Within the underground palace, the stench of blood mingled with the oppressive might of divine power.
Oscar lay unconscious on the ground, the shocking crimson beneath his crotch starkly visible. Bai Chenxiang knelt quietly beside him, her eyes lowered, her long lashes casting faint shadows across her pale cheeks. There were no tears, no sobs—only a calm that was nearly deathly still.
Ye Xuan gripped the back of her collar, holding her like a young beast that had lost all will to resist, his icy gaze sweeping toward Tang San's livid face.
"Tsk, tsk, Tang San. Your cousin's skin is quite delicate."
Ye Xuan's fingertips deliberately brushed across Bai Chenxiang's slender neck. He lightly inhaled by her neck, his tone openly frivolous and provocative. "This pure, sweet scent of a virgin is far more pleasing than that hypocritical look of yours."
His voice was not loud, yet it carried clearly through the entire underground palace. Like poisoned steel needles, his words stabbed viciously into Tang San's heart.
Bai Chenxiang's body did not tremble in the slightest. The blood throughout her body seemed to have long since stopped flowing beneath the suppression of the Life Brand.
The rich, domineering masculine aura around Ye Xuan, mixed with a faint trace of life divine power, was like an invisible shackle. It locked down her Soul Power and froze her emotions as well.
Deep within her sea of consciousness, that pale golden brand floated silently, reminding her at every moment.
Her life and death, along with the survival of the more than three hundred members of the Speed Clan, rested entirely on a single thought from the man before her.
She neither struggled nor rebuked him. She did not even raise her head to look at Tang San.
It was as though the touch