Yang Feilong left with Bai Lingniao. On the way, Yang Feilong spoke again, "You still haven't answered my question from earlier."
"You mean whether I'm familiar with Princess Vera Duoduo, right?" Bai Lingniao asked cheerfully and crisply.
"Yes," Yang Feilong nodded.
"I'm not familiar with her," Bai Lingniao shook her head, her clear and pleasant voice ringing out.
"How could you not be familiar? Aren't you a concubine of the Seventh Princess's father?" Yang Feilong asked, confused. "I heard you were even one of the more favored concubines!"
"Oh, favored or not, I've never even served him. After Emperor Vera summoned me to the palace as a concubine, he only occasionally asked me to sing a few songs," Bai Lingniao said crisply.
"..." Yang Feilong was stunned. "So, you're still a maiden?"
"Yes," Bai Lingniao said shyly. "You mustn't laugh at me!"
"Why would I laugh at you? I'd only dote on you," Yang Feilong chuckled lightly.
"En?"
Yang Feilong restrained his smile, realizing he might have had some ulterior thoughts.
"Ahem, in that case, you are truly pitiful," Yang Feilong said seriously.
"Pitiful for what? I don't like Emperor Vera!" Bai Lingniao huffed. "If he hadn't threatened my mother's clan, I would never have entered the palace."
"Alright!" Yang Feilong shrugged. "He threatened your mother's clan and made you a concubine, yet he never touched you. What's the meaning of that? Do you know why?"
"Oh my, you're so gossipy!" Bai Lingniao said coquettishly.
Yang Feilong: "..."
Yang Feilong touched his nose. It was indeed a bit awkward; he was being quite gossipy.
But wasn't it natural to be curious about such things?
Who wouldn't be gossipy!
"Because he thought that although I was beautiful and had a nice voice, my cultivation was too weak. Do you know? Those below the Nascent Soul realm would die after spending a night with him! He was afraid he wouldn't be able to help himself and harm me too, so he never came close. He just listened to me sing, and not even often. Perhaps once every six months to a year. Of course, this was still more frequent than other concubines, and he did have three thousand beauties in his harem," Bai Lingniao said charmingly. "By the way, I only broke through to the Nascent Soul realm last month, and by then, he was already dead!"
"This..." Yang Feilong was speechless, having only two words to describe it.
Utterly speechless.
However, this indirectly showed the power of the Purple Gold Demonic Dragon Emperor.
He liked beautiful women, which was consistent with his own aesthetic taste. And he liked beautiful and powerful women, because those with weak cultivation might not even survive a single night of his conquest.
Bai Lingniao had escaped death because her cultivation was too weak. Thinking about it this way, perhaps he hadn't summoned Qing Luan Alice to the palace before because Alice's cultivation was too weak then!
Alice's cultivation had only reached the Nascent Soul realm openly four years ago.
And by then, his relationship with Alice was already very close. Even if the Purple Gold Demonic Dragon Emperor knew about it then, he probably wouldn't have been interested anymore. After all, as an emperor, how could he take a woman who had been with Yu Ze!
It would have tarnished his imperial dignity.
"En?" Yang Feilong's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Yang Feilong's expression change, Bai Lingniao was startled and tightly hugged Yang Feilong's arm.
"Someone is chasing us," Yang Feilong said.
"Are they strong? Can we escape?" Bai Lingniao's voice was filled with panic, and in her worry, her voice sounded even more like heavenly music.
"Don't worry, with me here, no one can touch you!" Yang Feilong said with a light smile.
"No one can touch me? But you killed my son!" The voice of the Blood Lion Great Demon King boomed. He looked at Yang Feilong, his eyes filled with blood-red patterns, appearing extremely sinister and terrifying.
"Your son? You mean that little blood lion? Yes, I killed him," Yang Feilong looked at the approaching figure, a hint of playfulness on his lips.
"Since it's you, then die!" The Blood Lion Great Demon King spat out a long sword, his figure flashing, and he instantly appeared beside Yang Feilong. Gripping the long sword, he slashed down at Yang Feilong's head.
Yang Feilong gently pushed, and Bai Lingniao disappeared from her spot. He then swung his fist back, striking the Blood Lion Great Demon King!
Rumble!
A deafening explosion echoed. The Blood Lion Great Demon King was sent flying backward, while Yang Feilong also staggered back several steps.
"So strong!" A hint of surprise flashed in Yang Feilong's eyes. "No, it's that long sword that's so strong! It must be a spiritual treasure!"
Immediately, Yang Feilong's gaze became fervent.
In his heart, he could suppress a peak Integration realm cultivator with a flip of his hand, but that was under the condition that the opponent did not possess treasures like spiritual treasures.
The long sword in the Blood Lion Great Demon King's hand was undoubtedly a spiritual treasure.
"Such formidable strength, no wonder you could kill my son!" The Blood Lion Great Demon King appeared extremely arrogant, but he did not underestimate his opponent in the slightest. He knew his son well. Wielding a quasi-spiritual treasure, his son's strength was comparable to an ordinary mid-stage Integration realm cultivator. To be killed by someone in such a short amount of time, the opponent's strength was probably not much weaker than his own.
From this first exchange, he had already felt the opponent's power, which was truly no weaker than his own.
"Kill!" The Blood Lion Great Demon King roared and charged at Yang Feilong again.
Yang Feilong knew he couldn't get bogged down. If he lingered too long, more Integration realm cultivators might arrive, possibly even ones wielding spiritual treasures. Then, he would only be able to flee with Bai Lingniao!
Boom!
The next moment, a long sword appeared in his hand, the Swift Wind Thunder Fire Sword!
Holding the Swift Wind Thunder Fire Sword, Yang Feilong's combat power soared.
A top-grade spiritual artifact was naturally inferior to a spiritual treasure in power, but it depended on who wielded it. Yang Feilong, with the augmentation of his dual domains and the perfect fusion of two powers, unleashed a sword strike that was like Pangu cleaving the heavens and earth.
The Blood Lion Great Demon King's expression drastically changed.
The power of this sword strike reminded him of His Majesty, the Emperor of the Feiyun Empire.
His Majesty, the Emperor of the Feiyun Empire, was an invincible powerhouse ranked among the top hundred in the Demon Realm!
The Blood Lion Great Demon King knew he could not escape now, as this sword strike had locked onto his aura. He could only choose to confront it head-on.
Whoosh!
A scene of apocalyptic destruction, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing, appeared.
The Blood Lion Great Demon King's arm was severed by this sword strike. This was only because he had sacrificed his arm to save himself; otherwise, it would have been more than just a severed arm.
And the severed arm still held the spiritual treasure.
The next moment, the Blood Lion Great Demon King transformed into his blood lion form, recalled his spiritual treasure, and prepared to flee. But how could Yang Feilong give him such an opportunity? He followed up with another sword strike, then another, unleashing three consecutive strikes.
The Blood Lion Great Demon King's body disintegrated, scattering into a mist of blood.
Yang Feilong waved his hand, and the spiritual treasure long sword appeared in his hand. In addition to the spiritual treasure, there was also the Blood Lion Great Demon King's storage ring.
"Let's go!" The next moment, Yang Feilong appeared beside Bai Lingniao, his power enveloping her as they vanished from their original positions.
A few breaths after Yang Feilong left, four figures appeared in the area one after another.
"Who was that person? He actually killed the Blood Lion Great Demon King! Does the Vera Empire still have experts of this caliber? Why is his aura completely unfamiliar!"
"Even if the Blood Lion Great Demon King couldn't defeat him, he should have been able to hold on for a while longer. I didn't expect him to last less than five breaths!"
"Should we continue the pursuit?"
"Let's not. The opponent's strength is probably not inferior to ours combined. The reason he chose to flee might be because he was worried we would summon other helpers!"
"..."