394: Chapter 394 The Ancient Desolate Demon Realm? It tastes good, I'll drink to that first.

This space, interwoven with pink demonic patterns, exuded a strange demonic power capable of instantly corrupting even a Saint King.

Ye Jiayin’s figure flitted through this Void Realm.

Her already sheer dark purple gauze dress had now slipped halfway down her shoulders, revealing a large expanse of fair, plump skin. She lightly tapped the Void Realm with bare feet, every turn, every glance, imbued with a natural charm.

This was not the low-level flirtation of the Mortal world, but a high-level seduction that perfectly integrated Demonic Path Law with primal instinct.

“Ancient Realm of Annihilation...”

Xu Chen stood still, allowing the pink demonic patterns to cling to his calves like vines. He narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the Demonic Path Origin attempting to forcibly strip him of his five senses and invade his Divine Soul.

His Great Saint Realm Middle Stage Divine Thought was as stable as a rock in his Sea of Consciousness, completely isolating the illusions that could drive one mad.

This woman intended to refine him into an obedient Puppet without shedding blood.

“A good idea, but the method is a bit old-fashioned.” Xu Chen’s lips curved into a playful smile. Not only did he not circulate his spiritual power to resist, but he also deliberately dispersed his defensive barrier.

He feigned a gradually dazed look, his steps unsteady as he walked towards Ye Jiayin.

Ye Jiayin watched Xu Chen’s “stricken” reaction, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.

“I thought he was some formidable character, able to so easily crush Shuang’er’s Saber Qi. Turns out he’s just a good-for-nothing who can’t even withstand this Venerable One’s Demonic Realm.” Ye Jiayin’s red lips parted, her voice filled with condescending mockery. “In the bones of human men, they ultimately cannot escape this ridiculous desire.”

She stopped dancing, floating languidly in mid-air. Watching Xu Chen approach step by step, Ye Jiayin extended a slender finger and lightly hooked Xu Chen’s chin.

“Since you like watching so much, from now on, be a dog by this Venerable One’s side and watch every day.”

Ye Jiayin exhaled like an orchid, and dense Demonic Path Origin, flowing along her fingertip, attempted to directly plant itself deep into Xu Chen’s Divine Soul, completely stripping him of his autonomous consciousness.

However, the moment her fingertip touched Xu Chen’s skin.

Xu Chen’s previously “dazed” eyes suddenly shot out two dazzling purple-gold Divine Lights. Where was there any trace of being bewildered? His gaze was as clear as a demon-reflecting mirror, filled with undisguised playfulness and arrogance.

“Being a dog is too boring. I’ve always preferred to be the one riding on the master’s...”

Xu Chen backhanded and grabbed Ye Jiayin’s wrist, which was still on his chin, and pulled her forcefully into his embrace.

Ye Jiayin felt an irresistible surge of immense power. This dignified Ancient Demon Race ruler actually stumbled into Xu Chen’s broad, firm chest like a Mortal woman with no power to resist.

“You weren’t affected?!”

Ye Jiayin’s expression changed drastically. She instinctively wanted to mobilize the Demonic Venerable Origin within her to counterattack, but to her horror, she found that this “Ancient Realm of Annihilation” she had personally set up had instantly lost control.

A stream of purple-gold Qi, far more ancient and domineering than Devilish Qi, had somehow permeated every corner of this Demonic Realm like a spiderweb.

That was Xu Chen’s Hongmeng Creation Origin Body!

“You’ve been dancing for so long, are you tired? Come, let This Young Master reward you properly.”

Xu Chen wrapped one arm around Ye Jiayin’s slender waist, feeling the astonishing softness and elasticity in his embrace.

Ye Jiayin was both shocked and enraged. As a dignified Demonic Venerable, how could she endure such a great humiliation?

She fiercely raised her other hand, condensing a ball of pitch-black Destructive Demonic Thunder in her palm, and slammed it hard towards Xu Chen’s chest.

Xu Chen did not dodge.

“Boom!”

The Destructive Demonic Thunder exploded on Xu Chen’s chest. But its power, enough to severely injure a Great Saint Realm expert, was completely swallowed by a purple-gold halo the moment it touched Xu Chen’s skin, not even scorching his clothes.

“Is that all the strength you have?”

Xu Chen lowered his head, his nose almost touching Ye Jiayin’s. The distance between them was so close that they could clearly feel each other’s breath.

A trace of panic finally appeared in Ye Jiayin’s deep purple eyes.

She had just awakened from a long slumber, and her Origin power was less than one-tenth of its peak.

If she were at her peak, she naturally wouldn’t have put this human in her eyes. But at this moment, she was horrified to find that her proud Demonic Venerable Origin was being firmly suppressed by the mysterious power within this human youth.

“You... what kind of Physique are you?!” Ye Jiayin asked through gritted teeth, trying to break free from Xu Chen’s embrace, but the large hand around her waist was like an iron hoop, unmoving.

“A Physique that will make you feel heavenly pleasure.”

Xu Chen did not answer her question. He looked at the exquisitely beautiful face, full of mature charm, so close before him, and a wicked curve appeared at the corner of his lips.

He tilted his head slightly, and his warm lips pressed directly onto Ye Jiayin’s fair, slender neck.

“You dare!” Ye Jiayin’s body stiffened, an unprecedented shiver running down her spine and rushing to her mind.

Xu Chen ignored her struggle. He opened his mouth, and instead of kissing, he bit down hard on Ye Jiayin’s neck, which was exuding a rich Demonic Path Origin.

“Hiss—”

Ye Jiayin let out a muffled cry of pain.

But immediately after, something even more despairing happened to her.

As Xu Chen bit down, his Hongmeng Creation Origin Body, like a greedy bottomless pit, madly devoured Ye Jiayin’s already scarce Demonic Venerable Origin through their touching skin.

That supremely pure ancient Devilish Qi surged into Xu Chen’s body like a bursting dam.

“Tastes good.” Xu Chen released her, licked his lips, and showed an expression of wanting more.

With this large mouthful of Origin forcibly extracted, Ye Jiayin’s already pale face instantly became bloodless. She felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and all her strength seemed to drain away, as she limply collapsed into Xu Chen’s arms.

The demonic patterns maintaining the “Ancient Realm of Annihilation” also shattered inch by inch like bubbles, due to the loss of power support.

The illusion dissipated.

Their figures reappeared within the dilapidated underground altar.

Not far away, Ye Wushuang, who had been holding her demonic saber and standing by in full alert, saw the illusion shatter. Before her tense nerves could relax, she witnessed a scene that made her eyes burn with fury.

Her mother, who had always been aloof and revered as a goddess by the entire Demon Race, was now half-undressed and limp in the arms of that hateful human youth. And that youth was even holding her mother’s chin in a disrespectful manner!

“Let go of my mother! I’ll tear you to pieces!”

Ye Wushuang’s eyes were bloodshot, her rage completely overriding her reason.

She recklessly ignited the Demon Race essence blood within her.

Her Great Saint Realm Early Stage cultivation was forcefully pushed to its limit at this moment. The long, narrow demonic saber in her hand erupted with pitch-black Saber Light several times more powerful than before, and she shot towards Xu Chen like an arrow released from a bow, carrying monstrous killing intent.

“Shuang’er... don’t go over...” Ye Jiayin weakly opened her eyes, wanting to stop her, but her parched Origin left her without even the strength to speak.

Xu Chen looked at the aloof Demonic Maiden charging towards him like a mad tigress, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.

“What an ignorant little girl. Can’t you see the adults are having a romantic moment?”

He still held Ye Jiayin steadily with one hand, while his free right hand casually drew a circle in the Void Realm.

True Dragon Treasure Technique — Dragon Seizing Hand!

A giant Dragon Claw, completely condensed from purple-gold spiritual power, suddenly reached out from the Void Realm. The Dragon Claw, with irresistible might, crushed the pitch-black Saber Light unleashed by Ye Wushuang.

Immediately after, the Dragon Claw continued its momentum, like an eagle catching a chick, directly seizing Ye Wushuang by the scruff of her neck.

No matter how Ye Wushuang struggled, or how she swung her demonic saber at the Dragon Claw, it was all in vain. Her Great Saint Realm Early Stage cultivation seemed so ridiculous and powerless under Xu Chen’s absolute suppression of Great Saint Realm Middle Stage and Hongmeng Body Physique.

With a thought from Xu Chen, the giant Dragon Claw lifted Ye Wushuang and slammed her heavily onto the cold stone slab in front of the altar.

“Let go of me! You despicable human!” Ye Wushuang struggled fiercely, her tight demonic armor creating breathtaking curves as she writhed, and her cold eyes almost spewed fire.

“Quite a stubborn temper. It seems your mother usually lacks discipline. Never mind, today This Young Master will teach this ignorant girl a good lesson on your behalf.”

Xu Chen looked at the weakened Ye Jiayin in his arms and sneered.

He released Ye Jiayin, letting her lean weakly against the Bone Throne. Then, Xu Chen walked step by step to Ye Wushuang, who was pinned to the ground by the Dragon Claw.

He looked down at this exquisite face, seven parts similar to Ye Jiayin’s, but even colder and more stubborn.

“Since you like to use your hands so much, I’ll teach you what kind of posture you should assume in the face of absolute power.”

Xu Chen dispelled the Dragon Seizing Hand.

Before Ye Wushuang could even get up to resist, Xu Chen struck like lightning.

He grabbed Ye Wushuang’s wrist, twisted it behind her back, and at the same time pressed his thigh down hard, pinning this haughty Young Clan Chief of the Demon Race face down on his knee in an extremely humiliating posture.

“You... what are you doing?! Let go of me!” Ye Wushuang felt this shameful posture and instantly panicked.

Xu Chen did not answer her.

He raised his broad palm and, with some force, mercilessly slapped down hard on Ye Wushuang’s perky rear.

“Slap!”

The crisp sound of the slap echoed through the empty underground altar, sounding exceptionally harsh.