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

Watching Lin Mo move through the million-strong army as if it were nothing.

Xia Jie's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead bulged out.

New grudges and old hatreds.

The plan was thwarted.

A man's dignity.

The culprit behind all this was right under his nose, brazenly trampling on his army.

Fear, astonishment, and frustration all coalesced into a raging fury!

"Lin Mo!!!"

Xia Jie raised his head and roared angrily, his voice as shrill as a ghost.

"Kill him! Kill him for me!"

He shoved aside the Left Army Commander who was blocking his way and drew his jeweled longsword from his waist.

"I don't care what kind of monster he is! Kill him for me!"

"At all costs! We must fill the gaps with human lives to kill him!"

Xia Jie wildly brandished his longsword.

The sword struck the solid wood low table.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

"Archers! Ballistae! Catapults! All of you, aim at him! Fire! Shoot him dead!"

The generals and messengers around him were so frightened by Xia Jie's mad appearance that they retreated one after another, their faces turning ashen.

"What are you all standing there for! Go now! Go to my palace right now!!"

He kicked a messenger to the ground and roared hysterically.

"Anyone who dares to retreat even half a step will have their entire family executed!"

The group scrambled out of the tent to carry out this seemingly impossible order.

Only Xia Jie remained inside the tent.

The sounds of shouting, explosions, and screams outside mingled together, piercing our eardrums.

Xia Jie, carrying a long sword, paced back and forth in the camp like a trapped beast.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

The longsword slashed wildly at everything in sight.

The expensive Persian carpet was torn to shreds.

The blue and white porcelain vase was shattered on the ground.

The sandalwood screen was chopped into a pile of broken strips.

"The Lin family! The damned Lin family!"

"Why can't I kill them! Why can't they be completely wiped out!"

Xia Jie was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

He lowered his head, his gaze falling once again on his lower abdomen.

The place remained lifeless.

No matter how many potent drugs he took, no matter how much those beautiful maids teased him, that place remained like a lump of rotten flesh, completely unresponsive.

He is the crown prince of the Great Xia Dynasty and the future ruler of the world.

But now, he's not even a man anymore!

"Ahhhhh!"

Xia Jie screamed in despair and slashed his sword at the thick wooden pillar.

His hand was shattered, and blood flowed down the hilt of the sword.

However, at that moment...

Ding-dong—

A clear, crisp bell sound suddenly rang out inside the tent.

"Hehehe, Your Highness, how have you been?"

A charming voice came from the tent entrance.

Xia Jie paused.

That voice... it sounds so familiar...

He turned around abruptly.

At the entrance of the main tent, a woman was standing there, seemingly out of nowhere.

A very thin purple tulle dress barely clung to her body.

The thin purple gauze partially concealed her ample breasts, barely able to cover them.

The neckline was extremely low, and the deep cleavage was still dazzlingly white even in the dim tent.

The side of the skirt was slit all the way up to the upper thigh.

Two fair and slender legs were exposed to the air without reservation.

The woman was barefoot, her ten round and lovely toes resting on the carpet.

A delicate golden bell hung on her right ankle.

She tilted her head slightly, her fox-like eyes, gleaming with a purple light, shimmering with tears, as she looked at Xia Jie with a smile.

The moment Xia Jie saw that face clearly, his eyes widened in fury.

Shock.

surprised.

Then came overwhelming anger!

Even if he were reduced to ashes, he would still recognize that face, those purple eyes!

Two weeks ago.

Changsheng Temple on Yunmi Mountain.

It's this sorcerer nun!

A flash of purple light drained him dry, turning him into a desiccated corpse and destroying everything about him as a man!

"Fine! You bitch!"

Xia Jie's eyes were bloodshot, and his facial features were distorted.

"I haven't even gone to find you, and you've delivered yourself to my doorstep!"

He raised his longsword, its tip pointing directly at Yu Ji.

"Good day! Good day!"

"I will tear you to pieces! I will throw you into the army camp and let ten thousand men ride you!"

Xia Jie roared and lunged at Yu Ji with his sword.

Yu Ji stood still, watching Xia Jie pounce on her, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

The tip of the sword was less than three feet from her chest.

Yu Ji lazily raised her hand.

He brought his index and middle fingers together and flicked them lightly at Xia Jie.

hum!

A purple burst of energy shot out from her fingertips, striking the blade of the longsword with pinpoint accuracy.

Click!

The steel longsword shattered into pieces, fragments flying outwards.

The purple energy continued its relentless march, slamming heavily into Xia Jie's chest.

"puff!"

Xia Jie was sent flying backwards.

boom!

He crashed heavily into the pillar behind him, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Ding-dong.

Ding-dong.

Yu Ji strode forward, barefoot, and walked step by step to Xia Jie.

Her purple gauze skirt swayed gently as she walked, revealing glimpses of snow-white spring light.

"Third Prince, why are you so angry?"

Yu Ji walked to the armchair and sat down gracefully.

Two long legs were crossed, the right foot was slightly raised, and the golden bell on the ankle made a series of crisp sounds.

"They brandished knives and guns the moment we met, it scared us to death!"

She rested her chin on her hand, looking down at Xia Jie, who was sprawled on the ground, her tone full of mockery.

Xia Jie clutched his chest, staring intently at Yu Ji.

His gaze swept over her wide-open neckline and her crossed long legs.

Although he became a eunuch, the visual impact remains.

This woman's attire is even more provocative and alluring than it was two weeks ago.

"Who...who exactly are you...?"

The anger he had felt moments before was dispelled by this sharp blow, and Xia Jie forced himself to calm down.

Everything happening before my eyes is too bizarre.

First, Lin Mo moved through the million-strong army as if it were empty, displaying inhuman and terrifying power.

And then there's this alluring Taoist nun in front of me, capable of inflicting serious injury with a mere gesture.

Why does Lin Mo, who was once a useless good-for-nothing, possess such inhuman power?

And what exactly is the background of this sorcerer nun?

Are there really gods in this world?

Did Lin Mo obtain some heaven-defying immortal inheritance through some fortuitous coincidence?

Xia Jie clutched his aching chest, staring intently at Yu Ji before him.

However, Yu Ji had no time to pay attention to Xia Jie's little scheme.

She came here only to complete her master's task.

Previously, on the Blackwater Pass city wall, Lin Mo pulled her into his arms, his hot breath hitting her earlobe.

"Go to the central command tent and bring Xia Jie here by binding him."

"Remember, stay alive."

Just thinking about Lin Mo's domineering and arrogant appearance made Yu Ji feel a familiar heat rising in her lower abdomen.

Ever since I became Lin Mo's succubus private tutor.

Her mind was now filled with thoughts of how to please that man and how to get more pure Chaos True Essence from him.

As for Xia Jie in front of us?

They're not even worthy of carrying their master's shoes.

but……

The reason she readily agreed to kidnap Xia Jie this time, besides completing the task assigned by Lin Mo, was actually because she had a huge question in her mind.

At the time, at the Changsheng Temple, she clearly absorbed all of the Third Prince's dragon energy.

Logically speaking, he should have turned into a dried corpse long ago.

How can he still be alive and kicking, commanding an army of millions?

This is completely illogical.

Did I misjudge him before?

This good-for-nothing actually has a special physique that is rare to find even once in ten thousand years, just like Lin Mo.