192: Chapter 192 Do you submit? No, I don't submit!

"You're courting death!"

Lin Potian roared, lightning erupting from his body as his already burly frame grew three inches taller.

"Thunder Dragon Heaven Breaker!"

He held a Purple Spear that was a top-grade Spirit Treasure.

Carrying the momentum of ten thousand bolts of thunder, it tore through the Void Realm and aimed straight for Cao Kun's throat.

The power of a Half-step Body Integration Stage was unleashed without reservation.

He wanted to crush Cao Kun in one move, utterly trample this madman's dignity, and establish prestige for the Great Yan prodigies!

Before the tip of the spear even arrived, the fierce wind was already making Cao Kun's Black and White Daoist Robe flutter loudly.

On the high platform.

Pei Qinglan subconsciously gripped the teacup in her hand.

Although she knew Cao Kun's combat strength was extraordinary, this was a full-strength strike from a Half-step Body Integration Stage after all; he didn't even take out a Magic Treasure?

Seeing the spear tip only an inch away from Cao Kun's throat.

Cao Kun finally moved.

He raised his right hand, pressed his index and middle fingers together, and flicked.

"Clang!"

Lin Potian felt a massive force surge back along the spear's shaft.

The web of his thumb instantly split open, and his arm went numb, completely losing all sensation.

The spear was flicked directly off its trajectory.

With immense inertia, it plunged diagonally into the ground beside Cao Kun.

Lin Potian lost his balance, his defenses wide open.

How is that possible! Flicking away a top-grade Spirit Treasure with just Physical Body strength?

"Don't be nervous," Cao Kun's cold voice rang in his ear, "feeling dizzy is normal!"

Immediately after, he kicked out, striking Lin Potian square in the chest.

"Bang!"

Lin Potian spat out a mouthful of blood.

He flew backward at twice the speed he had come.

He slammed heavily against the Formation's light screen and slid down.

One move.

The number one Prodigy of Great Yan, defeated.

Just as Lin Potian was kicked away.

Another youth in black at the Half-step Body Integration Stage and Sword Cultivator Murong Xue attacked Cao Kun from both sides.

The black-clothed youth held a Blood-colored Saber.

Half-step Body Integration Stage spiritual energy was poured into it, and the saber light surged to dozens of feet, hacking down from above.

Sword Cultivator Murong Xue's figure was light and graceful.

The long sword in her hand transformed into thousands of icy sword shadows, sealing off all of Cao Kun's paths of retreat.

The two cooperated tacitly, their timing perfect.

Cao Kun turned slightly.

The dozens-of-feet-long Blood-colored Saber light sliced past the tip of his nose and struck the ground, carving a deep trench.

He raised his right foot and stepped precisely on the back of the saber.

"Boom!"

One stomp.

The saber let out an overwhelmed wail, its blade covered in cracks.

Terrifying Physical Body strength mixed with Chaos Qi radiated outward from Cao Kun in a circular wave.

The black-clothed youth didn't even have time to let go of the saber before being blown away by the airwave.

The other ten prodigies who had just surrounded him were also sent flying by the energy aftermath.

They crashed against the edge of the Formation one after another, falling to the ground and groaning incessantly.

In the blink of an eye.

Out of the thirteen people, only Sword Cultivator Murong Xue remained.

"Only you, the tsundere little Fairy, are left."

Cao Kun reached out with a wicked grin and grabbed her arm that was holding the sword.

Sword Cultivator Murong Xue felt the world spin.

Before she could figure out what was happening.

She was already face down, pressed against his thigh.

"Ah! Bastard! What are you doing!"

Sword Cultivator Murong Xue completely lost her cool, her image as an Icy Fairy vanishing instantly.

She struggled desperately, her jade-like feet in white silk boots kicking wildly in the air.

"Let me go! You bastard! I'll kill you!"

"Smack!"

A crisp and loud slap landed mercilessly on her perky, soft buttocks.

"Ah!"

Sword Cultivator Murong Xue let out a scream.

Her cheeks instantly turned so red they looked like they might bleed.

She had never been in such close contact with the opposite sex.

Let alone...

In the distance, the dozen or so male prodigies lying on the ground spitting blood saw this scene; their eyes nearly split with rage, and their hearts shattered.

"You beast! Let go of Fairy Murong!"

"Cao Kun, you animal!"

Cao Kun ignored the wails of those losers and gave her another smack.

On the observation deck.

Empress Yue Chan looked at the ridiculous scene below; she didn't think Cao Kun was crossing the line, but rather felt this was exactly what she needed.

Pei Qinglan covered her red lips, desperately trying to stifle her laughter.

This guy really doesn't take the slightest loss; his desire for revenge is way too strong!

"Cao Kun! You pervert!" Sword Cultivator Murong Xue was filled with shame and indignation, tears welling in her eyes.

"Even my grandfather has never hit me like this! I'm not done with you!"

She struggled even harder.

"Still talking tough?"

She took three more solid smacks.

"Do you yield?"

"Wuwuwu... I don't yield, I don't yield, I won't! You're just a bully! Even if you beat me to death, I won't yield!"

She was as stubborn as a little donkey.

"Oh? Quite the tough mouth. I specialize in curing all kinds of defiance!"

"I yield! I yield! Stop hitting me, wuwuwu... Once we enter the Divine Ruins, we'll all listen to you!"

Sword Cultivator Murong Xue lay on his thigh, tears still falling.

After the burning pain slowly faded.

It was replaced by an unprecedented and strange tingling numbness.

That was the Chaos Qi emanating from Cao Kun's palm.

This aura surged directly into her limbs and bones, traveling through her Meridians.

It caused her originally tense body to soften.

She even felt like letting out a soft moan.

How could it... be so comfortable?

Her mind was in a mess.

So shameful! This physical instinctual enjoyment clashed violently with her twenty-plus years of pride.

It made her even more ashamed.

But the feeling in her Meridians grew stronger and stronger.

She even... wanted to be slapped a few more times.

Cao Kun was originally having a good time hitting her.

But he suddenly felt that something was wrong with this little girl under his hand.

The tsundere little Fairy who had been struggling desperately and kicking her legs just now—why had she suddenly stopped resisting?

Am I some kind of magnet?

Cao Kun was muttering to himself.

Give me someone normal!

One Meng Yudie was already enough to give him a headache.

He reluctantly withdrew his hand.

He grabbed Sword Cultivator Murong Xue by the back of her collar, lifted her up, and set her aside.

As soon as Sword Cultivator Murong Xue's feet touched the ground, she immediately clutched her backside and jumped far away.

Her face was flushed, and she glared at Cao Kun with teary eyes.

"You lecher! How dare you hit this Princess? Just you wait!"

She threw out a threat that lacked any intimidation.

She turned and ran, her steps stumbling and her back looking frantic.

Cao Kun looked at her fleeing, charming back and rubbed his chin.

In front of the groaning Great Yan prodigies on the ground, he heartlessly smacked his lips.

"I must say, the elasticity is really quite good."

As soon as these words came out.

Not far away, several prodigies who were already seriously injured and had secret crushes on Sword Cultivator Murong Xue.

Hearing this shameless commentary, they felt a surge of blood and Qi in their chests.

"Pfft!"

Several of them spat out blood simultaneously.

Their eyes rolled back, and they fainted from sheer anger.

Lin Potian struggled to support himself with his spear and climbed up from the ground.

Clutching his collapsed chest, he looked at Cao Kun's casual manner, and a deep sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

The entire battle process kept replaying in his mind.

It was too terrifying.

From beginning to end, Cao Kun hadn't even used a shred of spiritual energy!

Whether it was flicking away his full-strength strike as a Half-step Body Integration Stage or kicking him away.

Or even that final kick that pushed back over a dozen Void Refinement Stage prodigies.

It was all done using pure Physical Body strength to crush them!

The thirteen of them, the top prodigies of Great Yan, had joined forces to attack.

Combined, they hadn't even managed to force out his full strength!

A Mid-stage Deity Transformation cultivation, yet possessing a terrifying Physical Body that crushed Half-step Body Integration?

Could it be that this person isn't human at all, but some kind of ancient Yao Beast in human form?

The more Lin Potian thought about it, the more alarmed he became, cold sweat sliding down his forehead.

The other prodigies on the scene who were still conscious also began to realize this fact.

Their faces turned ashen, the arrogance in their eyes completely crushed, and they lost all thoughts of resistance.

The talent and strength they were so proud of.

In front of this man, it was a complete joke.

Empress Yue Chan