I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

The Fallen God Starfield.

Its name is unknown, but its scenery is as its name suggests.

This is a desolate cosmic ruin, with shattered star fragments floating silently in the cold darkness like lonely graves.

In the center of the star field stands a colossal stone pillar that reaches the heavens and the earth.

At this moment, on the stone pillar, a petite figure was suspended by thick chains, her limbs pierced, and blood dripped down the chains, evaporating in mid-air due to the invisible malevolent energy.

That was a nightingale.

Her signature black clothes were now stained dark red with blood, and her body was covered with hideous and terrifying wounds, each one deep enough to expose the bone. Wisps of demonic energy swirled around them, preventing the wounds from healing and constantly eroding her life force.

Her breath was extremely faint, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Below the stone pillar is a platform built from skeletons.

Hundreds of Asuras, clad in blood-red armor and wielding spears, stood like statues, exuding a cold, bloodthirsty aura, completely surrounding the area.

At the very center of the platform, a woman sat upon a throne carved from a single piece of crimson divine crystal.

The woman was dressed in a blood-red palace gown, her face exquisitely beautiful, yet icy cold and devoid of any warmth. Her snow-white hair danced wildly in the star-studded winds, each strand seemingly imbued with boundless hatred and murderous intent.

She is Jade Rakshasa.

The newly ascended Asura Saint.

Her eyes were closed, as if she were dozing, but the lingering aura of a saint around her caused the laws of the entire Fallen God Starfield to groan, and space itself to appear distorted.

Beyond the platform, in the far void, countless figures of cultivators floated densely.

These people come from all the myriad realms and various races, and among them are some who are already well-known on the list of geniuses of all realms.

They were all there to watch the play.

Watch how the Asura Saintess manipulates that audacious successor of the Human Emperor.

"It's been so long, and there hasn't been a trace of that successor of the Human Emperor. Could it be that he's too scared to come?"

"Nonsense! How could I not be afraid? The person opposite me is a genuine saint! Didn't you see that oppressive aura? I felt my soul trembling even from this distance! No matter how monstrous the successor of the Human Emperor is, what is his cultivation level now? Heavenly Venerable Realm? Venerable Lord Realm? How dare he fight a saint?"

"That's true. The difference between a supreme being and a saint is only one step, yet it's as vast as heaven and earth. It would be truly foolish for him to come."

"I heard that the Jade Rakshasa was originally a Supreme Realm cultivator, but after being kidnapped by the successor of the Human Emperor, he reappeared as a Saint... What do you think happened in all of this?"

Upon hearing this, a tacit, lewd laugh immediately rippled through the crowd. They exchanged knowing glances, and the atmosphere instantly became awkward.

In a corner of the crowd, Ji Yunxi, dressed in pristine white, held a broken sword that had been repaired, but the cracks on the blade were still clearly visible.

She stood silently in the void, her cold eyes gazing at the dying nightingale on the stone pillar, a complex emotion lingering between her brows.

"Yunxi, do you think that guy will come?" Ji Wuchen couldn't help but ask. His face was a little pale. Ever since he was suppressed by Chu Feng last time and witnessed that incredible combat power, his feelings towards Chu Feng had changed from pure jealousy and anger to deep apprehension and... fear.

Ji Yunxi did not answer, but her gaze grew even deeper.

She doesn't know either.

Reason told her that Chu Feng shouldn't have come; coming would only mean certain death.

But for some reason, a voice in her heart said that he would definitely come.

That man was never someone who could be judged by common sense.

Time passed by, second by second, in this oppressive and eerie atmosphere.

Dusk arrived as scheduled on the third day.

The last rays of the setting sun cast a desolate crimson hue over this shattered starfield.

On the throne, Jade Rakshasa slowly opened his eyes.

Those were terrifying eyes, devoid of any emotion, filled only with unyielding resentment and chilling killing intent.

She raised her head and glanced at the nightingale, who was already half-conscious on the stone pillar. Her voice was like a cold wind blowing from the depths of hell, without a trace of emotion.

"It seems that you're nothing special to him."

The nightingale's body trembled slightly, and she struggled to raise her head, tugging at her chapped lips, letting out a hoarse and weak laugh.

"Ha... I was originally... the one who went to kill him, so why did he come to save me?"

Although she said that, Nightingale's heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and a strange sourness and bitterness welled up inside her.

Yes, why did he come to save me?

We were enemies to begin with.

What am I expecting?

"Since that's the case..." Yu Luosha slowly rose from the throne, his terrifying holy might causing the entire world to pale in comparison. "The damage he caused me, I'll first take some interest from you."

Before she finished speaking, she pointed her fingers like a knife, and a blood-red blade of light, wreathed in the laws of Asura, slowly pierced towards Nightingale's brow.

She wanted to torture this woman connected to that man to death, inch by inch, in front of the whole world, until she was consumed by endless pain and her soul was destroyed!

"stop!"

Just as the crimson blade of light was about to touch Nightingale's brow, a roar like rolling thunder exploded from the distant sky!

Immediately afterwards, a figure tore through the void and appeared in the arena.

The newcomer was dressed in black and had a handsome face. Who else could it be but Chu Feng!

he came!

He really came!

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

All eyes were fixed on that solitary figure, some shocked, some confused, some mocking, and some gloating.

Nightingale's eyes, which were about to close, suddenly widened the moment she saw Chu Feng appear. Her lifeless heart was as if a pebble had been thrown in, causing ripples to spread.

That idiot... how could he actually come...?

"You've finally arrived." Yu Luosha stopped what she was doing, her white hair moving without wind. She turned around, her cold eyes fixed on Chu Feng, as if she wanted to devour him alive.

However, what Chu Feng said next petrified everyone present, including Yu Luosha himself.

Chu Feng picked at his ear, looking at her with an impatient expression, and said in an almost complaining tone:

"I only slept with you once, why are you so angry and making such a big fuss?"