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Chapter 432 - 432: Slave the Palace Lord of the Goddess Palace (1/2)
Chapter 432: Slave the Palace Lord of the Goddess Palace (1/2)
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“Husband, how did your strength increase so quickly? You were clearly forced into a corner by Yin Qingyan and a group of Hall Masters some time ago. How did you become so strong that you can crush the Palace Lord now?”
Lin Xiu’e was puzzled and felt that this matter was too ridiculous.
Chen An smiled and said, “I’m talented. Breaking through is as easy as drinking water. So of course, my strength increases quickly.”
‘Breakthroughs were as easy as drinking water?’
‘How could anyone’s talent be so exaggerated?’
‘Yes, it was most likely that he had been hiding his strength previously.’
Lin Xiu’e thought to herself.
“Kacha kacha kacha—”
Suddenly, an unpleasant sound of something hard breaking sounded.
Lin Xiu’e followed the voice and looked over. To her horror, she realized that the Seastonc devices on Han Shuiyi’s body had broken!
Buzz!
There was a sharp sound of air being torn apart!
In the next moment, Han Shuiyi, who had just broken free from the restraints, instantly arrived in front of Lin Xiu’e. Her movements were rough as she held the pregnant woman in her arms, unable to move.
Then, he looked at Chen An and said coldly, “Let me go. Otherwise, I’ll kill your wives and daughters at all costs!”
Chen An’s expression was very calm when he heard this. He said, “Then kill them.”
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Han Shuiyi was stunned for a moment.
Especially kneeling on the ground in front of Lin Xiu’e, her former subordinate. This was simply worse than killing her!
“Ahhhhhh—”
Accompanied by a low roar of unwillingness, Han Shuiyi instantly erupted with all the remaining spiritual qi in her body.
She pressed her hands tightly to the ground.
Veins popped out on her fair forehead.
Her face was almost distorted.
In order to protect her dignity, she was doing her best to prop up her upper body.
Several breaths passed.
Han Shuiyi finally endured Chen An’s spiritual pressure and propped up her upper body. Her body was exhausted and she could not stop panting. Her forehead was dripping with sweat.
Although she was still kneeling on the ground, at least her face was not pressed to the ground. She had more or less regained some dignity.
“Hmm?”
Suddenly, Han Shuiyi realized that the area in front of her had become dark. There was no sunlight at all.
She looked up and saw Chen An standing expressionlessly in front of her, looking down at her.
‘When did he walk over?’
‘I, whose cultivation is at the ninth level of the Tribulation Transcendence realm, didn’t notice anything?’
Han Shuiyi was shocked.
Chen An ignored the strange expression on Han Shuiyi’s face and silently squatted down in front of her.
He extended the middle finger of his left hand and lifted her chin, making her exquisite and cold face raise slightly.
Then, he extended his right index finger and condensed a drop of dense blood essence on his fingertip. He brought it to Han Shuiyi’s mouth and said calmly,
“Palace Lord, open your mouth..”