chair."

Hearing Xu Chen's casual complaint, Helian Yue, following behind, didn't think anything was amiss.

She knew that in this man's eyes, this so-called highest power of the Foreign Domain was merely a trophy he had seized on a whim when he was bored.

"If Master finds it uncomfortable, Yue'er will have someone dismantle it immediately and replace it with a material Master likes."

Helian Yue walked to the bottom of the throne without stepping onto the dais. She bowed slightly, her tone carrying a submissiveness etched into her bones.

Xu Chen waved his hand.

"No need for such trouble. Since this is the custom of your Foreign Domain, This Young Master will follow the local customs; sitting on it for a while is fine."

Xu Chen looked at Helian Yue standing below the steps.

Although the tight dark red leather armor was sleek, it had been stained with a lot of dust and blood after the recent battle.

"Go change your clothes. Although This Young Master likes wild horses, smelling this much blood ruins the appetite," Xu Chen ordered casually.

Helian Yue was momentarily stunned, then a bright, strange light flashed in her eyes.

"Yes, Master. Yue'er will go right away."

Helian Yue didn't retreat but directly untied the straps of her dark red leather armor on the open space below the throne, right in front of Xu Chen.

The leather armor slipped off, revealing wheat-colored skin full of wild, explosive power.

She from her storage ring, she took out a revealing and sexy outfit of a Foreign Princess.

This outfit was made of a few strands of purple gauze and some exquisite bone ornaments. Wearing it didn't serve to cover anything but instead perfectly highlighted her extremely hot curves, exuding a Foreign Domain charm that made one's Bloodline race.

Helian Yue walked barefoot on the cold Obsidian floor. The silver bells at her ankles made a crisp, tantalizing "ting-a-ling" sound as she moved.

She walked up the steps one by one.

In those narrow fox-like eyes, there was a watery shimmer, as if they could drip with moisture. The corner of her eye carried a faint, lingering provocation—the unique seductive power of the illusory sea spirit fetus.

Xu Chen sat on the throne, his deep gaze watching this top-tier little wildcat who had delivered herself to his door, without stopping her.

Helian Yue walked to the front of the throne.

She didn't kneel on the ground to massage his legs or shoulders like an ordinary maid but boldly reached out her arms and wrapped them around Xu Chen's neck.

Subsequently, her hot body suddenly leaped up and straddled Xu Chen's lap.

"Master, are you satisfied with this outfit?"

Helian Yue leaned close to Xu Chen's ear, her warm breath hitting his earlobe, her voice so raspy it seemed capable of drawing out the deepest wicked fire in one's heart.

Her elastic wheat-colored skin pressed tightly against Xu Chen's brocade robe, continuously transmitting that fatal temptation through the fabric.

The contrast between power and beauty was pushed to the maximum at this moment.

The once high-and-mighty Foreign Domain commander was now like a submissive pet, actively offering everything of herself to the new king on this throne that symbolized the highest power.

Looking at that glamorous face so close to him and feeling the foreign fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose, the laziness in Xu Chen's eyes was completely replaced by a blazing fire.

He reached out his broad palm, gripped Helian Yue's slender waist, and pressed her firmly into his arms.

"The clothes are good. But compared to the clothes, This Young Master prefers your current attitude."

Xu Chen's voice was low and raspy, carrying a domineering tone that brooked no refusal.

He wasted no more words, directly lowering his head and sealing those two red lips stained with charm.

Helian Yue let out a satisfied groan, her hands tightly clutching Xu Chen's neck as she responded passionately.

Inside the empty, bloody hall.

On the cold white bone Dragon throne.

Two figures were intertwined in the dim light, like a beautiful painting full of wildness and conquest.

The Origin power of the illusory sea spirit fetus, accompanied by the intersection of Yin and Yang, transformed into the purest energy, continuously nourishing Xu Chen's Dantian, which had been somewhat restless after devouring the Quasi-Emperor.

A hundred miles outside the hall.

The Xu Family's warship still floated quietly in mid-air.

Nangong Waner stood at the bow, looking at the dark hall deep within the Royal Court, stomping her feet in anger.

"That vixen! She must be finding ways to seduce my husband again!" Nangong Waner gritted her silver teeth, her sword creaking in her grip.

Lin Qingxue still maintained her cold appearance, though there was a subtle ripple in her eyes as well.

"Sister Nangong, let her be."

Lin Qingxue held Nangong Waner's wrist, "The Young Master is not the type of person to be blinded by beauty. No matter how well she invites favor, the harem of the Xu Family is not for her alone to decide."

The Grand Elder stood to the side, listening to the conversation of the two Young Mistresses, keeping his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, acting as if he were deaf.

The infighting in the harem was far more terrifying than the slaughter on the battlefield. As a butler, he'd better not get involved. The priority was to quickly send people to take over the Foreign Domain's treasury; that was the real foundation of the Family.

Who knows how much time passed.

In the throne hall, the sounds that made one's face flush finally subsided.

Xu Chen leaned against the back of the bone Dragon throne, his clothes slightly disheveled, but his deep eyes shone with a bright light.

Helian Yue lay on Xu Chen's chest like a puddle of soft mud, that sexy Foreign Princess outfit long since discarded.

She gasped for air, her wheat-colored skin covered in fine beads of sweat, her fox-like eyes filled with the blurriness and dependence of being completely conquered.

"Master..."

Helian Yue rubbed her cheek against Xu Chen's firm chest, her voice soft and lacking any of her former commander's authority.

"Rested enough?"

Xu Chen's broad palm gently stroked Helian Yue's smooth back a couple of times. His tone was lazy but carried an unquestionable tone of command.

"If you've rested enough, get up. Leading the way to raid the treasury can wait, but now, This Young Master has something more important to do."

Xu Chen's deep eyes pierced through the thick floor of the hall, looking deep into the ground beneath the Royal Court.

There, he felt a massive, pure Origin power. It was the Plane Core that maintained the operation of the entire Foreign Domain.