90: Chapter 90 The Immortal King Displays His Power, Terrifying Both Beauties; He Openly Manipulates and Teases Them.

"Ah!"

Meanwhile, Perfected Lord Tian and Layabout Li, who were standing to the side, had their blood and Qi roiling from the sudden pressure of the Immortal King.

They retreated more than a dozen steps before barely managing to steady their footing.

The look in their eyes as they gazed at Ye Xiu no longer held the previous spite; only deep shock and terror remained!

Inside the great hall, there was a deathly silence.

Ye Xiu remained lazily leaning on the soft couch, his left arm embracing the shivering Western Region twins, while his right arm held the stunned Qiu Dieyi and Long Jiaonan.

He raised an eyebrow, looking at the livid Prince Zhenbei with a half-smile, his tone filled with extreme mockery:

"Your Highness, the dogs you raise don't seem very resistant to a beating."

"Clang!"

Even the deeply calculating Prince Zhenbei, Ling Yinfeng, who wielded power over the entire imperial court, completely lost the ability to control his expression at this moment.

The priceless Western Region luminous cup in his hand slipped from his violently trembling fingertips, crashing onto the hard gold bricks and shattering into pieces.

The crimson wine splashed onto his python robe like blood, but he was completely unaware.

His eyes stared fixedly at the center of the great hall.

That century-old bronze Formation screen, weighing tens of thousands of pounds and capable of withstanding a full-force blow from a Divine Bridge Realm expert, had now turned into a pile of metal debris!

And amidst that pile of ruins lay the Poor Scholar, the great Confucian scholar who once shook the world and boasted of calculating all heavenly secrets.

He was sprawled in a pool of blood like a dead dog with its tendons pulled out.

His whole body was convulsing, black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs constantly gushing from his mouth; he no longer even had the strength to scream, breathing only out and not in.

On either side of the Poor Scholar were Perfected Lord Tian of the Southern Frontier's Three Wonders Fortress and the Sovereign of Chuyun, Layabout Li.

These two terrifying, supreme old monsters were currently leaning against the wall.

Their faces were as pale as paper, and their bodies were shaking as if they had been standing in a cold wind for a day and a night.

The bone staff and dark gold longsword in their hands were vibrating violently, but not because of Battle Intent.

It was because of... fear! Fear from the deepest depths of their Souls!

"Divine... phenomenon... Dao suppression..."

Perfected Lord Tian's face, which resembled old tree bark, was twisted violently.

She looked at the young man in white on the soft couch who hadn't even drawn his sword, her voice so hoarse it sounded as if her vocal cords had been torn:

"You... you actually broke the shackles of the Heavenly Dao... what kind of monster are you?!"

Inside the great hall, there was a deathly silence.

All the death warriors of the manor hidden in the shadows were frozen in place, their breathing even coming to a halt.

Under this terrifying pressure of the "Immortal King Descending Upon Nine Heavens," which was enough to look down upon the heavens and view all living beings as ants, who dared to move?

Whoever moved, died!

However, in this tense situation where the air seemed to be solidifying, a situation meant for a lethal strike.

Ye Xiu, the source of all this fear, made a move that nearly caused everyone's eyeballs to pop out.

Not only did he not press his advantage, he didn't even glance at those three old monsters.

He leaned back extremely lazily.

His left hand domineeringly wrapped around the slender waist of Yilan, the elder of the Hu Girl twin sisters from the Western Region, while his right hand smoothly pinched the smooth, fair chin of the younger sister, Manto.

"Your Highness, why is your hand shaking?"

Ye Xiu's lips curled into an evil, wild, and arrogant arc, and his heterochromatic gold and silver eyes were filled with undisguised mockery:

"Could it be that you feel this wine isn't strong enough, or do you feel... that these old dogs you raise in your manor aren't barking loudly enough?"

"You!"

Prince Zhenbei was so angry that his blood and Qi roiled, a metallic, fishy sweetness rising in his throat, but he forcibly swallowed the blood back down.

He stared fixedly at Ye Xiu, wanting to find a flaw in Ye Xiu's face that would betray a forced calm.

But there was none!

There was nothing!

Only absolute disdain, and the extreme arrogance of trampling his entire Prince of Zhenbeis Manor underfoot!

"Gulp."

Ye Xiu lowered his head, not avoiding the horrified gazes within the great hall in the slightest.

He leaned directly in front of the younger sister Manto's alluring Western Region face and opened his mouth.

He extremely frivolously bit into a peeled, iced grape offered from the corner of the beauty's red lips.

Not only that, the moment he ate the grape, Ye Xiu even brazenly took a deep suck on those luscious, red lips.

"Ying..."

Manto was originally a Western Region enchantress who cultivated the 'Joyous Harmony Technique,' and she possessed extreme seductive bones in her very nature.

Now, struck by Ye Xiu's domineering and unparalleled Pure Yang True Dragon Qi, combined with this highly aggressive action.

She felt her legs go weak, her bones turning to jelly, and let out a Soul-captivating, delicate gasp.

"Her figure is indeed not bad; no wonder Your Highness has always been reluctant to enjoy it."

Ye Xiu laughed out loud, and his free hand, right in front of Prince Zhenbei and the three old Divine Bridge Realm monsters.

Directly lifted the already pitifully scant ice-blue thin veil on the elder sister Yilan!

"Clatter..."

Accompanied by the crisp sound of gold chains colliding, that layer of veil, thin as a cicada's wing, was roughly torn halfway down by Ye Xiu...

"Ah! Sect Master..."

Yilan cried out in alarm, instinctively wanting to cover herself.

But before Ye Xiu's terrifying strength and hot, large hand, her struggle seemed so powerless.

How was this coming to attend a banquet? This was clearly coming to the Prince of Zhenbeis Manor to smash the place up.

"Ye Xiu! You go too far!"

As a former sovereign of a nation, how could Layabout Li endure such a humiliating insult?

He roared, forcibly biting his tongue tip, attempting to use his essence blood to urge his Sword Intent, wanting to launch a sudden attack while Ye Xiu was "blinded by lust."

"Noisy."

Ye Xiu didn't even turn his head, still looking down and playing with Yilan's slender, water-snake waist that could be gripped in one hand.

He just spat out two words from his throat extremely casually.

"Boom!"

The next second, a strand of purple-gold Sword Qi, as if made of substance, shot out from Ye Xiu's body.

It transformed into a violent True Dragon, striking Layabout Li's chest fiercely with a speed that transcended the Law of time!

"Bang!"

"Crack, crack!"

Layabout Li hadn't even managed to swing his sword before his entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

His ribs in his chest were broken, he didn't know how many, and he crashed heavily through the wall of Cangfeng Pavilion, flying into the rockery in the courtyard, his life or death unknown!

"This..."

Perfected Lord Tian, who had just wanted to follow suit and attack, was so scared she nearly bit her own tongue off.

She gripped her bone staff tightly, retreating to the very edge of the great hall, no longer daring to make even the slightest move.

In the snap of a finger, without even looking, he had heavily injured a Divine Bridge Realm Sword Cultivator!

Such god-like martial power completely shattered the last shred of luck in Prince Zhenbei's heart.

"Your Highness, it's quiet now, we can have a good chat."

Ye Xiu leaned his back extremely comfortably against the soft bodies of Qiu Dieyi and Long Jiaonan, letting the two women willingly knead his shoulders.

Those heterochromatic gold and silver eyes finally locked coldly onto the sweat-drenched Prince Zhenbei on the main seat.

"Ling Yinfeng, do you really think that by sending people to Tianyin Pass to ambush the State Preceptor, and setting up a Hongmen Banquet for me..."

"These underhanded, gutter tactics can be hidden from the whole world?"

Ye Xiu's voice was not loud, but every word pierced the heart.

"Do you think that as long as you toss a few bones and send two women."

"You can recruit me, Ye Xiu, like a dog into your service to conquer the world for you?"

As Ye Xiu spoke, he grabbed Yilan and Manto by the back of their necks extremely roughly.

Forcing the stunning Hu Girl twin sisters to turn around and face Prince Zhenbei.

"You! Ye Xiu, you... what exactly do you want?"

Prince Zhenbei no longer had the demeanor of an ambitious hero from before.

He watched as the lethal trap he had meticulously prepared was instantly shattered, and watched as his trump cards, which he was so proud of, were trampled underfoot by Ye Xiu like trash.

He watched as the stunning cauldrons he had sent out were wantonly played with by Ye Xiu right in front of him!

Anger, humiliation, and fear—three emotions intertwined in his heart, making this Prince who held power over the imperial court almost go insane.

"What do I want?"

"I came today just to give you a wake-up call."

Ye Xiu walked step by step toward the main seat, looking down from a high position at Prince Zhenbei sitting on the Dragon-Tiger chair.

"Don't use those conspiracy tricks you use on stray cats and dogs to test me."