Chapter 281: Fierce Battle
Although the spacetime turbulence within the forbidden zone has been gradually stabilizing in recent years, it remains violently chaotic compared to the outside world.
As soon as Xia Feng and the other person entered, various rifts opened, attempting to draw them into the River of Time and Space. In fact, Xia Feng, protected by the A-class Spirit Artifact, Nascent Ten Sacred Armor, possessed the ability to act freely in any natural environment, rendering him fearless of the spacetime turbulence. However, he did not resist its pull; cradling the unconscious Miss Mu, he plunged into a black vortex resembling a wormhole.
Simultaneously, the gilded armor covering his body dispersed, transforming into a Capsule Ship at his mental command, enclosing them both. The Holy Armor could change into ‘any physically existing mode of transport,’ and Xia Feng chose the most familiar one: the Capsule Ship.
Entering the River of Time and Space was akin to being in a tunnel of light flow with no end. Walls painted with billions of colors rushed towards him, shimmering with dense information points, each brushstroke flashing past Xia Feng’s black pupils. The sheer volume of information was enough to annihilate consciousness, but luckily, Xia Feng also possessed Mu Qingtong’s Eye of Deconstruction. This was a Spirit Robe Mu Qingtong comprehended in the River of Time and Space while he was unconscious. One of its abilities was spatial deconstruction: anything you see can be viewed in the dimensional space hidden beneath the Real World, lasting for 15 seconds. Exceeding this limit risks spatial information backlash. Simply put, it allowed him to see any form of异空间 (alternative dimension/space) beneath the Real World without being overwhelmed by the vast, complex information.
Using the Eye of Deconstruction, Xia Feng quickly spotted a spacetime exit. Without hesitation, he tightly held Mu Qingtong and plunged in.
Water, emitting an azure blue hue, was silent. The Capsule Ship emerged from the ‘wormhole,’ slowly and steadily gliding into the endless depths. Seeing they were finally safe, Xia Feng breathed a sigh of relief.
However, he soon noticed an anomaly in Mu Qingtong’s physical condition. Calamity Force surged, her body trembling; it seemed the Calamity Force was overflowing again, exceeding Mu Qingtong’s capacity to bear it.
Xia Feng lowered his gaze. Miss Mu’s stunningly beautiful pretty face was within arm’s reach. Her messy silver hair spread out like blooming jasmine, and the soft curves of her face were as tranquil as the autumn moon. Her cherry lips were slightly parted, her long, curled eyelashes trembling with each breath, and her cheeks were flushed with an unnatural blush.
Xia Feng blinked, his gaze following her long lashes to her small jade nose, then to her moist, cherry lips. He had to admit, when Mu Qingtong was silent, she exuded an ethereal, dust-free coolness. Her brows were indifferent and proud, but this disheveled beauty at this moment diminished some of her cool aloofness, adding a touch of alluring laziness.
Xia Feng’s gaze wavered slightly, his black eyes blinking rapidly. *This World-Ending Witch is unconscious now, doesn’t that mean I can do anything to her?* A little devil Xia Feng, holding a carving knife and fork, cackled in his mind. *Hmm, no, I’m a gentleman, how can I take advantage of someone in need?* Another little angel Xia Feng, flapping its wings, loudly rebuked.
*Heh~ We’re already old married couples, how can that be called taking advantage?* the little devil sneered, brandishing its fork. *Besides, as a man, how can I always be teased? It’s time for me to take the initiative and kiss her forcefully once!*
*Yeah, little devil, you’re right!* Xia Feng’s black eyes suddenly sharpened, transforming into a heroic savior, and he directly lowered his head, launching an attack on the World-Ending Witch!
However, in the next moment, the World-Ending Witch’s long lashes trembled, and she suddenly opened her eyes. She looked up at the man’s face, his thin lips less than half an inch away, her gaze calm.
“…!” Xia Feng’s black pupils widened almost imperceptibly, but he quickly regained his composure, meeting the indifferent, beautiful eyes of the silver-haired woman beneath him. They stared at each other for a full three seconds. Xia Feng clicked his tongue, then directly lowered his head, their mingled breaths completely merging.
Mu Qingtong’s pupils froze for a moment. She lightly raised her delicate eyebrows, about to raise her hand, when Xia Feng had already embraced her slender waist and whispered, “Don’t move, I’ll help you absorb the Calamity Force.”
Mr. Xia hooked her cool jaw, his actions somewhat unrestrained, even meeting her calm gaze with his dark eyes. She disliked Mr. Xia’s gaze and tone, which were condescending, like a superior giving orders to an inferior.
*Bang—*
Before Xia Feng could absorb much Calamity Force, his hands were pulled up and held above his head. With Mu Qingtong taking control, she lowered her head and began to move, her actions gradually becoming more aggressive. Xia Feng’s brow furrowed. Unwilling to yield, he used his tongue tip to firmly block the “door” and quickly initiated a reverse invasion. Mu Qingtong’s beautiful eyes narrowed. She didn’t indulge him, using the same move to quickly launch a counterattack and regain dominance of the battlefield.
In the confined, narrow Capsule Ship, neither of them spoke. The atmosphere was strange and silent, with only their black and golden eyes calmly staring at each other, locked in a battle of words, neither willing to cede higher ground.
One minute, two minutes, ten minutes…
After an unknown amount of time, the stalemate remained. Both simultaneously ceased their offensive and defensive maneuvers. Sweat beaded on their foreheads as they silently rested, breathing heavily during a mid-game break.
Mu Qingtong quickly recovered her strength. While pulling on Xia Feng’s wrists, she buried her soft, hot face into his neck. Xia Feng tilted his neck back; the unrestrained wet warmth tickling him tightened the back of his neck, his heartbeat quickened, and his throat felt dry. He glanced down. As the woman’s silver hair lifted, he instinctively leaned in, but Mu Qingtong pursed her lips and avoided him.
!
Xia Feng froze. He then saw the black-dressed woman staring down at him for a moment. Her beautiful eyes curved into a soft smile as she leaned close to his ear, her tone indifferent yet laced with playful teasing, “Mr. Xia, what? Do you want more?”
“…” Xia Feng’s expression stiffened. His pupils dilated as he snorted, “Who wants more? I was helping you absorb the Calamity Force, Miss Mu! You think too much—Ugh—”
Mid-sentence, he suddenly shivered because a hint of ambiguous, lingering breath was suddenly blown into his ear. A cool, detached voice sounded, “Mr. Xia, it seems you are easily controlled by your lower body. Can’t handle it already?”
Xia Feng couldn’t hold back, loudly retorting, “Who’s controlled by their lower body? I’m not!”
“Oh.” Mu Qingtong nodded, her beautiful eyes glancing downward, “But Mr. Xia, your second sword is pressing against me again.”
Xia Feng: “…”
Indeed, he was finding it difficult to control himself. But who could blame him when this World-Ending Witch had such a fiery figure, and she deliberately leaned into his ear and made such unprecedented sounds? It was hard for him not to “draw his sword.” Furthermore, after being pointed out by the World-Ending Witch, the sense of shame further stimulated hormone secretion, making his “sword intent” increasingly sharp and uncontrollable.
Seeing Mr. Xia’s ear roots turn increasingly red, Mu Qingtong’s lips curved into a faint smile. She had realized it last time: Mr. Xia, as a normal man, was easily dominated by beastly desires; this was his fatal weakness. Perhaps she could exploit this weakness to make Mr. Xia submit to her completely in a most humiliating manner!
“Mr. Xia.” Mu Qingtong’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. Her lowered, soft voice sounded as she leaned close and whispered, “You can tell me the truth, do you want more?”
Xia Feng felt his throat burning. *Fine, fine, it’s just a normal physiological reaction. Telling the truth isn’t… embarrassing!* He nodded almost imperceptibly.
The female voice beside his ear carried an imperative tone, as she calmly said, “Beg me.”
