Ye Qinghan's eyes were blurred and his throat moved. He looked like a pig as if he had been trapped by the Fey Monarch's soul skill. It was as if he did not feel the killing intent from the paragon spiritual treasure.
"Something is wrong!"
The Fey Monarch's body trembled. She felt that something was wrong. Ye Qinghan was so powerful. Even if he had been hit by her soul skill, he should not have sensed her killing intent and used her paragon spiritual treasure without any warning, right?
However, the distance between her and Ye Qinghan had shortened to 2,000 meters. At such a close distance, she could not escape even if she wanted to. She could only grit her teeth and brandish the sword with all her might. The white light on the sword became brighter as she stabbed it towards Ye Qinghan's face!
She knew that Ye Qinghan's Fire God Battle Armor was a paragon spiritual treasure. However, her sword was also a paragon spiritual treasure. When two paragon spiritual treasures clashed, she used all her strength as a peak ninth-grade supreme-being. Even if she could not pierce through the Fire God Battle Armor, as long as she could shake Ye Qinghan's head and soul sea, she would have the opportunity to kill Ye Qinghan!
In theory, she was right!
But in reality, she was wrong!
The corners of Ye Qinghan's mouth curled up into an evil smile. The confusion in his eyes disappeared and was replaced by two rays of light. At the same time, a long black saber appeared in his hand!
Supreme Slaughter God Saber!
The Windmoon Monarch did not have the ability to restore the Slaughter God Saber. In addition, he was busy creating restrictions, so he returned it to Ye Qinghan. The Slaughter God Saber was an incomplete paragon spiritual treasure! It did not have any special abilities, so Ye Qinghan thought it was useless. However, at this moment, this useless ability was put to good use!
"Bang!"
The white robe turned into a short sword and stabbed the Slaughter God Saber that Ye Qinghan had taken out to block the attack! The Slaughter God Saber was useless, but it was also a paragon spiritual treasure. Its material was the same as any other paragon spiritual treasure. Therefore, the huge force caused the Slaughter God Saber to fly out. However, the Slaughter God Saber was not damaged at all.
The Slaughter God Saber was sent flying, but more than half of the short sword's power had been dissipated. The Great Perfection of Soul Annihilation was starting to show its effects. Ye Qinghan's hidden hands were also starting to show their effects!
A hand shot out like a bolt of lightning towards the Fey Monarch's head. It was soft and soft, just like Eunuch Hai's Melting Bone Soft Palm. It landed on her head. The enormous power caused her Soul Sea, which was in the process of clearing the Golden Soul Threads' attack, to tremble!
This gentle palm caused the Fey King's soul to be thrown into chaos. She did not hesitate to use her body to do what she wanted to do to Ye Qinghan, but Ye Qinghan casually accomplished it!
Then, Ye Qinghan's other fist brought with it a potent power of cold. It turned into a series of afterimages as it smashed into the Fey King's stomach with lightning speed. His fist continued to shake. In just an instant, he had punched out nine times!
Three punches had shaken off the Fey Monarch's source power!
Five punches had shaken off the chaotic power that was protecting the Fey Monarch's divine crystal.
The last punch had easily penetrated the Fey Monarch's divine crystal and sealed it!
"Ai … you are such a beautiful woman. Why did you become a thief?"
Ye Qinghan's fists turned into a gentle hand that wrapped around the Fey Monarch's slender waist. She was warm and smooth, causing Ye Qinghan's lower body to jump. He looked at the Fey Monarch's frightened eyes and smiled. "I forgot to tell you. My soul has reached Great Perfection. Your soul skills might be effective against a normal ninth-grade supreme-being, but against me … you won't be able to withstand a single blow!"
"Let me go! Let me go!"
The fear in the Fey Monarch's eyes turned into hatred, an unforgettable hatred. It was as if Ye Qinghan had killed her father. She glared at Ye Qinghan like a hungry wolf, her body constantly struggling. Her hands smashed down on Ye Qinghan as she roared.
"Try and move again! This young master is not a gentleman! Even I am afraid of my own methods! "
Ye Qinghan didn't think that just holding onto the Fey Monarch's waist would cause her to react so violently. Several bloody scratches immediately appeared on his face. This was the first time that a woman had thrown a tantrum at him, and he couldn't help but be stunned.
After roaring twice, this woman still ignored him. Ye Qinghan was thoroughly enraged. His hand fiercely clawed at the Fey Monarch's full chest several times. Then, as if this wasn't enough, he reached into her thin undergarments and wantonly played with them. His other hand wasn't idle either. It caressed her buttocks and even reached into her cleavage …
"Wa …"
The Fey Queen's hand that had been randomly smashing around suddenly stopped. Her eyes were filled with panic, as if she had been scared silly by Ye Qinghan's violent actions. Then, she opened her mouth and began to cry out loud.
"Motherfucker!"
Ye Qinghan was also frightened. This was the first time that he had seen a woman throw a tantrum, and the first time that he had made a woman cry. Not just that, but she was his captive, the ruler of a powerful world.
"Don't cry. Fuck, are you only a teenager? You have nothing better to do and yet you're making a tantrum? You're still crying? This young master won't touch you anymore. Alright, stop crying!
"If you cry again, this young master will touch you again! Let me tell you, if you piss me off, this young master will force himself on you!
"Fuck, we are enemies, okay? Your plane's powerhouse captured my daughter and niece, so shouldn't I come here to take revenge? This father won against you fair and square, so why are you crying!? "
"You're crazy! You're crazy!"
Ye Qinghan nearly went crazy. They were both adults and enemies. Just a moment ago, you wanted to kill me and I wanted to kill you. Since you weren't strong enough and were captured, didn't they have the right to deal with prisoners of war? Wasn't it normal even if they took you? You were the ruler of a world, so why were you crying like a little girl? What was the point of crying?
Ye Qinghan could treat his enemies like ice and snow in winter. Even when he had slapped 1.3 billion people to death outside Soul Emperor Island, he didn't think too much about it. This was because they wanted to kill him, so they deserved it! At this time, this Fey Monarch didn't seem like a powerhouse at all. Her peerlessly beautiful face was wet with tears, and her delicate and pitiful appearance made her seem like a weak woman being bullied by a tyrant like Ye Qinghan …
"If you cry again, this young master will kill everyone on your plane!"
Ye Qinghan was distraught by her crying. He hated women like this the most. He revolved the power of cold and his killing intent soared. His eyes bulged and he roared out loud.
As expected!
This move was very useful. The Fey Monarch immediately stopped crying. But, the hatred in her eyes soared once more. This was an irreconcilable hatred that caused Ye Qinghan's hairs to stand on end. He didn't know what was wrong with this woman!
After taking the woman's supreme spirit treasure and throwing it into the War Imperial Temple, Ye Qinghan put away the black flag. Then, he lifted the Fey Monarch and descended downwards.
"Monarch!"
As the countless Fey clansmen saw that their king had been captured, their eyes filled with madness. Countless martial artists rushed towards Ye Qinghan.
"Humph! Get the hell out of here! If you dare to move again I will kill your Monarch! "
Ye Qinghan had an imperial sword in his hands. He pressed down with great pressure. The strongest powerhouse of the Fey Plane had been captured by him. If he wanted to kill, he could easily kill all the martial artists in this plane.
Ye Qinghan leisurely flew downwards and put away the Slaughter God Saber. Then, with several teleportations, he arrived at the largest city. Tens of thousands of Fey followed behind him. They were all powerhouses at the Supremacy realm and above. All of them glared at Ye Qinghan with hatred in their eyes, but not a single one of them dared to move!
"Open the transmission array. If you dare to shout or move again, this young master will kill your Monarch and destroy your plane! If you don't believe that this young master has the ability to do so, then go ahead and try! "
In order to prevent the Fey Monarch from giving random orders, Ye Qinghan continued to act crazily. He threw the Fey Monarch into the War Imperial Temple. Then, he leisurely stood on the transmission array.
The transmission array lit up under the eyes of countless hateful, angry, and murderous gazes.
Ye Qinghan gently left. He gently waved his hand. He did not take away a single cloud, but instead took away the Fey Monarch.
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