Chapter 672: One Day, I Will Storm the Divine City

“You are not welcome here. Get out!”

Mao Mei’Er’s voice was filled with intense anger.

Although she was like a docile Persian cat in front of Hong Yu, the moment outsiders were present, she reverted to her usual queenly demeanor.

High and mighty, her attitude toward everyone was one of aloof distance.

She never let her joy or anger show on her face!

But now…

For her to lose her composure and roar with such fury, one could only imagine what had happened to make her so angry.

Hong Yu narrowed his eyes, a cold light flaring within them.

Now that… *that*… had happened between him and Mao Mei’Er, he didn’t care what her motives for approaching him were. Hong Yu already considered her his Reversed Scale.

Touch a Reversed Scale, and even a Divine Dragon would fly into a rage!

BOOM!

A chilling killing intent emerged from Hong Yu’s body.

The crisscrossing killing intent stirred the surrounding flowers and plants, and even the nearby decorations and antiques trembled slightly as if in fear.

Hong Yu stepped into the void and flew toward the main hall.

「In the main hall.」

Mao Mei’Er’s beautiful face was frosty. Over a hundred Cat Girl Warriors of the Spirit Cat Race lay sprawled on the ground.

Every single Spirit Cat Race warrior was covered in wounds, or else bruised and swollen, all of them beaten so brutally they could no longer resist.

Mao Mei’Er sat on the main seat, a strange light flickering in her eyes, filled with immense fury.

But she seemed to have some reservations and had not yet made a move.

In the center of the hall.

A human expert stood quietly, a trace of arrogance and contempt in his eyes. He wore azure armor that looked like it was woven from ancient vines.

This Vine Armor bore natural patterns, which were actually peculiar Runes.

It was incredibly terrifying.

The energy waves it emanated were vast and mighty, inspiring a sense of dread.

The young man had long black hair, a thunder-like glint between his brows, and he met Mao Mei’Er’s gaze with indifference.

Even though he was facing a Lord of Divine City Level existence, the young man showed not a shred of fear. He said flatly, “Your Majesty, why be so angry? For my City Lord to take an interest in you is your good fortune. Why resist?”

“Lingxiao God King, go back and tell Xiahuang the First that this Queen will never become his servant,” Mao Mei’Er said coldly, her eyes spitting fire.

“Tsk, tsk…”

This young man was a Divine King from Xiakang Divine City. His power was actually comparable to the Peacock King’s—immensely strong.

He was clearly an existence with one foot in the Lord of Divine City Level.

King Lingxiao’s eyes were cold, the smile on his face slowly fading. “Your Majesty, my City Lord’s valor is unmatched on the True Dragon Battlefield. He is currently in seclusion, comprehending a Supreme Dharma Gate. Once he emerges, he will sweep across the True Dragon Battlefield. I am here today simply to inform you to make arrangements for the Spirit Cat Race and migrate the entire clan to my Xiakang Divine City to become a vassal race of our Divine City!”

“Present yourself to the City Lord as a gift for his emergence from seclusion. If he is pleased, perhaps he will spare the Spirit Cat Race. Otherwise…”

King Lingxiao’s gaze swept around. Ten Divine Generals suddenly appeared behind him, each with an imposing aura, all incredibly powerful. King Lingxiao continued, “I will bring these ten Xiakang Divine Generals to ‘guard’ the Spirit Cat Race. I’d like to see who would dare to act as your strong backer with the Divine Power of my Xiakang Divine City as a deterrent.”

“You… are despicable!”

Mao Mei’Er’s tone was grim as she ground her teeth.

“Despicable?”

King Lingxiao sneered. “My City Lord ordered you to present yourself at the Divine City long ago, yet you refused to comply, delaying at every turn. Now, my City Lord is about to emerge from seclusion. As his subordinates, it is our duty to help him fulfill his desires. If you agree today, not only will we stop making things difficult for the Spirit Cat Race, but I, this King, will personally act as your backer. I can guarantee that the Spirit Cat Race will maintain its position among the Eight Great Battle Clans!”

“Otherwise, with the Spirit Cat Race’s strength, even if your entire clan enters the War Spirit Holy Land, you will be targeted with the full might of Xiakang Divine City. You will be cast out from the Eight Great Battle Clans!”

King Lingxiao’s face was full of arrogance and confidence as he continued, “You should know what happens once you are cast out from the Eight Great Battle Clans. The Spirit Cat Race will lose the protection of the alliance, and all the other races will come to snatch your women to use as cultivation cauldrons. You have three breaths to consider…”

“One!”

“Two!”

King Lingxiao crossed his arms, his face a mask of indifference and confidence.

He was certain that for the sake of her clan’s survival and continuation, Mao Mei’Er would yield.

And Mao Mei’Er was indeed wavering.

‘I don’t want to see the people of the Spirit Cat Race reduced to tools for others’ cultivation, but what can I do right now?’

‘I could indeed kill King Lingxiao.’

‘But that man from Xiakang Divine City possesses peerless combat strength on the True Dragon Battlefield, practically invincible. If I kill King Lingxiao, and that man comes to hold me accountable, the fate of my Spirit Cat Race will be even more tragic.’

‘But should I agree to it?’

An image of a figure flashed through Mao Mei’Er’s mind. She then shook her head and sighed. ‘That person isn’t even as strong as I am. What good would it do even if he stepped forward?’

‘Would he really face that invincible existence from Xiakang Divine City for my sake?’

Mao Mei’Er was in a daze. Just as King Lingxiao was about to shout “three” and despair filled her heart…

A familiar voice suddenly came from outside the hall: “Tsk, tsk, a big group of men ganging up on a helpless woman. Have you no shame?”

“Who?”

King Lingxiao’s eyes turned cold as he spun around to look at the entrance of the hall.

Hong Yu walked into the hall with a brilliant, sunny smile. He didn’t even glance at King Lingxiao, instead smiling at Mao Mei’Er on the main seat. “Babe, some stray dog has wandered into our home to cause a ruckus. Why didn’t you call me out to put it down? Instead, you’re just letting it bark all over the place and disturb the peace.”

PFFT!

Mao Mei’Er shot Hong Yu a glare, but couldn’t help but sigh in relief.

Even though Hong Yu wasn’t even as strong as she was.

But when Mao Mei’Er saw Hong Yu, gazing at that handsome face, she felt as if she had found her backbone.

King Lingxiao watched the two exchange glances, his eye twitching. The arrogance on his face slowly receded, replaced by a resolute coldness. He stared at Hong Yu. “Who are you? How dare you spout such nonsense here? Moreover, the Spirit Cat Queen is my City Lord’s designated maidservant. How dare you call her ‘babe’? You’re courting death!”

“What’s this dog yapping about? So much nonsense.”

Hong Yu curled his lip, looking at him sideways with cold indifference.

He had heard the name of Xiakang Divine City earlier. Despite facing one of the greatest powers on the True Dragon Battlefield, Hong Yu had resolutely chosen to reveal himself.

Mao Mei’Er was his woman now.

No matter how weak a man was, he had to step up to protect his woman!

This was Hong Yu—a man who was a bit stubborn and a bit of a chauvinist.

King Lingxiao’s face turned cold.

‘What is my status?’

‘Although I am also a Divine King, I have one foot in the City Lord Level. Even other Divine Kings from other Divine Cities have to address me respectfully as ‘Sir’!’

‘And this stranger dares to ignore and show contempt for me?’

King Lingxiao sneered. “You ignorant thing. Divine Generals, attack and kill him. This King will use his head as a chamber pot!”

“Yes, my lord!”

The group of Divine Generals charged out.

The quality of these Divine Generals was generally much higher than those from other Divine Cities. Each and every one of them had an aura of blood and qi like a rainbow, dazzling Primordial Gang, and looked as if they were possessed by Divine Beasts, exuding absolute power and presence.

A Divine General struck, his punch shaking the heavens.

Hong Yu’s expression was icy.

With a flicker of his body, the Annihilation Divine Light transformed into a black ray and shot out.

It was incomparably sharp and swift.

Accompanied by the Mental Shock condensed by the “Illusory Spirit Celestial Eyes,” it swept through them. Everywhere it passed, the ten Divine Generals froze as if struck by lightning, standing stunned with vacant looks in their eyes.

Expressionless, Hong Yu’s palms became like phantoms, striking horizontally through the void.

Piercing Through Millennia!

Sweeping Through the Ages!

The ten Divine Generals screamed repeatedly as they fell to the ground, motionless. Their blood and qi withered as a dark golden flame burned on their bodies, incinerating their Essence of Life. They were reduced to dried-up corpses, which were then burned away until not even bone fragments remained.

Hong Yu stood proudly, his cold gaze sweeping over King Lingxiao as he grinned.

His figure flickered again, and he appeared on the main seat.

He sat down assertively in a comfortable spot, pulling Mao Mei’Er’s slender waist into his arm. Looking down at King Lingxiao from his high position, he said, “What were you just saying? Have your Divine Generals kill me? Hmm? Where are your Divine Generals? Don’t tell me you mean this pile of dead dogs?”

“You…”

King Lingxiao’s face was ashen.

He was furious, but wary due to the incredible power Hong Yu had just displayed.

A grim light flickered in his eyes. He took a deep breath. “Who exactly are you? I am well aware of all the experts from every group in the core region, as well as the Divine King masters of the Four Great Divine Cities. I have no memory of an existence like you.”

“I came from the heavens. As for my name, heh heh, I’m afraid saying it would scare you to death!”

Hong Yu said with a playful smile.

“Heh heh, you’re quite the joker.”

One had to admit that King Lingxiao’s composure ran deep. Even though he was enraged and wished he could tear Hong Yu to shreds, he maintained a light and breezy smile. “On the entire True Dragon Battlefield, there isn’t a single name that could frighten this King!”

“Good. Listen closely!”

Hong Yu grinned, leaning forward slightly. He enunciated each word clearly: “My last name is ‘Your,’ and my first name is ‘Daddy’!”

“Your… Daddy?”

King Lingxiao muttered the name to himself, and his expression suddenly changed.

Hong Yu burst out laughing and looked at Mao Mei’Er. “Babe, did you hear that? This good son just called me ‘daddy’!”

PFFT!

Mao Mei’Er stifled a laugh, her charming eyes rippling with a peculiar light full of tenderness.

In her moment of greatest difficulty, Hong Yu had stood up for her, piercing her heart’s defenses. She gave Hong Yu a light kiss!

Hong Yu roared with laughter.

King Lingxiao flew into a rage, his eyes bloodshot. This Mao Mei’Er was the beauty personally chosen by the City Lord, yet here she was, sitting in another man’s lap and acting intimately. He felt utterly humiliated. “You’re courting death!”

BOOM!

King Lingxiao let out a low roar, activated a Supreme Profound Skill, and was about to charge forward to kill.

Hong Yu didn’t move.

After Hong Yu appeared, Mao Mei’Er had already resolved not to yield. She struck out with her palm.

Her City Lord Level strength completely crushed King Lingxiao.

“WAH!”

King Lingxiao screamed miserably as he was sent flying, spitting out red blood. A horrified light flashed in his eyes again and again.

Hong Yu walked to the entrance of the hall with his arm around Mao Mei’Er’s waist. He looked proudly at the pale-faced King Lingxiao and said flatly, “Go on, scram! Tell Xiahuang the First that sooner or later, I will come to your Xiakang Divine City and take his dog life!”

“Fine, fine, fine! You will regret this!”

Too ashamed to stay any longer, King Lingxiao turned and fled.

“You, you were so reckless, offending Xiakang Divine City to the point of no return,” Mao Mei’Er said, looking at Hong Yu reproachfully.

Hong Yu laughed heartily. “Are you angry then?”

“No!”

Mao Mei’Er shook her head, resting it on Hong Yu’s shoulder. “Even if I have to risk my life, I will stand by your side!”

“Hahaha…”

Hong Yu roared with laughter, then looked at Mao Mei’Er with great solemnity, his gaze as firm as Refined Iron and Profound Steel…

“Mei’Er, I, Hong Yu, make you a promise. In the future, if anyone dares to bully you, I will kill them. If any power bullies you, I will annihilate their entire sect. If the whole world wants to harm you, I will become a Demon and make the world my enemy…”