Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Qin Ruxue shook her head vigorously, trying to shake off the jumbled thoughts in her mind.

Even if they become immortals, they are still 1.2 million living people!

One person spitting could flood the Blackwater Pass, how could the two of them fight?

"Lin Mo, don't be reckless."

Qin Ruxue grabbed Lin Mo's wrist with her other hand, her eyes filled with worry.

"The enemy outnumbers us; we still have time to retreat to the Burial God Snow Mountain."

Looking at Qin Ruxue's anxious expression, Lin Mo felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

This tigress, though fierce most of the time, still cares for her man when it really matters.

He took Qin Ruxue's hand in return and pulled her into his arms.

Bow down.

Warm lips gently pressed against Qin Ruxue's forehead.

Qin Ruxue stiffened, her eyes widening slightly.

Don't worry.

Lin Mo released her and reached out to smooth her high ponytail.

He turned around, placed his hands on the battlements, and looked down at the torrent of steel below.

"In the past, seeing so many people, I might have really considered running away."

"But now."

Lin Mo's lips curled up, revealing a haughty sneer.

He clenched his right fist, and the vast true essence within his body, from the late-stage Nascent Soul stage, roared like a surging river.

Dark golden light swirled wildly across his body, distorting even the surrounding air with terrifying heat.

"Let alone one million two hundred thousand."

"Even if it's twelve million, or one hundred and twenty million."

"It's all the same to me."

Lin Mo now possesses absolute confidence.

With his Chaotic Saint Body and late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, his current energy density has reached an unbelievable level.

If he had to rely on skill and brute force to fight back during his previous body-refining stage...

Now, facing those ordinary people below the city, he was like a grown-up Godzilla looking down at a group of tiny ants moving house.

The vast gap in strength can no longer be bridged by sheer numbers.

"Yu Ji, come up here."

Lin Mo stood by the battlements and shouted down.

Ding-dong.

The clear sound of bells echoed in the wind.

A flash of purple light.

Yu Ji landed lightly beside Lin Mo.

The purple gauze dress clung tightly to her body as the wind blew from above.

This garment already contained very little fabric.

Swirled by the gust of wind, her slender waist and exaggerated hip curves were outlined without reservation.

The skirt, with its slit reaching the upper thigh, fluttered in the wind.

Two long, dazzlingly white legs took turns standing still.

Ten rounded toes stepped on the wet blue bricks, the insteps arching in an alluring curve.

The soldiers on the city wall stared wide-eyed.

One by one, they craned their necks and swallowed hard.

Yu Ji didn't care at all about the gazes of the soldiers around her.

She bowed slightly, and the purple veil at her neckline draped down gracefully.

Two incredibly full mounds squeezed together to create a deep, unfathomable cleavage, the soft, white flesh seeming as if it might jump out at any moment.

"Master... what are your orders, Young Master Lin?"

Yu Ji's voice was charming, and her shimmering purple fox eyes stared intently at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo stretched out his hand.

He grabbed Yu Ji's slender wrist and pulled her sharply.

Yu Ji fell into Lin Mo's arms.

The two were standing very close together.

Lin Mo raised his free left hand and pointed to the enemy camp stretching for eighty miles below the city wall.

He lowered his head slightly, leaned close to Yu Ji's ear, and mumbled something incoherently.

Yu Ji listened attentively.

Instead of dodging, she leaned closer to Lin Mo.

The astonishing curve pressed firmly against Lin Mo's arm, and with each breath, one could even feel its amazing elasticity and softness.

As she listened, she looked in the direction Lin Mo was pointing.

Excitement gleamed in his purple eyes.

He nodded from time to time.

Every now and then she would lean close to Lin Mo's ear, her red lips slightly parted, and answer a few questions with a breath as sweet as orchids.

The way the two of them are acting.

This distance.

This interaction.

This doesn't look like a discussion of important military or national affairs at all.

It was just like a patron flirting with the top courtesan in a brothel!

Upon hearing Lin Mo's last arrangement, Yu Ji's purple eyes flashed with surprise, which quickly turned into intense excitement.

She gave a sweet laugh.

She raised her delicate, white hand.

She gently punched Lin Mo's firm chest with her small fist.

"Young Master Lin, you are truly wicked..."

Yu Ji spoke in a high-pitched voice, with the last syllable drawn out, so sweet it was almost cloying.

"But I like it~"

The sound was neither too loud nor too soft.

Just enough for the person next to you to hear clearly.

Standing two steps away, Qin Ruxue's forehead veins throbbed.

endure.

Qin Ruxue frantically chanted in her mind.

With a formidable enemy at hand and a million-strong army pressing in, Blackwater Pass is in imminent danger.

This woman was the savior Lin Mo had invited.

We must prioritize the overall situation.

I must not lose my temper at this time, and I must not let my soldiers laugh at me.

Yes.

In his line of sight, the woman in the purple gauze dress was practically hanging halfway off Lin Mo!

Those pale, white thighs.

The chest was almost touching Lin Mo's face.

And that sweet, coquettish voice, "I like it~".

boom!

Qin Ruxue's rationality completely collapsed.

The big picture?

To hell with the big picture!

My man is about to be seduced away by this vixen!

Qin Ruxue's face was ashen, and her eyes were filled with murderous intent.

He gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand.

A push with the thumb.

Clang—!

A crisp sword rang out.

The Lianhua Sword was drawn half an inch from its sheath, and nine-colored light flashed wildly on the blade.

A chilling killing intent instantly locked onto Yu Ji, who was still acting coquettishly.

Yu Ji raised an eyebrow, about to turn her head.

Lin Mo was even faster than her.

Just as the longsword was about to be fully drawn from its sheath.

A blurry figure suddenly appeared in front of Qin Ruxue.

A large, hot hand pressed precisely on the hilt of the Lianhua sword.

Click.

Lin Mo pressed the longsword, which was only half an inch out of its sheath, back into its scabbard.

Qin Ruxue was stunned for a moment.

Before she could even swear.

Lin Mo's other hand had already wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her sharply into his arms.

The two bodies were pressed tightly together.

The hard black armor slammed into Lin Mo's chest.

Lin Mo lowered his head.

They captured those two soft, red lips with pinpoint accuracy.

He kissed her deeply.

Qin Ruxue's eyes widened instantly. Her pupils dilated.

On the city wall.

Tens of thousands of Zhenbei Army soldiers stood ready for battle.

There was also a fox spirit who was barely clothed next to her.

This bastard actually kissed her in front of so many people?!

And it was a deep kiss!