The vast grayish-white divine power swept in like a tsunami. Ye Xinglan was startled and immediately raised her sword to block it.
Countless golden and azure sword energies flew from her blade, but they were no more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot, ultimately crushed and defeated.
There was no helping it. Chen Ming had already reached a full hundred reincarnations, while Ye Xinglan had only gone through a little over sixty.
On top of that, he possessed seven absurdly overpowered martial souls. Ye Xinglan, with only two martial souls, was simply no match for him.
Perhaps in terms of swordsmanship, Chen Ming had been surpassed by Ye Xinglan because he had spent so much time studying other things, but stats determined everything.
The defeated Ye Xinglan nearly burst into tears and threw a tantrum. Why was she still unable to unlock her master's defeat CG through her own strength?
"Xinglan, since you lost, just wait to be carried into the household in an eight-man bridal sedan."
Just then, a voice rang out. Ye Xinglan, still reeling from the blow, looked up in a daze and instinctively asked, "Why?"
"Didn't you say so? The winner gets to bring the loser into the household in an eight-man bridal sedan."
With his arms folded, he explained as though it were only natural. They were all players from his own family, all his people, so he might as well take them all. He had already become the Creation God—what was wrong with taking a few more wives?
Hearing that, Ye Xinglan's eyes immediately lit up. There was actually such a good thing?
After comforting Ye Xinglan, the next person's wish appeared. Yuan'en Yehui's wish was simple: she just wanted to be with him.
So, he chose to spend three happy days