Fang Xin couldn't help but freeze when he heard this voice.
It wasn't hard to tell from the other party's words that they were also one of the Seven Kings.
And it was a King Fang Xin had never encountered before.
Fang Xin pondered the meaning behind the other party's words.
From that tone, she was a rebellious one.
According to what Fang Xin knew before, among the Seven Kings, second only to the King of Slaughter was the Elf King.
And at this very moment, the Elf King was still in slumber.
That meant it had to be one of the other Kings.
Currently, Fang Xin knew of the King of Reincarnation, the King of Calamity, and the War King.
That meant the other party was one of the remaining two Kings.
Fang Xin, in his dream, looked at the shepherdess in the distance.
At this moment, Fang Xin felt as if he was nailed to a spacetime anchor point; he seemed to be moving forward, but his body remained in place, never moving.
The shepherdess rode on a tall horse, wearing a sheepskin coat and a mink fur hat. Her specific appearance was hidden, only the outline of a melon seed face could be seen, with a ponytail draped over her shoulder, and a long whip held in her arms.
From a distance, Fang Xin looked at the other party.
Fang Xin, feigning the tone of the King of Slaughter, spoke to the other party.
"Since you have seen Slaughter, why do you not bow?"
The shepherdess let out a loud laugh, "Hahaha, Slaughter? Do you, in your current frail state, even deserve to be called the King of Slaughter? Do you also wish for this King to bow to you? That's simply wishful thinking! A fool's dream!"
Fang Xin tried to see if he could mobilize his power, but found that in this dream, he seemed to be in the other party's dream domain, completely unable to mobilize his own power.
For someone to render Fang Xin utterly helpless, the other party's combat power must have reached level thirteen.
The shepherdess, holding her whip, squeezed her legs against the horse she sat upon and rode towards Fang Xin.
As the distance closed, Fang Xin finally saw her face.
She was a cold and alluring beauty, with a melon seed face, phoenix eyes, and a slender figure. Even wearing a loose sheepskin coat, it was difficult to conceal her proud and statuesque physique.
Her two long, taut, and perfectly rounded legs gripped the horse. If Lao Se Pi Shang Tianque were here, he would surely be envious of this horse.
What seemed like an extremely distant place, she reached in an instant, sitting atop her tall horse, looking down at Fang Xin.
The shepherdess slowly leaned down, raised her hand, and hooked Fang Xin's chin, a playful smile on her lips.
"This generation's Slaughter is truly laughably weak!"
Fang Xin found that his body was completely unable to move, only allowing the other party to toy with him.
The shepherdess's eyes were pitch black, staring at Fang Xin, a playful smile on her lips.
Her slender, delicate fingers pinched Fang Xin's chin, gently hooking it upwards, her cold and alluring face slowly approaching Fang Xin.
"After all, you are the King of Slaughter. Your vital energy is indeed powerful! Given time, you will surely return to your peak. What a pity, you likely won't live to see that peak moment!"
As she spoke, the shepherdess pushed Fang Xin, and his body, against his will, fell backward onto the ground.
The shepherdess sat on Fang Xin's body, a condescending sneer on her lips, as if Fang Xin were her plaything. "Letting the King of Slaughter be this King's cauldron, this King's strength will surely advance by leaps and bounds! And your recovery is extremely fast, making you the most suitable cauldron! Swallowing you three to five times a day, within a month, this King's strength will surely have another small breakthrough!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Xin couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Three to five times a day, that would wear down an iron rod into a needle.
However, his body was completely unable to move, and he could only watch helplessly as the other party tore open his clothes.
There was no hint of erotic desire in the shepherdess's eyes; she simply regarded Fang Xin as a cauldron.
Fang Xin desperately tried to struggle. He had painstakingly reached his current realm, and if the other party were to pluck his fruit, wouldn't all his previous efforts be in vain? Moreover, from this woman's words, she intended to drain Fang Xin dry for a month. If this continued, Fang Xin would be walking while leaning on walls every day.
"Let me go!"
"Shh!"
The shepherdess raised a finger, making a shushing gesture.
Her long, slender fingers reached for Fang Xin's waistband.
Fang Xin struggled desperately, experiencing for the first time the pain and despair of those who are violated. He also understood what Bai Yulin meant when she always said that boys needed to protect themselves when outside.
Although the other party was indeed very beautiful, beauty couldn't justify consuming Fang Xin's precious essence.
Fang Xin was unwilling to contribute even a bit of essence to his own left and right hands, so how could he contribute it to a complete stranger?
Roaring continuously within, Fang Xin's veins bulged on his forehead, and a loud roar erupted from his throat.
"Slaughter!"
In an instant, Fang Xin's eyes turned crimson.
His expression also became extremely cold.
Upon seeing this, the shepherdess's beautiful face changed, and she attempted to get off Fang Xin.
Still, she was half a beat too slow. Fang Xin raised his hand and grabbed her by the neck, pulling her close to him.
Their faces were less than three centimeters apart; Fang Xin could even feel her warm breath.
Even in a dream, this sensation was incredibly clear.
Fang Xin's face bore a cold smile, "Fu Ying, always so eager to court death!"
The woman's face showed no trace of panic; instead, a smile bloomed, "I knew it, everything just now was an act! This is the real you! What exactly are you plotting?"
Fang Xin gripped the woman's neck, "That is not for you to ask!"
The woman's dark eyes stared at Fang Xin, as if trying to see through his inner world, but she could not discern any of Fang Xin's thoughts from his eyes.
Fang Xin casually pushed the woman away. She slumped to the ground, looking up at Fang Xin as he slowly stood.
"Jia Yao is about to awaken. Go to the Land of Eternal Night and wait for this King."
The woman looked up at Fang Xin, completely devoid of her previous condescending posture. At this moment, she was looking up at Fang Xin.
"Now, are you Fang Xin, or Slaughter?"
Fang Xin stood with his hands behind his back, slowly turned his head, and gave the woman a cold smile.
"I am Fang Xin, and Fang Xin is me!"
The woman named Fu Ying looked up at Fang Xin, a hint of confusion in her eyes, as if she couldn't fathom what schemes this Head of the Seven Kings had planned.
But she slowly got up, "I will head to the Land of Eternal Night now."
She paused, as if remembering something, "Your 본명 Divine Weapon seems to still be in the Land of Eternal Night, right?"
Fang Xin responded with an indifferent hum.
The woman stared at Fang Xin's profile, thought for a moment, and then asked, "Do you need me to retrieve it for you?"
