Chapter 879: “Nine-Tails, do you know the Burning Fox?”
“Your Excellency the Pope, our previous cooperation remains valid, no issue, right?”
The Pope, staring thoughtfully at the two figures confronting each other on the screen, was alerted by Ms. Mi’s telepathic message. After a pause, he merely nodded indifferently, “Agreed.”
“Human, I’ve heard you are an Abyssal Saint.”
In the Blood Thunder Heavenly Sea, the green-skirted woman stood as if a celestial being descending to the Lower Realm, her aura ethereal and aloof. Without making a move, she calmly inquired.
“Heh~” Xia Feng tilted his head back, a self-assured and arrogant laugh escaping him. “Nine-Tails Fox, since you know the revered name of the Divine Master I serve, why not surrender immediately? Offer your dog head and loyal life!”
Dog head?
Dog head!
The ethereal, beautiful eyes of the green-skirted woman instantly turned cold. “Seeking death!”
A clear divine sound echoed through heaven and earth. Xia Feng immediately felt the chill of death envelop him, his soul trembling as if in despair. Although his life was saved by the immortality of the Calamity Demon Heart mitigating the side effects of using the Tribulation Transformation Body, his Spirit Particle Mental Power was already depleted, leaving very little. His physical strength was also exhausted. It could be said that not only an Innate God, but even a Venerable One or Two Spirit Master could easily kill him.
“Buzz—!!”
As the Nine-Tails’ divine sound descended, the surging thunderclouds solidified into blue-white ink, and the surging bloody land was dyed into a freehand landscape. Thousands of miles of time and space collapsed into a flowing scroll. Thunder, mist, and the bloody land all transformed into a casually rendered landscape painting of intertwined blue and white.
[Authority: Fox Immortal’s Painting Realm]
The green-skirted fox woman was like a goddess descending to earth, stepping on the ripples of the void and gracefully descending from the cloud steps. Four ethereal fox tail phantoms behind her swayed with the Laws. With every step, the painting realm trembled, splashing new ink marks. With her flowing robes, the green silhouette, like ink without a trace, suddenly appeared before Xia Feng.
She looked down upon him. Her gaze was indifferent, yet it carried the majestic killing intent of the heavens and earth! Xia Feng had no way to evade.
At the same time, the Fox Immortal’s Painting Realm completed its envelopment of the surrounding thousand-mile space, forming a barrier that isolated the inside from the outside, cutting off all external sight. Although the specific battle could no longer be seen, everyone in the Nine Pillars Space was prepared to reopen the Sumeru War. They only had to wait a few more seconds for the result.
“Swish—!”
In Xia Feng’s dark pupils, the cold, immortal green silhouette of the fox woman rapidly enlarged. Her indifferent killing intent alone was enough to send chills throughout his body, paralyzing him. Of course, he had no intention of moving, nor did he intend to fight back. He simply watched the green-skirted fox woman.
“Buzz—!!” The blue light, powerful enough to tear apart the soul, stopped abruptly before Xia Feng’s eyebrows. Waves of light scattered for thousands of miles, shaking the surrounding ink-like thunder and mist into dissipation. Even space itself collapsed, forming cobweb-like cracks. When the light dispersed, Xia Feng was still standing in place.
The green-skirted fox woman’s delicate brows furrowed. She pursed her lips and said coldly, “Why didn’t you dodge?”
Xia Feng removed the mask from his face and smiled. “Because I bet that Nine-Tails, you wouldn’t dare to kill me.”
“Wouldn’t dare to kill?” The green-skirted fox woman narrowed her beautiful eyes, her mocking voice ethereal and distant. “Who do you think you are? Why wouldn’t I dare to kill you?”
“Heh~ Nine-Tails, have you ever heard of the Black Moon Saintess, Jiang Qiue?” Xia Feng ignored the sharp blue light pressing against his brow. With a slight smile, he reached out and patted the woman’s beautiful face, then pinched a soft piece of flesh. It felt cold and smooth.
“That Saintess Jiang Qiue is also a Burning Fox. Not to mention, Nine-Tails, you look quite similar to that Burning Fox.”
Jiang Qiue: “…”
Seeing that he wasn’t scared at all and didn’t understand his predicament, Jiang Qiue said with displeasure, “Xia Feng, don’t forget how you humiliated me before. Do you really think I won’t do anything to you?”
“Tch, as if you haven’t insulted me. I haven’t settled the score with you for colluding with Cha Biao to ambush me last time!”
*Slap!!* As he spoke, Xia Feng casually slapped her skirt-covered buttocks. The skirt rippled, and the fox tail, startled by this sudden action, stiffened and straightened.
“You—!” Jiang Qiue’s ethereal, beautiful eyes widened imperceptibly. A morbid flush silently rose on her beautiful face. Although it quickly faded and was hidden, a trace of crimson on her ear tip disappeared into her dark hair, slightly shattering her cold, immortal aura. The long-lost tingling sensation of being spanked caused a momentary blank in her mind. The legs beneath her skirt, already slick and sensitive from seeing Xia Feng from afar, trembled again. Subconsciously, she brought her legs together, pressing them tightly, not daring to leave any gap. A sense of urgency, almost uncontrollable, threatened to overwhelm her mind. She couldn’t help but frown, staring coldly at Xia Feng. This guy was still so vulgar and rude.
“Slap!!” However, Xia Feng was completely unfazed by her murderous, indifferent gaze. He very fairly delivered a crisp slap to the other half of her fox buttocks.
“Alright, Burning Fox, now is not the time for us to settle our grievances. Let’s talk business.”
“…”
This guy… how could he be so natural! In Jiang Qiue’s heart, their relationship wasn’t exactly friendly. Xia Feng was her plaything, her toy! Upon meeting again, they should have fought and vented their disgust for each other! Back then, Xia Feng used to dislike her intensely. Naturally, she also intensely… loathed Xia Feng, mentally. Of course, she had almost crushed Xia Feng’s soul just now. Xia Feng spanking her twice now could technically be considered a fight. But this kind of… petty squabble, did it count? She frowned, her cold, immortal eyes saying, “Alright, take your dirty hands off. If you dare to lay hands on me again, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”
Xia Feng: “?”
“… To be honest, knowing this Burning Fox’s temperament, Xia Feng could easily discern her true thoughts— she was having a fever again! And the fever was so bad she wanted to be spanked severely! *Hiss~~* Xia Feng couldn’t help but fall into thought. He knew that Jiang Qiue was deliberately provoking him, and spanking her now would only make her happy. But looking at her arrogant, disgusted, and indifferent expression, Xia Feng ultimately… couldn’t hold back!
“Slap—!!” The Fox Immortal’s Painting Realm churned with ink ripples. The leaden clouds overhead and the heart-like land once again vibrated in sync. This time, it was much crisper and louder than the muffled thuds before.
The Guardian, Nine-Tails, seemed to have suffered a severe blow. With a muffled groan, blood rushed to her cheeks. Her snowy feet stumbled forward two small steps, and she pressed her delicate hands onto Xia Feng’s shoulders. Her cyan velvet fox tail, like an agitated cat’s, stood rigidly upwards.
“Tsk tsk~ Is this the strength of the Guardian? Not much, huh?” Xia Feng said with a faint, mocking tone, stroking the green-skirted woman’s lower back.
“…!” Jiang Qiue felt as if her heart was being tightly gripped by Xia Feng’s large hand, brought to her throat, and held there, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. It was true that she was sensitive before, but not to this extent… Perhaps it was because she hadn’t seen him in so long. Jiang Qiue’s delicate brows furrowed. Biting her teeth tightly, she lowered her head, trembling, and took a deep breath, finally recovering.
She quietly adjusted her ethereal immortal skirt, her tightly pressed legs now slightly apart. Her lowered, beautiful eyelashes slowly lifted. Her ethereal, cold eyes looked up at Xia Feng’s face, and she suddenly raised her hand! Her delicate hand clasped Xia Feng’s neck, lifting him high.
