I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch
Chapter 573 - 573: 541. Ice God Relic, Fake S-Class

"I'm curious, why are you so obsessed with a divine Half-Dragon?" Xia Feng wondered.

The golden-haired man looked down dismissively, "That's not something a servant should know."

"You have three more seconds to think about it," his knuckles tapped the armrest, his Heavy Pupils menacing.

Xia Feng held his forehead, helplessly letting out a sigh, "Are all of you from the Yeli family this brain-dead? 'Three more seconds to think'? Fuck your mom."

Xia Feng beckoned with his fingers, "If you want to fight, then hurry up and hit me, stop wasting words."

"..." The golden-haired man's Heavy Pupils flickered with a faint killing intent.

It was impossible to use Spiritual Clothes here, and who would win was truly uncertain. Xia Feng braced himself, just when he thought Yeli Kong was about to make a move.

Yeli Kong simply fell silent for a moment, frowning, "It seems you still haven't understood the situation you're in now."

"....."

No, I understand very well, it's a situation where either you die or I live!

Xia Feng cursed inwardly, but quickly judged from Yeli Kong's attitude that the guy really did want to contract him, a divine Half-Dragon, probably for some significant purpose.

Could it be like Jiang Qiue, coveting my Dragon Blood?

As Xia Feng pondered, Yeli Kong glanced at Mo Zixin standing beside him.

Mo Zixin, understanding, snapped his fingers.

"Click—" The floor in the center of the first-floor hall quietly turned transparent.

Xia Feng looked down to see the outer world raging like a doomsday blizzard with very low visibility.

However, as the Star Wheel gradually descended, piercing through the layers of airflow, one could faintly see that below was a vast expanse of land constructed of pale blue ice.

The icy land was broad and boundless, with no end in sight.

Below the ice layer, there were scattered bits of flesh and blood and wreckage of ships frozen in place.

Xia Feng, with keen eyes, could vaguely make out three female figures frozen deep beneath the ice layer, a kilometer down.

Both Cha Naixue and Jiang Qiue's cheeks were already spreading with layers of frost, purple and rigid in color, their eyelids half-closed, with no indication of whether they were still conscious.

Their about-to-separate Spiritual Bodies were also tinged with frost, suggesting that the power of the ice layer could affect the soul as well.

As for the woman in the nun's robe, her back was to the land above, and Xia Feng couldn't see her condition.

And as the blizzard continued to howl down to the ground and cover it, the ice layer grew thicker and thicker, soon obscuring the view of what lay beneath.

"This place is inside the 'Legendary Divine Relic, the Ice God Relic.'"

Mo Zixin, with an amiable smile, looked at Xia Feng with interest as he explained, "Little Dragon Man, do you know what a Legendary Divine Relic is? This is a terrifying place that can even kill the Venerable. It's an overkill to use against you."

He paused, then continued, "Every creature that enters this place cannot activate Spiritual Particles, cannot use Spiritual Clothes. Without appropriate protection, they will be forcibly dragged and sealed into the ice layer.

Now, those two Holy Daughters below the ice layer, oh, and a poor Elemental nun, their bodies, souls, and consciousness will gradually be frost-sealed, leaving them unable to think, unable to call for help, until the bone-chilling cold containing the Ice God's will kills their consciousness, extinguishing their souls!"

"Ha~ At that time, they'll die silently in this desolate land, unknown to anyone. Truly a sad ending."

Mo Zixin lamented while sighing, "It's a pity we can't take out these three beautiful specimens. Otherwise, they would definitely become works of art for the ages, fetching a good price from those old immortals in Zone 1. Such a shame."

"So, Little Dragon Man." Mo Zixin's tone shifted, and a smile curled up at the corner of his lips, "You wouldn't want to end up as an art piece like them, would you?"

Hearing this guy's incessant chatter, Xia Feng began to understand.

Enslaving him, a divine Half-Dragon, was only a secondary goal for Yeli Kong—the primary one was actually to kill the Black Moon Saintess.

But without any deep-seated hatred, why assassinate the two Black Moon Saintesses?

Xia Feng quickly realized that it likely had to do with some anomaly within the Black Moon Court; someone didn't want the Saintesses to return to the General Court and especially didn't want these two to live!

"Thump, thump—"

The golden-haired man lightly tapped his knuckles on the armrest, gazing down with a calm look, "Explaining so much to you is the greatest kindness I can show you."

"So, will you submit to me, or join those two Saintesses in death, make your choi—"

"I choose your mother." Xia Feng, having gathered enough intelligence, couldn't be bothered to entertain further, and while speaking with a 'civilized' smile, he struck the Chastity Bracelet on the ground with two punches, bang—

The golden light ring shattered directly under the monstrous strength of his Extreme Fist.

Xia Feng spread out the flame wings of his Vermilion Bird Demon Armor, and as the Flame Wings flapped, he shot straight toward the second floor like a scarlet specter.

The golden-haired man remained seated on the sofa, not moving an inch, only letting out a sigh: "Truly courting death."

"Snap—" Mo Zixin snapped his fingers again.

The pale blue membrane coated with Star Wheel dispersed instantly, and powerful currents of icy wind rushed toward Xia Feng like untamed wild horses, blowing him right out of the cabin.

Xia Feng didn't resist; he instead took advantage of the torrent to dive toward the icy ground.

He was very clear-headed; with just himself, taking on the three people on the second floor would be quite a challenge.

So the primary goal was still to rescue the three women under the ice layer.

And he also had no idea how Mu Qingtong was faring.

Although he had confidence in Mu Qingtong, since he'd only caught a rushed glimpse of Miss Mu motionless, he was still worried that something might have happened to her.

"Boom—!!"

Xia Feng, like a meteor, directly smashed into the ice layer with a thunderous crash.

Meanwhile, atop the Star Wheel.

"Tsk tsk, it's not easy to come across a Half-Dragon with such a high rank of divine blood, and yet he's about to die."

Mo Zixin cast a glance at Yeli Kong and chuckled, "Looks like Lord Yeli Dong's Holy Resolution Ceremony will have to be postponed again."

The golden-haired man shook his head with a light voice: "Lord Dongjun's Holy Release Ceremony indeed requires enslaving three Dragon King Level divine Half-Dragons, but if we can't enslave them, killing six of Dragon King Level will suffice to complete the Holy Release."

"Oh?" Mo Zixin's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise and clicked his tongue, "It seems that the intelligence network of the Mo Group is not comprehensive enough."

With that said, he gazed downward where the icy ground was faintly visible, nodding thoughtfully, "It appears this ignorant ant, even in death, still has some use."

Olivia listened to their conversation, her scarlet eyes slightly squinting:

"Golden-haired, I heard that if Lord Yeli Dong's Spiritual Artifact successfully undergoes Holy Release, it could ascend to Fake S-Class, is that true or false?"

So-called Fake S-Class referred to some A-Class Spiritual Artifacts that gained some features of S-Class Artifacts through Holy Release, making them stronger than regular A-Class releases and nearly akin to S-Class Artifacts in function.

The golden-haired man did not take offense at Olivia's disrespectful nickname, merely nodding before falling silent again, closing his eyes to wait quietly for the foolish Half-Dragon's death.

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