396: Chapter 396 The Price of a Smelly Mouth! The Divine Race Generals Get a Mixed Doubles Attack

At the edge of the Myriad Realms Battlefield, several vast stellar wreckage fragments had been pulled together by the gravity of the Void Realm, piecing together a rugged and uneven landmass.

With the awakening and arrival of various hidden great clans, this once-dead and desolate zone had spontaneously formed into a Ten Thousand Worlds Market where dragons and fish mixed together.

Winged demonic birds, Loose Cultivators shrouded in black robes, and tall members of foreign races all shuttled through this place, trading ancient divine materials they had risked their lives to obtain.

The dark red morning sunlight pierced through the thick currents of Chaos, spilling into the center of the market.

Xu Chen did not return to the base camp; instead, he strolled through the air above the market. He found a floating meteorite with a clear view, pulled a grandmaster's chair out from his Storage Ring to lie down on, and held a pot of warm Bamboo Leaf Green wine, looking down at the bustling scene below with great interest.

His Great Saint Realm Middle Stage Divine Thought rippled out like invisible water waves, scanning the stalls laid out on tattered cloths below.

Just as he was wondering if he could find some novel trinkets to relieve the boredom of the children back home, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from the center of the market.

Along with this loud bang, a powerful pressure belonging to the Great Saint Realm Early Stage swept across the field like a hurricane.

Seven or eight Human Race Cultivators who were picking out Spirit Medicine at the stalls were caught off guard. Before they could even scream, they were sent flying by this pressure. They crashed heavily into distant ruins, coughing up blood as their sternums shattered extensively.

"Get out of the way! You lowly human ants, how dare you stand before the army of my God Race?"

The extremely arrogant roar, amplified by spiritual power, caused the ears of many lower-level Loose Cultivators nearby to bleed.

In the open space at the center of the market, a tall man wearing silver one-piece divine armor with two pairs of pure white light wings on his back was looking around with a face full of insolence.

This man held a sacred spear radiating the piercing Light Law, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground as a drop of human Cultivator's blood dripped down the blade. He was the first God General of the ancient God Race, Jialou.

The God Race considered themselves the orthodox of the Heavenly Dao, born with an arrogance etched into their bones. The Myriad Realms Battlefield had just opened, and the God Race higher-ups were impatient to send him out to patrol and establish dominance. Naturally, the Eastern Desolation Xu Family, who had made a high-profile entrance yesterday, became the stepping stone the God Race most wanted to crush under their feet.

Cultivators of various races in the surroundings retreated one after another, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.

The injured Human Race Cultivators were filled with humiliation, gritting their teeth as they stared at Jialou, but intimidated by his Great Saint Realm strength, none dared to step forward and argue.

"What? Not satisfied?"

Jialou looked at the crowd, who were furious but didn't dare to speak, and a mocking sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't think that just because your Human Race produced some Xu Family, you can stand tall in this Myriad Realms Battlefield. Before my ancient God Race, you lot are only fit to roll in the mud—you will always be of inferior Bloodlines! If that so-called Young Master Xu dares to stand before this God General, I will surely use this spear to pierce through his collarbones and make him kneel to lick my God Race's shoes!"

The arrogant clamor echoed above the market.

On the floating meteorite.

Xu Chen's movement as he was about to bring the wine pot to his mouth paused slightly.

There was no ripple in his deep eyes; he just quietly watched the bird-man below who was spouting nonsense. The curve of his mouth gradually flattened, replaced by an eerie chill that made one's heart skip a beat.

To think he could run into a fool rushing to his reincarnation just by going out for a walk.

Xu Chen had no intention of getting up to handle it personally.

With his Great Saint Realm Middle Stage cultivation, crushing an Early Stage lightweight would be somewhat like bullying.

He visualized two familiar figures in his mind, and a strand of Divine Thought crossed through space, transmitting directly toward the Xu Family base camp.

"Hongyi, Waner. There is a foul-mouthed bird-man in the market center insulting your husband. Come stretch your limbs; no need to hold back."

Less than three breaths after the transmission was sent.

The Void Realm above the Ten Thousand Worlds Market distorted violently without warning.

A clear, resonant sword hum that seemed to crack the sky was the first to pierce the air, as if it wanted to split this oppressive firmament wide open. Following closely behind was a surging dark red Devilish Flame, carrying a violent Evil Qi that could incinerate everything, as it crashed down into the center of the market.

The wild air currents overturned all the surrounding stalls. Amidst the flying dust, two exquisite figures slowly emerged directly in front of Jialou.

On the left, Luo Hongyi wore a fire-like tight-fitting long dress that outlined her perfect, fiendishly beautiful curves to the fullest.

Her jet-black hair danced wildly under the surge of Devilish Qi, and blood-red light leaped in her narrow, beautiful eyes, making her look like an Asura Empress walking out of purgatory.

On the right, Nangong Waner wore capable frost-white sword robes and carried an ancient longsword on her back. There was not a single bit of excess spiritual power leaking from her body, but the pure Sword Intent condensed into her bones caused the surrounding space to develop fine cutting cracks.

The aura emanating from both women was, remarkably, at the Saint King Peak.

They were only a thin line away from the Great Saint Realm.

"Who are you?!"

Jialou was forced back half a step by these two sudden, powerful surges of Killing Intent.

He gripped his divine spear tightly, looking with uncertainty at these two women who were breathtakingly beautiful yet radiated lethal danger.

"So you're the molting pheasant who was just spouting filth here?"

Luo Hongyi crossed her arms, slightly tilting up her snow-white chin. That condescending look of contempt was a hundred times more arrogant than Jialou's had been.

She didn't even look at Jialou directly; instead, she turned to Nangong Waner beside her and parted her red lips: "Sister Waner, husband said this bird-man's mouth is too foul. Should we pluck his feathers first, or cut out his tongue?"

Nangong Waner's face was covered in frost, and her cold eyes held not a trace of warmth.

"Plucking feathers is too much trouble; just chop him up and feed him to the dogs."

This conversation, conducted as if no one else were around, caused the surrounding Cultivators of all races to gasp. Saint King Peak against Great Saint Realm Early Stage, and these two female Cultivators didn't take their opponent seriously at all!

Jialou's face twisted with rage. The four light wings on his back snapped open, and a piercing divine light made him look like a blazing sun.

"Insolent! You two reckless wretches dare to speak so disrespectfully to this God General! Since you seek death, I shall grant it to you!"

He roared, pouring his Great Saint Realm Divine Power into his arms without reservation.

He turned into a bolt of silver lightning, his divine spear carrying the Light Law that could destroy everything as it aimed straight for Luo Hongyi's face.

"Overestimating yourself."

Luo Hongyi sneered, standing her ground without moving an inch.

Facing the incoming spear light, she reached out her fair, slender right hand.

The sky-filling Devilish Qi compressed in her palm in an instant, turning into a substantial pitch-black devilish palm that grabbed straight for that sacred spear in a violent, head-on posture.

"Boom!"

The devilish palm collided with the spear tip, erupting into a deafening shockwave.

Jialou thought this one strike would be enough to heavily injure this arrogant deviless.

But to his horror, he found that the pitch-black devilish palm was like an immovable Immemorial Divine Mountain, firmly clamping the spear tip. The Light Law attached to the spear emitted a "hissing" sound the moment it touched that domineering Devilish Qi, being rapidly corroded and disintegrated.

"Your power is too weak!"

The red light in Luo Hongyi's eyes flared as her five fingers suddenly exerted force.

A tooth-aching crack rang out. That God Race spear, Jialou's pride and joy, actually had several spiderweb-like cracks squeezed into it by her Saint King Peak Physical Body strength.

A massive counter-force poured back through the spear shaft, splitting the skin between Jialou's thumbs and forefingers and sending blood splattering. He groaned, his hands loosening as he retreated in a wretched state.

A total suppression across Realms!

The entire field fell silent as everyone's eyes widened.

Before Jialou could stabilize himself, a voice colder than the northern snow fell lightly into his ears.

"Your opponent is more than just her."

Nangong Waner had appeared behind Jialou like a ghost at some unknown point.

She didn't even draw the longsword on her back. She pressed her fingers together like a sword, and a brilliant Sword Qi several feet long condensed at her fingertips.

The Supreme Sword Heart contained within that Sword Qi carried a sharpness that could cut through all the falsehoods of the world as it slashed down fiercely toward Jialou's four dazzling light wings.

"Squelch!"

There was no resistance at all.

The Sword Qi tore through Jialou's proud protective divine light like a knife through tofu.

Accompanied by a shrill scream, hot blood mixed with pure white feathers danced in mid-air. Jialou's light wings were sliced off at the root by Nangong Waner, and intense pain instantly submerged all his reason.

"Ah! My wings! You two madwomen!"

Jialou clutched his bleeding back and roared frantically, his Great Saint Realm pressure becoming a chaotic mess. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that he, the grand first God General of the God Race, would be one-sidedly toyed with like a sandbag by two Human Race women with lower Realms than his own.

"Can't take it already? Husband hasn't taught us how to cut out a tongue yet."

Luo Hongyi had already flashed in front of Jialou.

She raised a long, straight leg, and a powerful whip kick wrapped in violent Devilish Flames slammed heavily into Jialou's chest.

"Bang!"

The silver divine armor shattered, and the dull sound of breaking ribs was hair-raising. Jialou was sent flying like a cannonball, plowing a trench several hundred feet long into the hard ground of the market before crashing heavily into a pile of ruins, kicking up clouds of dust.

Luo Hongyi and Nangong Waner had no intention of stopping. One red and one white figure were like maggots on a bone, charging directly into the ruins.

"Boom! Boom! Bang!"

Muffled sounds of physical impact and Jialou's desperate wails constantly drifted out from the ruins.

Luo Hongyi's devilish punches specifically targeted Jialou's face and mouth, each punch carrying the tooth-aching sound of bone cracking.

Nangong Waner's Sword Qi precisely severed the Meridians in his limbs. The two cooperated seamlessly; every attack perfectly avoided his vitals while making him endure the pain of a thousand cuts.

The Cultivators of all races in the market were now as silent as cicadas in winter.

They watched the previously overbearing God General now rolling on the ground like a dead dog begging for mercy, their hearts filled only with deep fear.

"Are those... the two wives of Young Master Xu?"

"My god, fighting above their Realm to suppress a Great Saint, and beating the opponent so badly he has no room to fight back... just how terrifying is the Xu Family's foundation?"

Suppressed sounds of gulping came from the crowd; no one dared to show even a hint of contempt for the Human Race anymore.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The screams in the ruins completely subsided.

Luo Hongyi clapped her fair palms, looking with some disgust at the pile of shredded meat on the ground whose features could no longer be identified.

Jialou's Dao Heart had already been completely shattered in this brutal beating, and even his Divine Soul had vanished into thin air under Nangong Waner's final strand of Sword Qi.

"Boring, I thought a general of the God Race could take a few more hits, but he's already stopped breathing." Luo Hongyi curled her lip.

"Let's go, Husband is still waiting for us." The Sword Intent around Nangong Waner's body gradually withdrew, and she returned to her cold, aloof manner.

On the high meteorite.

Xu Chen watched the two women resolve the trouble cleanly and efficiently, smiling with satisfaction. He casually tossed the empty wine pot into the Void Realm, stood up, and waved toward the bottom.

Luo Hongyi and Nangong Waner looked up, and upon seeing Xu Chen's figure, the sharp Killing Intent in their eyes vanished without a trace, turning into a pool of tender affection.

The two women turned into streaks of light and landed by Xu Chen's side in the blink of an eye.

"Husband, how did we perform?" Luo Hongyi naturally took Xu Chen's arm, pressing her amazing curves against him as she tilted up her snow-white chin like she was claiming credit.

Although Nangong Waner didn't say anything, her clear eyes similarly flickered with a light of expectation.

"You performed very well, you didn't lose face for my Xu Family."

Xu Chen laughed loudly, opening his arms and pulling both women into his embrace at the same time.

Disregarding the countless eyes secretly peering in awe, he lowered his head and planted a deep kiss on both Luo Hongyi's and Nangong Waner's red lips.

"Let's go home. I'll credit you both with a merit today. When we get back to the camp, I will personally give you your rewards."

Holding the two women, Xu Chen swaggered into the Void Realm under the silent gaze of the entire field, soaring toward the Xu Family base camp.