Emperor Xuan Liuxian was hit again by the small silhouette and his body was sent flying before ferociously crashing into the ground, rolling hundreds of meters as he raised dry sand everywhere and a figure of over three million damage points shot out of his head and slowly ascended into the sky.
The Light Saint Dragon sighed and shook his giant head, "I knew words wouldn't get through to you given your current condition and how angry you look. While I regret having to interrupt without knowing the reason for your anger, I'm afraid I can't allow you to accomplish your goal."
Following those words, the huge white-scaled giant dragon swooped down from the sky at astonishing speeds and swiped his long tail in the direction of the small figure. However, although the small figure seemed tiny in comparison just like the difference in size between an ant and an African elephant, its power was not something to be trifled with; even the Light Saint Dragon, one of the most powerful, feared, and revered existences on this vast continent did not dare to take his opponent lightly.
The small figure felt the air behind it rushing out and an overwhelming pressure pressed down on its small body. With a swift turn, it abandoned its charge in pursuit of the emperor and struck forward in haste.
BANG!
A horrendous blast shook the earth as if an earthquake had struck and because the attack had been too sudden the small silhouette was forced back dozens of meters, kicking up a cloud of dust as its feet dragged on the ground.
The Light Saint Dragon was about to say something as he really didn't want to fight, but his words were abruptly silenced by the sharp words of the small figure before him.
"Dark Impulse Against Heaven!"
Bang!
A dark-colored aura, as dark as the night itself, burst from within the body of the small silhouette. In just a matter of a few seconds, the body of the small silhouette seemed to have been devoured by a black cloud as it was barely visible from the outside.
The Light Saint Dragon could feel the overwhelmingly higher power emanating from the small silhouette's body compared to the past. However, he didn't have much time to think as his opponent obviously had no intention of sitting down for a chat and seemed to be quite annoyed at being suddenly interrupted and attacked.
Boom!
Followed by a loud abrupt explosion, the ground beneath the small silhouette's feet cracked apart and sand flew everywhere. Before the Light Saint Dragon could adjust to his opponent's new explosive speed, the small silhouette had already appeared just above his head.
"How dare you interrupt this princess!"
After a sharp yell filled with anger and pain difficult to comprehend, the little silhouette's fist landed on the head of the huge white dragon.
BOOOM!!!
As if a thousand-ton hammer had been used by a giant god to strike an elephant, the Light Saint Dragon's mile-long body was sent flying straight into the ground, creating a gigantic hole in the process.
The dragon roared in pain as the scales on his body split and the shockwave spread in all directions, crushing trees in the process and sending the emperor flying several kilometers away.
Knowing that he had to give his all on this occasion, the mighty Saint grade dragon unleashed all his power, sending the small silhouette blasting away as he said, "I didn't want to be your enemy... But you leave me no choice!"
BOOOM!!! BOOOM!!!! BOOOOOOOM!!!!!
Soon, explosion after explosion shook the earth and the sound caused by the battle between two horrendously powerful beings reached even as far as distant Eminentis City, frightening soldiers, and residents who thought the enemy was approaching.
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Central area of Eminentis City, Xie Feng's mansion.
The main room of the mansion was beautifully and luxuriously decorated in the style of the Middle Ages, similar to how kings and emperors decorated their royal bedrooms.
With an area of more than ten square meters and whose size was more appropriate for a living room in a normal house, the room had three brocade armchairs with golden ornaments next to a large window covered by red curtains that gave a splendid atmosphere to the interior when the sun's rays tinged with ruby after gently passing through the curtains.
In addition, there were several pieces of furniture of unknown wood carved apparently by hand and with different decorations as well as a large mirror on the ceiling.
Most noticeable, however, would be the huge king-sized bed right in the center of the room looming toward the door. The bed was surrounded by curtains at all four corners that hung softly over the sides, barely touching the floor.
Sitting on the bed, an extremely beautiful woman whose hair was as black as ink was enjoying a wonderful massage that the man behind her was giving her.
His heavy hands capable of destroying the skulls of thousands of enemies seemed to have become extremely gentle as they traveled over the woman's body before him.
Through her sky blue magic robe, his hands felt the softness of her smooth, flawless skin. From her frail white swan-like neck and the height of her frail shoulders to her slender long arms that looked as if they could embrace the whole world; the man's hands massaged every part of the lovely woman's upper body as if he were a professional without touching any erogenous zone.
In contrast to the horrific battle that was being fought hundreds of miles away, the scene inside the room seemed soft and warm as the temperature seemed to slowly rise with the little moans of pleasure that the woman emitted every time the man's hands did their job well.
These two people were, of course, Xie Feng and Mu Wuying, who were slowly beginning to lose themselves in their world of two.
He carefully leaned forward and the bed sheets rustled softly at the sudden movement. Without stopping his hands and feeling the skin of her arms, he whispered next to her ear, "Do you like it?"
Feeling his warm breath gently touching her now flushed ear and hearing his sexy husky voice, Mu Wuying could not help but bite her lips seductively and nod silently to prevent an embarrassing moan of arousal from escaping her treacherous mouth.
Xie Feng smiled slightly and without wasting words continued the massage.
His hands traveled between her neck, her shoulders, her arms, her hands, her abdomen.
Slowly he caressed her flat abdomen like that of a supermodel, making the silk material of her robe rustle enticingly as his hands moved higher and higher, coming dangerously close to the two big mountains that were being imprisoned by the clothes.
As his naughty hands moved closer and closer towards their target, her heartbeat grew faster and faster partly due to shyness but mostly due to anticipation.
"Do you want me to pamper you?" He asked, his hands just inches away from reaching their target and ascending at an extremely tempting speed.
She nodded again silently, not daring to speak for fear that this was all nothing more than a sweet dream brought on by years of longing and loneliness.