Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao-Chapter 650 - 083: Treating You to a Feast

Tianjun Main Peak, beyond the Void.

Fairy Feng Xi’s gaze was fixedly staring at Hou Chen, constantly glancing down toward his groin—as if, aside from there being a bit too tender, Hou Chen really was her ideal Daoist couple.

"It’s a pity I don’t like them young... I prefer someone with a bit more flavor like Zhou Yan. Moreover, Hou Chen said his Master’s was as thick as an arm, which would definitely make me yearn for both life and death—Although I’ve never experienced the wonder of a man, it must be blissfully indescribable... otherwise, why would those women be so cheap and slutty, craving for men to do them?"

Feng Xi felt the pink valley between her two delicate hills begin to moisten. She was of the White Tiger nature, with not a single hair on her body, so anytime there was moisture there, it would become slightly muddy and overflowing.

Because of this, she felt an urge to scratch it a few times, even fantasizing that the person scratching her valley was Zhou Yan...

"Fairy Feng Xi, this little bastard is just putting on a strong front. Such methods won’t last long."

Next to Feng Xi, Shet’s eyes were practically shooting fire, but he forcefully suppressed it and spoke with a gloomy voice.

Feng Xi’s enchanting appearance at the moment made the spear between his legs hard as iron, his fighting spirit high. Yet he dared not show it, lest that crazy woman sense even a bit of it, for the consequences would be truly dire.

But seeing Feng Xi looking at Hou Chen with such eyes, jealousy surged in his heart like madness.

"Hm? What do you know? Short-sighted fool. Get lost! Don’t stand close to me, you make me sick!"

The heat in his heart suddenly vanished, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, his body feeling miserable as if it had fallen into an icy cave. Not only that, the sensuously fantastical image was suddenly shattered, leaving Feng Xi’s face burning hot and her heart feeling extremely uncomfortable, hence she was very angry.

In her rage, her tone naturally wasn’t pleasant!

At that moment, Shet’s face looked incredibly ugly, his eyes filled with a hint of venomous resentment as he angrily glanced at Hou Chen, then turned and walked away.

But he had not gone a few steps when he suddenly heard an exclamation, then he froze, a chill spreading through his body!

Because he saw Hou Chen’s body suddenly transformed, deriving the body of a Fierce Beast, taking on the True Dragon form, becoming the Emperor Dragon!

Was this the body of a Totem War Beast?

Shet’s complexion was extremely ugly, and he spat out such a phrase from his throat.

But no one answered him.

...

"Since I’m bound to lose, then I shall use my body to derive the Emperor Dragon, and with that strand of Emperor Blood, I’ll unleash divine power. Although I cannot merge with this strand, it’s still Emperor Blood, and wasting it would be shameful. Using it as my trump card to slap others in the face and establish authority for my Master is absolutely worth it."

Hou Chen was quite open-minded; although a strand of Emperor Blood was precious, it had always been impossible for him to refine and absorb it, so it was a waste.

As long as it could exert its due power, that was enough.

Moreover, this strand of Emperor Blood was just one of the traces derived from the blood after refining, not all of the drop of Emperor Blood.

So even if it was wasted, there was still enough of the drop of Emperor Blood left to slowly ponder.

At any other time, Hou Chen would never waste even a strand of Emperor Blood Qi, but at this moment, he had no reluctance at all.

He felt that all his own pursuits were nothing compared to a single word of recognition from others toward his Master! Moreover, with our thoughts and eyes upon him, if he could not do what he said, that would truly be losing face, and dishonoring his Master!

Based on these thoughts, Hou Chen derived the Emperor Qi Dragon Transformation skill, using his body to derive the combat form of the Emperor Dragon, and with this strand of unrefinable Bloodline as the foundation, he performed the Battle Intent enhancement.

The result was an astounding scenario that left Hou Chen dumbfounded; the strand of Emperor Blood that couldn’t be refined was suddenly absorbed by him, fully boosting his Combat Power.

"What’s going on?"

Before he could think further, Hou Chen felt himself suddenly leapfrogging the endless limits of Combat Power, his strength soaring wildly as if there were no limit.

It was as if, after this strand of Emperor Blood was added to the combatant’s body, the escalation of Combat Power had no bounds, climbing indefinitely! It might have even reached the terrifying degree of Combat Power breaking past thirteen!

This was absolutely unimaginable!

This ’Stubborn Stone’ Blood Qi, not having been refined, had exploded with all its might so simply!

Hou Chen was delighted, and with this surge in Combat Power, he suddenly threw a punch.

Xingyi Fist.

At that moment, the Xingyi Divine Essence erupted from within the Emperor Qi, and Hou Chen felt invincible in the world.

"Pfft—"

The powerful Pang Wanchuan had finally gathered all his Combat Power, feeling like he was about to boast with pride, but as he looked up, he saw an overwhelming punch bombarding down like it was blotting out the sky.

Unstoppable!

No resistance!

Pang Wanchuan’s body shuddered as he was hit in the abdomen by that punch!

"Ugh—"

...

"He vomited... he actually vomited..."

"This... this is unscientific, isn’t it? Pang Wanchuan is spewing shit? Am I not yet awake from the Heart Demon Illusion?"

"This isn’t real, it can’t be real! How could a Tribulation Realm True Man like Pang Wanchuan be beaten until he spits out shit..."

"Ah..."

In an instant, countless Cultivators were exclaiming, this scene nearly popping their eyeballs out.

Some extraordinary women, who had long harbored the perfect image of Pang Wanchuan as a dashing white prince, now had their gazes devoid of luster, losing the grand, elegant vision they once held of Pang Wanchuan; its facade completely shattered.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft—"

Pang Wanchuan had just gotten up when Hou Chen delivered several punches straight to his lower abdomen, causing him to spew filth from his mouth once again.

"I’ll fight you to the death!"

Pang Wanchuan screamed hysterically, erupting in a mad roar.

He burned his Life Essence Blood to unleash a Destructive Strike but was effortlessly slapped aside by Hou Chen as if it were merely a fart dissipating into the Void, leaving no trace behind.

"Gulp—"

Many cultivators felt a chill down their spines, their throats convulsing, swallowing mouthfuls of saliva.

Especially individuals like Shet and others, who felt the chill to their bones and dared not speak anymore.

"Ah—no, it’s impossible, how can it be this strong? It can’t be! You must be using some Evil Technique; surely it can’t last!" Pang Wanchuan bellowed, as if clutching at straws to bring some stability to his utterly disrupted mind.

But the next moment, he despaired. For Hou Chen, with a casual wave of his hand, delivered a string of slaps that connected soundly with his face.

He could not even dodge; his cheeks immediately swelled from the blows.

The scene... unfolded once again.

"Alright, time for the main course!"

Hou Chen chuckled mischievously.

A collective gasp of shock escaped from the crowd of cultivators; even Zhou Gucheng and others with steely demeanors twitched a few times, as it was clear that all cultivators were reminded of the thing between Hou Chen’s thighs, small as a thumb and pale as a worm.

...

"Enough, Hou Chen, stop now. You’ve broken the rules. The Saint has decreed that you be suppressed in the ’Desolate Land of Myriad Evils,’ to endure a day and night of soul-shattering torment. Do you accept your punishment?"

A Saint’s voice suddenly descended from the Void, accompanied by a beam of light that bound Hou Chen, attempting to prevent him from continuing.

However, Hou Chen’s Combat Power was incredibly elusive, and as soon as the constraint materialized, he simply poked a finger through it, shattering it completely, while his figure flashed through, piercing the Void.

"The Saints said, if I could break through the seal, I could proceed with my task, no?"

Hou Chen said with a mischievous grin, appearing right above Pang Wanchuan’s head. With a descent, he stomped Pang Wanchuan into the ground, creating a huge crater with the force of his step.

The Heavenly Book Saint, who had intervened, was also momentarily stunned, not expecting his efforts to be dismissed so effortlessly.

His old face flushed with embarrassment, but not only his; all cultivators could see clearly that his approach was serious, exerting Sword Ancestor Level power for suppression.

In other words...

Before the Heavenly Book Saint could act again, Hou Chen pulled down his pants, revealing his pale endowment once more.

This time, Saints and fairies alike spat lightly in disgust, inwardly cursing that the disciple taught by Zhou Yan lacked any decency. Yet, many female cultivators stared intently at that thumb-sized pale thing, seemingly filled with curiosity and joy.

Some even blinked their cherry-like lips with inexplicable expressions.

Hou Chen was slightly puzzled, wondering if these women also liked to drink his urine? Otherwise, why would they seem so expectant?

He didn’t give it much thought, however, and simply started urinating on Pang Wanchuan’s face.

The Saint failed to intervene once more...

As a result, the Heavenly Book Saint became enraged. With Sword Ancestor-level strength, he firmly seized Hou Chen and teleported him to the Desolate Land of Myriad Evils to suffer.

"This brat has made me lose face; truly... If Zhou Yan were here, I would make him discipline this little bastard properly; too audacious!"

The Heavenly Book Saint was fuming, glaring fiery daggers.

Moon Immortal let out a stifled laugh, saying, "Now, Heavenly Book Saint, that child has always been capricious. Hopefully, this experience will temper him. This master-disciple pair has indeed been arrogantly domineering..."

The Saints were left somewhat speechless, then began to clean up the mess left by Hou Chen.

With Hou Chen suppressed in the Desolate Land of Myriad Evils, the other cultivators could finally breathe easier, thinking to themselves that evildoers naturally grind against one another, and it was a relief to have dispatched this scourge there. For his "main course" was something no cultivator could ever truly savor.

Such a talented individual, after enjoying his feast, how could anyone continue to associate?

"Zhou Yan is a thug, but this Hou Chen is a complete madman, a pervert, an exhibitionist!"

"Such a person really should not be provoked!"

"Heh heh, who knows, after the ordeal in the Desolate Land of Myriad Evils, all his sharp edges might be worn down."

"Indeed, the horror of the Desolate Land of Myriad Evils is unimaginable. The agony of bone-corroding soul refinement, every second as painful as countless millennia. After that little brat goes in, he might well be ruined when he comes out."

Some were in shock, others fearful, some wary, and yet others felt it was a matter of great satisfaction.

For example, Shet, Xiao Qiuchen, and others were among those who were most smug.

And these were mostly the close friends of Pang Wanchuan, Hu Zhichun, and the like.

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