401: Chapter 401 A Dead End! The Humiliation of Sneaking into the Military Tent in the Dead of Night

The night was deep, and the red moon above the Myriad Realms Battlefield was obscured by thick Evil Qi, letting not a single ray of light through.

Inside the Xu Family base, lights blazed as squads of heavily armed Pojun Imperial Guards patrolled between the tents. On the outskirts of the camp, the extreme dao clan-protecting killing formation, personally supervised by the Grand Elder, emitted heart-palpitating fluctuations of spiritual power.

The central command tent, located in the deepest part of the camp, was unusually quiet at this moment.

Inside the tent, several ever-burning lamps made of merman fat cast a soft glow. Xu Chen, dressed in a loose moon-white robe, leaned lazily against a soft couch covered in snow-fox fur. He toyed with a white jade wine cup in his hand, his gaze appearing somewhat profound.

Earlier, the fluctuations of the extreme dao imperial weapon coming from the War God Canyon naturally could not escape the perception of someone in the Late Stage of the Great Saint Realm like him.

Not only that, the portion of the Demon Venerable's Origin he had forcibly plundered within his body also showed signs of violent dissipation a few hours ago.

Xu Chen took a sip of spiritual wine, calculating the situation in his mind.

He didn't even need to guess to know the general intentions of those old fellows from the God and Underworld races.

It was nothing more than seeing the Demon Race's weakness and wanting to take the opportunity to clean house, while also devouring the Demon Race's foundation to make up for the losses of the major defeat on the front lines during the day. That woman Ye Jiayin's Origin was severely damaged; facing the encirclement of extreme dao imperial weapons, she was likely in dire straits.

"What a pity for that top-tier mother and daughter. If they were to die in the canyon just like that, it would take away some of the fun," Xu Chen lamented inwardly.

Just as he was about to set down his wine cup and rest, an extremely faint disturbance came from the edge of the killing formation on the outskirts of the camp.

It was a wave of ancient Devilish Qi that was desperately hidden but still carried a hint of familiarity.

Xu Chen's hand holding the wine cup paused slightly.

"Oh? This girl's life is quite resilient. Not only did she survive under the blockade of two extreme dao imperial weapons, but she actually found her way here to me?"

A playful glint flashed in Xu Chen's eyes.

Since the prey had delivered herself to his doorstep, he was naturally happy to go along with it. With a light tap of his fingertip on the Void Realm, a Law of Space rippled out silently, opening a gap in the hidden killing formation outside the tent just wide enough for one person to pass through.

Having done all this, Xu Chen quickly adjusted his posture, assuming a lazy stance on the soft couch as if everything were under his control, and waited quietly.

As the tent curtain was lifted slightly by a breeze, a slender black shadow enveloped in the night stumbled in like a lost wild goose.

The person who arrived was none other than Ye Wushuang.

This once-lofty Young Clan Chief of the Demon Race was now in an extremely wretched state.

The black demon armor that originally fit her figure perfectly was now covered in dense cracks and dust.

Her smooth purple hair hung messily over her shoulders, with dried blood clots even clinging to the strands. That cold and beautiful face was completely bloodless, as pale as midwinter frost and snow.

Ye Wushuang stood at the edge of the command tent, her chest heaving violently, as if every breath required all the strength in her body.

She looked at Xu Chen, who was reclining leisurely on the soft couch; her legs felt as heavy as lead, and she couldn't take another step.

In front of this man, she had once arrogantly drawn her demon blade, and had also been held over his knees and mercilessly spanked. Those were the most shameful memories of her life, the ones she wanted to erase the most.

For her mother's sake, she forced herself to swallow those humiliations, crossing the blockade of the God and Underworld races alone and sneaking in here like a thief.

"I opened the door on purpose; otherwise, you wouldn't even have been able to touch the edge of this tent."

Xu Chen was the first to break the silence.

His voice was calm, without a hint of surprise, as if he were just greeting an old friend he had an appointment with.

In fact, this was purely a psychological tactic on Xu Chen's part. To deal with a woman like Ye Wushuang, who was proud to her very core, he had to use this kind of "everything about you is within my calculations" pressure from the very first second to completely destroy her remaining defenses.

"This Young Master thought you would hold out for another two or three days. It seems that woman Ye Jiayin's situation is even worse than I expected."

At the mention of her mother's name, Ye Wushuang's shoulders trembled violently.

She bit her lower lip hard, with such force that her sharp teeth pierced the delicate skin. A trace of crimson blood trickled down from the corner of her mouth, looking startling against her pale cheeks.

"Save her..."

Ye Wushuang's voice was terribly hoarse, filled with deep pleading and a tremor.

"Why should I save her?" Xu Chen propped his chin on one hand, his gaze scanning this caged prey from head to toe.

"The Demon Race is now at the end of its rope, being hunted by the God and Underworld races. For me to save her would be like inviting trouble for no reason. No matter how I look at it, this deal isn't worth it."

Ye Wushuang's eyes were red, tears welling up, but she forced herself not to let them fall.

She knew Xu Chen was telling the truth. In this Myriad Realms Battlefield where the strong prey on the weak, no one would make a losing deal. To snatch someone from the hands of the Grim Reaper, one must provide sufficient chips.

But now, besides this body, she had nothing left.

Ye Wushuang took a deep breath, as if draining all the oxygen from her lungs.

She slowly raised her trembling hands and placed them on the buckles of her black demon armor.

"Click."

A soft sound. The buckles on the shoulders of the demon armor were undone, and the heavy spaulders slid to the ground with a dull thud.

Xu Chen did not speak, only watching quietly.

Ye Wushuang closed her eyes, and two lines of clear tears finally slid down uncontrollably. She continued her movements, unfastening the breastplate, bracers, belt...

Every piece of metal armor hitting the tent's carpet felt like it was hitting her dignity, smashing her pride as the Young Clan Chief of the Demon Race into pieces bit by bit.

When the last greave hit the floor.

Only a thin black undergarment remained on Ye Wushuang's body.

The fabric clung tightly to her skin, perfectly outlining her tall, hot, and explosive figure. The icy skin and jade bones cultivated through years of practicing Demonic Path Cultivation Techniques gleamed with an alluring luster under the light of the ever-burning lamps.

She opened her eyes and, through misty, tearful eyes, looked at the man on the soft couch who held the life and death of the Demon Race in his hands.

Her knees buckled.

This cold and stern elder sister type, who would rather break than bend, knelt heavily before Xu Chen.

The sound of her knees hitting the ground was exceptionally clear in the quiet command tent.

"As long as you can save my mother... save the Demon Race..."

Ye Wushuang looked up, letting the blood at the corner of her mouth and the tears at the corner of her eyes mingle. She gave up all resistance, her voice carrying complete submission.

"I, Ye Wushuang... am at your disposal. To be your slave or servant, I will have no complaints."

Xu Chen looked at the woman kneeling a few steps away.

In those deep purple eyes, there was no longer the killing intent to skin him alive that he saw when they first met; only abyss-like despair and pleading remained.

Xu Chen stood up, walked barefoot off the couch, and stepped toward Ye Wushuang.

His figure blocked the light in the tent, casting a heavy shadow over Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang instinctively shrank back for a moment, but soon forced herself to straighten her back and slightly closed her eyes, as if waiting for the final judgment of fate.

Xu Chen slowly crouched down.

He reached out with his long, strong fingers and pinched Ye Wushuang's delicate chin, forcing her to open her eyes again and meet his gaze.

His rough thumb brushed against her soft lips, wiping away that striking bloodstain.

"To be a slave or servant? You certainly know how to lower your own value."

Xu Chen's tone carried an unquestionable dominance. Wisps of his thick aura from the Late Stage of the Great Saint Realm leaked out, completely enveloping Ye Wushuang.

"In Xu Chen's tent, there is no shortage of servants to serve tea and water."

He leaned down slightly, their breaths almost mingling.

"Since you've stripped off that shell and knelt here yourself, then remember this clearly. From now on, your life, your person, along with every inch of your bone and blood..."

Xu Chen's eyes were as deep as an abyss, as if they wanted to suck in Ye Wushuang's Soul.

"Are all my private property."