Chapter 48 We almost kissed! Can you afford to pay for it?

The purple ripples were like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, silently harvesting the Mental Energy and willpower of the Wang family's death squads.

In just one minute, dozens of Organ Refining Realm experts fell, lying on the ground twitching like a school of fish out of water.

"Mental attack?! Mass instant kill?!"

The Wang family Elders below changed color, each one acting as if facing a formidable enemy.

"This kid's Mental Energy is actually this strong? This is definitely not a method a Bone Forging Realm cultivator could possess! He has a precious treasure on him!"

Wang Xiaotian watched this scene, the Killing Intent in his eyes intensifying, but at the same time, a sliver of undisguised greed appeared.

"What a treasure! A mental artifact of this level is simply being wasted in the hands of a piece of trash who only knows how to sleep!"

Wang Xiaotian slammed his dragon-headed cane down violently. Boom! The concrete ground instantly shattered, sending rubble flying.

Using the force of that terrifying recoil, he defied the laws of physics, soaring into the sky like a goshawk.

With True Qi forming wings, he glided through the air, needing no leverage, and lunged directly toward the top of the hundred-meter-tall chimney.

The hallmark of a Peak Grandmaster—brief flight!

"Junior! This is the gap between a Grandmaster and a Mortal! In the face of absolute power, your Demonic Technique is meaningless!"

While in mid-air, Wang Xiaotian struck out with his withered palm. The Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth seemed to be drained by this strike, converging into a massive cloud-Qi palm at least ten meters wide. Carrying the pressure to destroy heaven and earth, it smashed viciously toward Jiang Chen at the top of the chimney.

"Cloud-Parting Palm—Mountain Breaker!"

If this palm struck true, let alone a person, even this reinforced concrete chimney would be reduced to powder.

"Oh no!" In the distance, Su Qingyue covered her mouth, her eyes filled with despair. Is this the strength of a Peak Grandmaster? It's simply like a natural disaster!

However, facing this fatal blow, Jiang Chen, atop the chimney, was currently in an extremely subtle state.

In his dream, the bone palace had vanished, replaced by a soft cloud-bed filled with pink bubbles.

Empress Ye Liuli was no longer in her aloof, high-and-mighty demeanor. She had changed into a light, sheer gown, reclining on the clouds, and beckoned to Jiang Chen with her finger.

"Didn't you say you wanted interest? Come here..."

Jiang Chen was so excited his heart was about to jump out of his chest. Is this some kind of reward level after special training? He crawled over, using both hands and feet.

He was only one meter away from the Empress's flawless legs... half a meter... ten centimeters...

He could even smell the intoxicating fragrance on the Empress. "As long as I rest my head on it... as long as I rest my head on it..."

Jiang Chen closed his eyes, pursed his lips, and inched his head forward. He was only 0.01 centimeters away from that dream-sought absolute Domain!

Just then, rumble—!!! A violent hurricane mixed with terrifying Killing Intent brutally tore through the pink sky of the dream. That was Wang Xiaotian's palm wind.

The dream shattered. The Empress's legs vanished, and the pink bubbles burst.

"I had my pants... ahem, I had my pose all ready, and you woke me up?!"

In reality, Jiang Chen sat up abruptly, ripped the noise-canceling headphones off his head, and smashed them onto the ground.

He was still clutching the starry-blue pillow tightly in his arms, but in his eyes, there was no longer any laziness, only endless, sky-burning rage!

That was the extreme Waking Up Anger that anyone who is forcibly woken from a beautiful dream would sympathize with!

"You old thing!!! You are really noisy!!!" Jiang Chen roared.

【Ding! Detected that a beautiful dream was interrupted (Resentment Rank: SSS Rank).】

【Waking Up Anger charging: 100% (Off the charts).】

【Activating "Empress's Divine Thought".】

【host, please prepare yourself; the Empress's wrath... has descended!】

Hum—! The originally clear sky suddenly darkened. It wasn't black clouds blocking the sun, but a pure, suffocating darkness. It was as if the entire world had been pulled into a massive black hole.

All sounds vanished. The wind, heartbeats, screams... all were swallowed. An absolute silence Domain!

In the center of that darkness, right behind Jiang Chen, a phantom figure a hundred zhang tall slowly emerged.

It was an peerless woman wearing purple-gold imperial robes, a crown, and wings on her back. She did not open her eyes, but simply reclined in the Void Realm, as if the entire world were her bed.

But even as a phantom, the pressure it emitted caused every creature within a ten-mile radius—whether human or Demonic Beast hiding in the shadows—to involuntarily kneel on the ground!

"What... what is this?!" In the monitoring room, the thermos cup in Chief Instructor Shen Yan's hand shattered with a "crack."

He widened his eyes, staring at the phantom on the screen, his voice trembling: "This will... surpasses a War God? What kind of god is standing behind this kid?!"

Meanwhile, Wang Xiaotian, who was in mid-air, felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet straight to his crown.

His proud "Cloud-Parting Palm," in front of this phantom, was like a child's soap bubble; it dissolved silently before it could even touch Jiang Chen.

Immediately after, that terrifying pressure locked onto him. Wang Xiaotian discovered in terror that the True Qi within his body had stopped flowing! He was like a fly trapped in amber, suspended in mid-air, unable to move.

"No! This is impossible! Who are you?! I am a Grandmaster! I am the Wang family Old Ancestor!!!" Wang Xiaotian let out a desperate roar.

At the top of the chimney, Jiang Chen's eyes had turned a pure purple; that was the sign of the Empress's power possessing him.

He slowly raised a hand and made a "swatting a fly" gesture. The corners of his mouth curled into an indifferent arc, identical to the Empress's, viewing all things as mere blades of grass.

"Who I am is not important. What is important is... you disturbed my—oh no, you disturbed my wet dream!"

"Can you afford the price?! Kneel!" These two words were like divine punishment.

Boom! The massive Empress phantom in the sky also followed Jiang Chen's movement, gently flicking her sleeve.

"No!!!" Wang Xiaotian let out the final scream of his life.

That gentle flick of the sleeve, seemingly soft, actually contained a mental pressure capable of shattering the Void Realm.

Bang! Wang Xiaotian was forced down from mid-air. Moving ten times faster than when he had flown up, he smashed heavily into the concrete ground of the abandoned factory.

Rumble—! The earth shook violently, and dust flew. With the impact point as the center, the ground within a hundred-meter radius collapsed, forming a massive deep pit.

At the bottom of the pit, the once arrogant Peak Grandmaster Wang Xiaotian was now embedded in the soil in a spread-eagled shape. His bones were shattered, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he had completely turned into a pile of mush.

One strike! Just a single strike! The entire scene was deathly silent.

Su Manyu sat in her sports car, her long, beautiful legs crossing involuntarily. She watched the figure atop the chimney, who looked like a god or demon, and her beautiful eyes shimmered with unprecedented infatuation and fanaticism: "This is... too strong. Is this the little man I have my eye on?"

On the chimney, with the fall of Wang Xiaotian, the terrifying Empress phantom slowly dissipated. Just before it vanished, the phantom seemed to turn its head slightly, looking deeply at Jiang Chen, with the corners of its mouth curling up almost imperceptibly.

The purple light in Jiang Chen's eyes faded. A feeling of extreme dizziness followed.

"Damn... that kickback is a bit strong." Jiang Chen's body swayed; he felt as if his brain had been hollowed out.

But he was a money-grubber. Before completely passing out, he clung to his last shred of clarity, leaped down from the hundred-meter height, used the instinctual force-dissipation of his "Sleepwalking Steps," and landed on the edge of the pit.

He staggered over to Wang Xiaotian's corpse, bent down, and skillfully stripped the Storage Ring from Wang Xiaotian's hand, stuffing it into his own embrace.

"Mental distress compensation... received." Having done all this, he couldn't hold on any longer. Thump.

Jiang Chen collapsed directly beside Wang Xiaotian's corpse (after all, no one dared to approach), hugged his pillow, and within three seconds, was snoring. This time, he was truly asleep.

Not far from him, Su Manyu and Mu Qingxue rushed over almost simultaneously. The two exchanged a glance; besides the smell of gunpowder, there seemed to be another scent in the air—the gunpowder of a "Shuraba."

"Let him go; he is my student," Mu Qingxue said coldly, cold energy condensing in her hands.

"Oh my, he is my major shareholder," Su Manyu giggled, blocking the way. "Besides, look at that move he just made; doesn't it look like he was throwing a tantrum at me? Better let me take care of him."

In his slumber, Jiang Chen turned over and smacked his lips: "Don't be noisy... wait in line... one by one..."