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After the frenzied union, the Demon Lord's main hall was filled only with the low rumble of dark red magma churning.
Yi Qing lay naked, bound upon the Profound Ice Bed at the center of the hall. Ye Xiu had already left temporarily to handle the approaching demonic army at the front lines, yet the lingering traces inside his body clamored with presence—the Demonic Essence Pearl fused with his Golden Core deep within his core channel throbbed with scorching waves with every faint breath, while the dark red fluids formed from blood and marrow, mixed with yesterday's turbid essence, dried along his inner thighs, solidifying into glaring, humiliating marks.
He did not close his eyes.
Yi Qing slowly lifted his eyelids; his once cold, jade-like eyes now held a trace of eerie dark red bloodshot. His breathing was no longer pure, each exhale carrying a faint trace of demonic qi.
"Boom—"
The Frost Golden Core within his body trembled violently. Golden immortal power clashed and tore against pure Yang demonic essence in his meridians, wrenching his organs with excruciating pain. Yet amid this extreme agony, the coldness in Yi Qing's eyes grew ever more frozen. He would never allow himself to die in the Demon Realm in this thoroughly defiled, plaything-like state.
Yi Qing suddenly bit his tongue tip, sending a rush of sweet, metallic blood into his throat. He forcibly reversed his origin technique, burning all remaining cultivation, using the raging pure Yang demonic essence inside as fuel to force an almost self-destructive breakthrough in his shattered qi sea!
Late at night, the Demon Palace's defenses showed a barely noticeable loosening as the righteous immortal alliance's army pressed the border.
"Crack—!"
A crisp yet heavy explosion rang through the deathly silent hall. Yi Qing, relying on the explosive immortal power gained from burning his Golden Core, forcibly shattered the four ten-thousand-jin Profound Iron Chains binding his limbs! Blood gushed from his wrists and ankles, staining the Profound Ice Bed crimson.
He staggered off the bed, his naked body covered in shocking kiss marks, old whip wounds, and dark purple demonic patterns. Yet he did not even frown. With a single hand gesture, the "Frost Sword" that had once dominated the realm let out a mournful cry and flew into his palm.
"Hum!"
The sword intent was icy and piercing, yet laced with a thread of black demonic flame. Yi Qing transformed into a broken yet resolute azure streak, instantly tearing through the hall's dome and shooting toward the towering skies of the Demon Realm.
Yet just as he was about to pierce the boundary barrier of the Demon Realm—
"Boom!"
A massive blade, heavy beyond measure and wreathed in overwhelming black-gold demonic qi, slashed down from the void, shattering the sword shadows with heaven-rending force!
Wind howled. Ye Xiu's towering figure descended like a demon god. Clad in black battle armor with his cloak billowing, his tall, muscular body radiating unmatched pressure stood like an insurmountable mountain, blocking Yi Qing's escape.
"Senior Brother, you think the power from burning your Golden Core can let you leave my domain?" Ye Xiu's black eyes burned with violent rage and cold amusement.
Yi Qing's face was pale as paper; the reversed meridians made blood trickle from his lips. He had no chance to speak; his sword hand trembled violently from the Demonic Essence Pearl's frenzied vibration.
Ye Xiu sneered, not even drawing his blade. Relying solely on the physical strength stirred by pure Yang demonic qi, he stepped forward against the sword wind. He reached out with his calloused hand, ignoring the blood from the Frost Sword's tip piercing his palm, and clamped his iron-like fingers around Yi Qing's slender neck, slamming him with overwhelming force against the rough, scorching barrier stone wall behind!
"Bang!"
Yi Qing grunted, his delicate face forced against the scorching stone wall, rough rock scraping his cheek. The Frost Sword flew from his grasp, plummeting into the abyss.
"Seems last night didn't feed you enough—you still have strength to draw a sword on me?"
Ye Xiu's rage ignited fully. He roughly twisted Yi Qing's arms behind him against the wall, tore open his own battle pants, and without any foreplay or tenderness, drove his sweat-and-killing-intent-soaked, scorching massive member straight into the still-swollen, yesterday's-fluid-slick muddy depths with brutal force!
"Ugh ha—!"
Yi Qing's body arched violently against the wall. The violent, unprepared penetration of his rear passage, combined with the Demonic Essence Pearl being slammed to its deepest point, shattered the immortal power he had just gathered.
The wall was cold and rough, yet behind him was Ye Xiu's scorching, naked, sweat-drenched muscular body. Ye Xiu's powerful arms locked around his waist, suspending him against the wall, hips thrusting with terrifying force again and again.
"Dong—clang—"
With every heavy impact, Yi Qing's forehead uncontrollably struck the wall. He made no cries, only broken gasps from deep in his throat. The Demonic Essence Pearl spun wildly inside, releasing currents and pure Yang demonic qi that shredded his sanity inch by inch.
Under Ye Xiu's brutal thrusts, the thoroughly opened passage overflowed with juices, the obscene wet sounds mingling with the barrier wall's hum. Yi Qing's eyes gradually glazed over; his remaining dignity was ground to dust in this unrestrained ravishment.