Chapter 629: The King
Mountains were falling like the sky was collapsing, as if the end of the world had arrived.
Xia Feng looked up as the surrounding fires and clouds, along with the spatial tremors, suddenly ceased.
The world plunged into a time stop.
Light came from the East.
This was Mu Qingtong’s first time entering her photon form, and the world’s time flow speed seemed incredibly slow in her eyes.
A spatial distance of tens of thousands of meters was merely a thought away, arriving in an instant.
Fine, shimmering photon fluid arrived above the clouds in a flash, passing through dense, strange characters.
It circled Nyarlathotep a few times, then descended, instantly appearing before Mr. Xia.
The wine-red haired woman was held tightly in Mr. Xia’s embrace. Her cold and beautiful little face was furrowed, her cheek deeply buried in the side of his neck, her red lips faintly touching Mr. Xia’s prominent Adam’s apple.
The photon fluid flickered, circled the wine-red haired woman a few times, then transformed into a graceful spirit body made of spiritual light. It overlapped with the wine-red haired woman’s posture, and the spirit body moved forward.
Fingers intertwined with Mr. Xia’s, red lips lowered to his Adam’s apple, the spiritual light body, like a gentle water flow, merged into Mr. Xia’s body.
Feet touching feet, legs meeting legs, abdomen against abdomen, chest against chest.
Soul bodies merged into one, perfectly interlocking.
Mu Qingtong and Xia Feng simultaneously felt a tremor and resonance in their bodies, souls, and minds, their thoughts instantly becoming ethereal.
Xia Feng felt a strange sensation of being reborn into his mother’s womb, as if his entire body was immersed in a warm uterus, comfortable and cozy.
At this moment, their thoughts were open and connected.
“Is this what it feels like to be enveloped by Miss Mu? It feels pretty good, but compared to earlier…”
“The prime yang has been leaked, stained by yin and turbidity. Is this… Freya? Heh.”
Two thoughts arose simultaneously. Xia Feng’s heart jolted, and he quickly retracted his thoughts, preventing Miss Mu from further prying into his mind.
“Compared to earlier what?” Mu Qingtong’s cold thought arose again.
*Bong————!!*
Two mountains crashed, shattering the prairie filled with gardenias. The ground caved in for a thousand miles, yet Ye Li Dongjun’s wheelchair remained as still as ever.
Freya, even with her dragon transformation protecting her, would likely be severely injured by this attack. However, Ye Li Dongjun felt no pity; this was merely a lesson for Leya.
Women, sometimes, are indeed cheap. Only when beaten into submission will they know how to obey their husbands, Ye Li Dongjun’s different pupils stared distantly.
He would no longer indulge this cheap woman’s willfulness.
A canary is always most beautiful and reassuring when kept in a cage.
“Jian Xin, go bring Leya and that bug here.”
“Yes.” Jian Xin nodded respectfully.
But just as she was about to lift her leg, the two majestic mountain peaks in the distance suddenly vibrated with a hum. In the next instant, the mountains split open with countless luminous cracks.
“Boom—!!” The mountain collapse ignited a majestic fire, burning the sky. A towering giant, three hundred meters tall, rose from the terrifying sea of fire.
The giant was engulfed in bloodlight, like a god crawling out of hell. Its indifferent black eyes, which disdained the land, burned with a spectral fire. Its gaze was as if from the clouds, devoid of any emotion. And in the center of the Titan Giant, the mysterious black-robed figure’s attire subtly changed, transforming into an ancient white robe embroidered with nine light-gold dragon patterns.
The robe, intricately printed with golden threads, had wide sleeves that fluttered in the wind. The oval mask on its face was sacred and pure white, with only a light-gold swastika-shaped secret symbol swirling on its forehead. Its original short black hair also lengthened, drifting down its back, appearing free and lazy, exuding a noble aura, like a mysterious king from ancient times.
It was just that this king’s imperial robe was white as the base, which was very unconventional.
As for why it was this kind of attire, well, it was purely Mu Qingtong’s aesthetic.
Xia Feng, as the one being fused with, had his post-fusion attire completely decided by Mu Qingtong.
Fortunately, Mu Qingtong hadn’t turned him into some perverted outfit with minimal fabric.
He was quite satisfied with this current attire.
What made Xia Feng even more satisfied was the rapidly soaring terrifying strength and the terrifying sense of power filling his entire body, capable of smashing mountains with a single punch!
Every time he fused with Miss Mu, his mental power was vast as the sea. Xia Feng felt an exhilarating sense of conquering the world rise within him, and he would have the pleasant illusion of being invincible.
Furthermore, unlike previous fusions which were only at the True Martial Realm.
This was their first fusion after both he and Miss Mu reached the Venerable One Realm. The strength amplification was much greater than before.
Although the spirit pressure after fusion was still at the Venerable One level, his strength and agility directly reached the Venerable Three level, and the amount of Spirit Particles even reached the standard of the Venerable Five Sacred Realm!
These physical overall quality improvements were secondary. The main thing was that the abilities of their Spirit Robes, Spirit Artifacts, God Relics, and so on could perfectly cooperate.
Especially since Xia Feng had many Spirit Artifacts that required a vast amount of mental power to consume. With an almost inexhaustible mental power supporting them.
“Buzz—!”
A light wave swept across a thousand miles. The moment the fusion was complete, Freya, who was lying in Xia Feng’s embrace, was violently shaken into the sky. A thick, hard red rope shot out from Xia Feng’s palm, quickly binding Freya in loops and suspending her in mid-air.
Freya’s eyes widened.
[B·Spirit Guarding Rope]
“Mr. Xia, answer me, where is your prime yang?” a voice without any emotional fluctuation sounded in Xia Feng’s mind.
Xia Feng quickly regained control of his body, loosening Freya’s restraints slightly. He smiled and said calmly, “Prime yang? Didn’t Miss Mu take it from me?”
While evading, he looked down at the youth in the wheelchair on the ground.
Ye Li Dongjun and Jian Xin both frowned.
They were both somewhat surprised. What was this mysterious person’s situation?
Despite being only at the Venerable One Realm, he could still survive such an attack, and even reconstruct a giant-like Spirit Robe manifestation with even more terrifying pressure.
More than a hundred years ago, Ye Li Dongjun had indeed seen a Spirit Artifact that could store and seal Spirit Robes, releasing them when needed.
The mysterious person’s state was very similar to the function of this Spirit Artifact.
This was perhaps the source of the other party’s confidence.
Did he think he could defeat This Lord with just a convenient Spirit Artifact? Ye Li Dongjun chuckled and shook his head.
It was truly ridiculous.
