Feast Curtain? No, He Really Was Dancing!

The Succubus Queen did not receive any response she had been hoping for.

Her seductive eyes, enough to make even saints fall in an instant, now reflected an ever-enlarging sole.

It bore the tread pattern of a size 43 shoe.

It was still smeared with half-dried Magma Mud from the Abyss entrance.

Yang Yu sat on the Throne without even shifting his ass.

Only his right leg moved as if it had a hydraulic spring installed.

The muscles in his thigh suddenly tensed, stretching his pant leg taut.

In an instant.

He kicked out.

This kick carried no flashy divine power.

It merely drew upon one hundred-millionth of the physical strength of this Abyss body.

The air compressed into a visible Air Wall.

It even produced a Sonic Boom Cloud.

But that was enough.

"Wash your hair upside down?"

Yang Yu's cold voice exploded alongside the crisp sound of bones shattering.

"Then it'd be more convenient for you to twist your head off before washing it."

Bang!!

A dull boom rang out.

Like a naughty child stuffing a firecracker into a rotten tomato during the New Year.

Or a water-filled balloon being hit head-on by a dump truck.

The Succubus Queen's alluring body did not even have time to assume a defensive stance.

She did not even have time to let out a single moan.

She exploded directly in midair into a cloud of pink Blood Mist.

The Blood Mist did not disperse immediately.

Instead, it sprayed in a fan-shaped spread, evenly splattering across the faces of the Abyss Lords behind her.

Warm.

Sticky.

It carried the sickeningly sweet perfume scent unique to high-ranking succubi.

What seducing All Beings?

What Abyss beauty?

What countless admirers beneath her skirt?

Before absolute power, it was all less than shit.

Only a pink