395: Chapter 395 Taming the Cold and Aloof Older Sister! Spanking Her in Front of Her Mother

A crisp slapping sound echoed in the dim altar, lingering for a long time.

Ye Wushuang's body stiffened.

The burning sting, starting from her perky curve, spread throughout her body like an electric current, finally rushing to her head. Her beautiful face, usually as cold and proud as ten thousand years of mystic ice, instantly flushed crimson, as if it could drip blood.

As the Young Lord of the ancient Demon Race, she was born a favored daughter of the heavens, the focus of all. Even in the cruellest battles across the Myriad Realms Battlefield, no one had dared to use such a frivolous, even insulting, method against her.

"You... you're courting death!" Ye Wushuang's voice trembled, tinged with disbelief and indignation.

She struggled desperately, the residual Devilish Qi in her body surging wildly, trying to break free from Xu Chen's iron-vice-like grip on her thigh and back. Her tight black demon armor, under her violent twisting, outlined breathtaking curves, even emitting faint cracking sounds as if unable to bear the strain.

"It seems the first slap wasn't loud enough to wake up your noble brain."

Xu Chen chuckled, his tone devoid of any pity for the fair sex.

As his Physical Body strength at the Great Saint Realm Middle Stage slightly pressed down, Ye Wushuang felt as if an ancient divine mountain had descended upon her back. No matter how she activated her secret techniques, even burning the Devil Race essence blood within her, she couldn't break free from that large hand in the slightest.

Xu Chen raised his hand, and with a whoosh, another heavy slap landed.

"Pa!"

This slap was three-tenths heavier than before, and the sound was even crisper.

Ye Wushuang let out a pained cry, biting her lower lip, her eyes already brimming with tears of grievance and humiliation.

"This slap is to teach you how to speak to your elders."

Xu Chen looked down at her, his deep eyes holding a playful scrutiny.

"What kind of elder are you! Let me go!" Ye Wushuang turned her head, glaring fiercely at Xu Chen, her stubborn expression like a small wildcat whose tail had been stepped on, still trying to show its claws.

"What kind of elder am I?"

Xu Chen raised an eyebrow, then turned to glance at Ye Jiayin, who was slumped against the White Bone Throne, too weak to even lift a finger.

A playful arc curved on his lips as he slowly said, "Your mother was quite passionate just now, dancing and throwing herself into my arms in this Demon Extermination Domain. If I were to nod, you'd have to call me stepfather right now. Tell me, am I not your elder?"

"You're spouting nonsense! I'll kill you!" Ye Wushuang was so enraged she almost spat blood. If her hands weren't bound behind her back, she would have pounced and bitten off this shameless man's throat.

Ye Jiayin, who had been leaning against the throne, heard Xu Chen's audacious teasing, and a blush crept onto her pale cheeks.

As a dignified Demon Venerable, when had she ever been treated so lightly? Especially in front of her own daughter.

"You... you're going too far..." Ye Jiayin's voice was weak. She tried to muster Devilish Qi to retaliate, but found her body completely empty, without a shred of resistance left.

In her deep purple eyes, a helpless despondency appeared for the first time. In front of this human youth, her proud cultivation and status were simply a joke.

"Going too far? This is 'going too far'?"

Xu Chen released his hand from Ye Wushuang's back and stood up.

Freed from the suppression, Ye Wushuang sprang up from the ground like a leopard escaping its cage. She didn't bother to straighten her slightly disheveled demon armor, grabbing the long, narrow demon blade that had fallen nearby and pointing its tip directly at Xu Chen's throat.

"I want your life!" A cold glint flashed in Ye Wushuang's eyes.

However, Xu Chen simply extended two fingers nonchalantly.

"Clang!"

Another crisp clang resounded.

Ye Wushuang's full-force, deadly strike was once again firmly caught between Xu Chen's fingertips.

This time, Xu Chen didn't give her any chance to struggle. He exerted force with his fingertips, and an overwhelmingly domineering Hongmeng Purple Qi surged out along the blade, directly scattering the Devilish Qi Ye Wushuang had infused into the sword.

"Crack!"

The top-grade Saint Weapon demon blade, which had accompanied Ye Wushuang for countless years, shattered into fragments like fragile glass between Xu Chen's two fingers, turning into a pile of scrap metal.

Ye Wushuang felt a mountain-toppling force transmit through the hilt. Her tiger's mouth instantly split open, and she was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into a stone pillar carved with demon god totems.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of fresh blood spurted from her mouth, staining a large area of her demon armor.

"Shuang'er!" Ye Jiayin exclaimed, her eyes filled with heartache and anxiety.

Xu Chen clapped his hands, dusting off non-existent debris, and walked step by step towards Ye Wushuang, who had fallen to the ground.

"You girl, your temper is too stubborn, and your bones are too hard. If you encountered those old fellows from the God Race or the Underworld Race in this Myriad Realms Battlefield, with your meager skills, you would have long been flayed, and even your Divine Soul would be used to light sky lanterns."

Xu Chen crouched down in front of Ye Wushuang, looking down at her face, which was slightly distorted by pain and unwillingness.

He reached out and pinched Ye Wushuang's delicate chin, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze.

"Didn't you want to know my name? Remember, This Young Master's surname is Xu, and my given name is Chen."

Xu Chen's tone was calm.

"From today onwards, the life and death of your Demon Race will be decided by me."

Ye Wushuang stared fixedly at the man before her.

In those deep eyes, like the starry sky, she saw no reverence for the Demon Race, only an absolute confidence in holding everything in his palm. It was the gaze of a true superior, even more chilling than her mother's during her prime.

"You're dreaming... The Demon Race would rather die than surrender..." Ye Wushuang gritted her teeth, spitting out a few words with difficulty.

Xu Chen chuckled softly and released his hand.

He stood up and walked to the White Bone Throne.

Ye Jiayin watched him warily, trying to shrink her voluptuous body deeper into the throne, but her delicate and powerless appearance only added a few touches of charming, mature allure.

"What exactly do you want?" Ye Jiayin took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. "Although you've absorbed part of This Venerable's Origin, the Demon Race army is stationed outside the ruins. If This Venerable were to fight to the death..."

"Fight to the death? What do you have to fight me with?"

Xu Chen interrupted her without ceremony, sitting directly on the armrest of the White Bone Throne. He even very naturally reached out and picked up a strand of Ye Jiayin's purple hair, sniffing it lightly at his nose.

"Very fragrant, like fully bloomed roses." Xu Chen nodded in appreciation, completely ignoring Ye Jiayin's almost murderous gaze.

He turned his head to look at Ye Wushuang, who was struggling to stand up not far away.

"If I'm not mistaken, your Demon Race's premature awakening this time is because you felt external pressure, right? Those guys from the God Race and Underworld Race aren't pushovers. With your current weak body, plus a hot-headed, headstrong little girl, how can you compete with them for the Luck of the Myriad Realms Battlefield?"

Xu Chen incisively pointed out the predicament the Demon Race currently faced.

Ye Jiayin fell silent.

Xu Chen was right. Her forced awakening had severely damaged her Origin, and the Demon Race was now in a state of disarray. If the God Race and Underworld Race discovered her weakness at this moment, the Demon Race would undoubtedly face total annihilation.

"You want to cooperate?" Ye Jiayin asked tentatively.

"Cooperate?" Xu Chen burst into laughter as if he had heard a hilarious joke. "You might have misunderstood something. I, Xu Chen, never cooperate with the weak."

He leaned in slightly, close to Ye Jiayin's ear. His hot breath brushed against her cheek, causing a slight shiver.

"I said before, I like to take beautiful things I fancy home and hide them. Since we've met, you two, this exquisite mother-daughter pair, will be part of my Xu Family from now on."

"You wish!" Ye Wushuang roared, ignoring her injuries and attempting to charge forward again.

"Shuang'er, stop!"

Ye Jiayin suddenly spoke, stopping Ye Wushuang's rashness.

She looked deeply at Xu Chen. In this man, she sensed a profoundness even more unfathomable than the God and Underworld Races. In this Myriad Realms Battlefield where the strong preyed on the weak, perhaps, relying on this mysterious human youth was the Demon Race's only glimmer of hope.

"As long as you can protect the Demon Race, This Venerable... can agree to your terms." Ye Jiayin closed her eyes, uttering these words with difficulty. The dignified Demon Venerable, for the continuation of her race, ultimately chose to bow her head.

"That's more like it."

Xu Chen snapped his fingers in satisfaction.

He didn't push his Luck by making more excessive demands.

One eats a meal one bite at a time, and women are tamed step by step.

For this pair of demon goddess mother and daughter, both with distinct personalities and extreme arrogance, slowly breaking down their psychological defenses and watching them transition from resistance to complete surrender was the most enjoyable part.

"Alright, that's enough for today."

Xu Chen stood up and patted his clothes, as if dusting off non-existent dust.

"Those flies from the God Race and Underworld Race outside are already getting restless. You two rest here for now. After This Young Master cleans up the trouble outside, I'll come back to pick you up and take you to the main camp."

He turned around and flashed a mischievous smile at Ye Wushuang.

"Little girl, does your butt still hurt? Next time we meet, remember to obediently call me Young Lord."

With that, Xu Chen ignored Ye Wushuang's almost fiery gaze. His figure transformed into a streak of light, tearing through the space of the underground altar and vanishing into the ancient ruins.