I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 771. Let's see how much he can endure.

Before the pale dragon, the vast universe seemed cramped and insignificant.

The woman in the imperial dress had the exact same appearance as Miss Evil Dragon, possessing unparalleled beauty and an imposing aura.

Her soft, cloud-gray hair was styled high with a gold hairpin, and her temperament was even colder and more chilling than that of Miss Evil Dragon. Beneath her dark gold imperial skirt, her two long legs were elegantly crossed. She sat with her eyes closed, exuding nobility and majesty.

Xia Feng narrowed his dark eyes and climbed the steps. Soon, he arrived at the clouds, directly in front of the Fuyun Dragon Head.

Seeing that the woman's eyes remained closed, Xia Feng frowned: "What did you call me here for?"

As he finished speaking, those pale, vertical pupils that Xia Feng knew all too well, like a sacred abyss, slowly rose, their cold, disdainful gaze captivating.

The divine voice, vast and majestic, echoed throughout heaven and earth: "My believer, when you come to pay homage, you should kneel on one knee, not be so disrespectful and undignified."

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"Lord Dragon God, your true form doesn't have so many problems."

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"Too much trouble?" The woman in the imperial dress was displeased that this believer had become so disrespectful again after only a few months apart. She frowned, displeased.
"It is precisely because the original body does not understand the etiquette between gods and subjects, and allows you to act recklessly, that I need to correct your disrespectful words and deeds."

"salute!"

Hearing her cold reprimand and seeing her disdainful, vertical pupils, Xia Feng's eyes twitched slightly.

Okay, okay, you're so awesome, I'll let you show off your power first!

He slightly bent his knees and knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty Tianwu, your most loyal follower, has come to pay homage!"

Seeing Xia Feng lower his head somewhat unhappily, the woman in the imperial dress raised her delicate eyebrows almost imperceptibly.

It seems that there is still a long way to go before arrogant believers learn to respect and revere God.

But it doesn't matter. Xia Feng can't see the real body now, so she has plenty of time to discipline this arrogant believer and restore the relationship between the god and his disciple to normal.

Instead of being like the original body, who is immediately mounted on the laps of arrogant believers and kissed affectionately upon meeting, she is not like the original body.

"My followers, have you received any Golden Bird Feathers in the past few months?" the Empress inquired authoritatively.

"No." Xia Feng shook his head.

The Golden Bird Feather can help the Empress regain her strength; it is extremely rare and not easy to encounter.

"But now that I'm in the Fifth District, Jinque City, I might have a chance to meet him."

Xia Feng remained kneeling on one knee and said in a deep voice, "After the Battle of Sumeru is over, I will keep a close eye on this item for you."

Seeing the believer's solemn and respectful demeanor, the Empress nodded in satisfaction. This was the proper attitude of a faithful believer.

“There’s no rush.” She narrowed her vertical pupils slightly. “Compared to finding the Golden Bird Feather, there is something more important that you need to do right now.”

"What?" Xia Feng looked up.

The woman on the throne rested her stunning cheek on her hand and said calmly, "Do you know why the various factions in the empire attach so much importance to the Battle of Sumeru?"

"It's for the Sumeru Throne, isn't it? Isn't it said that this thing has the ability to strip away divinity?" Xia Feng replied casually.

The Empress shook her head: "This is only one reason; not all forces are after the Sumeru Throne."

Xia Feng was puzzled, then became interested, "What's the reason for that?"

“Wrong.” The woman in the imperial dress tapped her knuckles lightly on the armrest, frowning. “At this point, you should say, ‘Your Majesty, I am foolish and beg Your Majesty to enlighten me.’”

Xia Feng: "?" No, it's true what they say about you being a busybody! Xia Feng sighed in resignation, "Your Majesty, I am foolish and beg Your Majesty to enlighten me!"

"Your eyebrows need to be lowered a bit more, and your tone is too lazy and disrespectful. These things need to be changed. Now, say it again."

The lecturing voices were condescending, making Xia Feng dizzy and wanting to punch someone. Was this empress poisonous? Did she really want to teach him manners?!

After a while, he finally couldn't take it anymore. He stood up, too lazy to play the role of ruler and subject with this woman any longer. He raised his chin and sneered, "Eighth incarnation, you are just a remnant soul of the Dragon God, not the original body. You have no right to lecture me like this!"

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The Empress was surprised that the believer had only been respectful for a few seconds before starting again, proving that he was really difficult to tame.

Her vertical pupils were cold and clear, and she seemed puzzled: "My believer, why do you insist on treating me and my true form as two separate entities? You should understand that I am the Pale Dragon God."

“No, you are not.” Xia Feng’s tone was sarcastic, his dark eyes slightly raised. “You are just a dying ghost clinging to life.”

"?!" Seeing his provocative appearance, the Empress was furious. If it were anyone else, such an offense would have resulted in their death!

She was usually emotionally stable, but at this moment there was an inexplicable fire burning inside her, and her delicate eyebrows slowly furrowed.

The woman on the throne lightly tapped the armrest with her fingertips. After a long while, she let out a breath and said in a low voice, "Very well, since you think I am not your god, then I will not help your god share the pain brought by the calamity."

As she spoke, she stared at Xia Feng with great interest through her vertical pupils, while opening her palm and revealing the character 'seal', which seemed about to shatter.

"Wait a minute." Xia Feng quickly reached out and grabbed her wrist, his expression tense. "What do you mean by that!"

"It means exactly what it says." The woman on the throne said calmly, her vertical pupils narrowed. "A month ago, after my strength recovered slightly, I established a connection with my true self, or rather, with your God Lord, so that I could share some of her pain."

"However, judging from your words, you don't want me to help share the pain of the original body?"

Xia Feng: "."

The Empress raised her vertical pupils and looked at Xia Feng calmly. Her palm slowly closed, about to crush the word 'seal'. Once it was broken, it would be unable to share the pain of the original body.

Xia Feng's smile went from stiff to genuinely fawning.

"Your Majesty, you're joking, you're joking! I was just kidding with you~ Please don't take it seriously~"

"Oh? A joke?"

The Empress leaned back languidly, her gaze, powerful enough to dominate the three realms, admiring the followers' initial arrogance followed by obsequiousness. "But I do not like jokes."

"Your Majesty, I am so foolish that I did not know Your Majesty's preferences. I deserve to die!" Xia Feng's change of expression was the fastest he had ever experienced. He knelt on one knee before the throne again, his voice as respectful as could be, "Please punish me, Your Majesty."

"Keep your head up."

Xia Feng obediently raised his head, and snow-white feet draped in a dark gold imperial robe stretched out closer. A bright red henna bandage hooked his chin, forcing him to tilt his face even higher.
High above, the woman's stunning face, leaning languidly to one side, is reflected in his dark eyes.

The woman on the throne looked down with disdain: "What, am I now the Dragon God?"

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You little remnant soul, just you wait! Once I figure out a way, I'll have the Dragon God devour you! No, before that, I'll thoroughly humiliate you!
"My Lord, you have always been the Dragon God!" Xia Feng's dark eyes shone with sincere light. "Without a doubt, I, Xia Feng, have always been your most loyal believer!"

His voice was powerful and resonant, full of genuine emotion.

Seeing the arrogant believer's awkward state of being angry and unwilling, yet unable to turn against her and forced to compromise, the Empress's pale vertical pupils flickered. The nameless fire in her heart did not go out, but instead burned brighter and brighter.

She wanted to stomp on the face of this arrogant believer and see how much he could endure for the sake of his body!

(End of this chapter)