Qing Yanjing: Is My Disciple Someone a Crippled Battle Emperor Like You Can Threaten?!

At his words, Meng Chen nodded.

"Breaking the Serpent Seal is no difficult matter, but I have conditions as well. That depends on whether you, Ice Emperor, are willing to accept them."

Hai Bodong's expression darkened slightly upon hearing this.

He, Hai Bodong, had dominated the Jia Ma Empire for decades. He had always been the one negotiating terms with others; never had anyone dared make demands of him.

Did this brat really think a tiger fallen to the plains could be bullied by dogs?!

Hai Bodong slowly rose to his feet and fixed Meng Chen with a stare, a cold smile appearing on his weathered face.

"Conditions? Heh... Boy, although my strength is far inferior to what it once was, capturing you would still be no difficult matter."

"Now, I'll give you a chance. Tell me truthfully how to remove the Serpent Seal, and I can spare your life."

The moment his words fell, a bone-chilling cold aura spread from Hai Bodong's body. The temperature plummeted, and thick frost formed across the floor, tables, chairs, and walls!

More than a dozen ice spikes, each several yards long, condensed around Hai Bodong. Their tips gleamed with frigid light as they pointed at Meng Chen, as though he would kill him and seize the method if Meng Chen dared refuse!

This was the nakedly bloody rule of the Dou Qi Continent: the strong devoured the weak. As long as your fist was big enough, you could eat however you pleased.

Negotiation? Trade?

Those were exchanges only experts of the same realm were qualified to have.

And in Hai Bodong's eyes, Meng Chen did not possess such qualifications!

Seeing that Hai Bodong was about to attack after only a few words, Meng Chen could not help rubbing his brow and sighing softly.

"Must we really not talk this out properly?"

"Aunt Qing, I'll have to trouble you."

Buzz!

The small golden tower hanging at Meng Chen's waist trembled lightly. In the next moment, golden ripples spread outward, and inch-by-inch cracks appeared in the space between him and Hai Bodong.

A cracking sound rang out. Under Hai Bodong's shocked gaze, space shattered like glass, fragments flying everywhere and wrecking the surroundings beyond recognition.

Hai Bodong was also blasted away by the aftershock of the shattered space. He slammed heavily into the wall, his clothes torn in many places as blood flowed freely.

Immediately afterward, a peerless beauty with a voluptuous, proud figure and a white veil over her face stepped gracefully from the spatial crack. Her robes fluttered around her, and her bearing was incomparably noble, like a heavenly goddess descending into the mortal world.

Hai Bodong knelt on one knee, clutching his aching chest. He stared fixedly at the spatial crack glowing with golden radiance and the terrifying figure before him. His eyes abruptly widened, his face filled with disbelief as he cried out involuntarily.

"Spatial power—a Battle Ancestor expert?!"

Qing Yanjing lowered her violet eyes and looked down at the horrified Hai Bodong. Her gaze was icy, with killing intent flowing beneath it.

Her red lips parted as she said coldly, "A mere crippled Battle Emperor dares threaten my disciple? Do you truly think no one is here to protect him?!"

With that, Qing Yanjing raised her fair, delicate hand.

Golden spiritual energy gathered in her palm, forming a massive golden seal. Fotu divine patterns emerged upon it, heavy as a mountain as it suppressed the surrounding space.

Fotu World-Suppressing Seal!

Qing Yanjing lifted her hand, seemingly ready to crush Hai Bodong to death with a single seal!

Hai Bodong's face changed drastically. He had never expected the youth before him to have a "Battle Ancestor" expert protecting him.

My life is over! Hai Bodong's face turned deathly pale as he shouted inwardly. If he had known, he would not have acted so tough. Now he was going to die!

"Aunt Qing, wait."

Seeing that Hai Bodong was about to perish beneath the Fotu World-Suppressing Seal, Meng Chen decided that was enough and called out to stop Qing Yanjing.

Qing Yanjing halted her jade-like hand just before it descended, but the golden seal still hovered above Hai Bodong's head, imprisoning both his body and Dou Qi.

When Meng Chen stepped out from Qing Yanjing's side, her delicate body gave an almost imperceptible tremble, and her long, ivory-white legs unconsciously pressed together slightly.

Looking at the immobilized Hai Bodong, Meng Chen spoke calmly.

"Ice Emperor, I will give you two choices. First, be killed here by my master. Second, join my Divine Court and serve it. I will also help you recover fully."

Upon hearing this, Hai Bodong glanced at the "Battle Ancestor" expert behind Meng Chen, reverence appearing on his aged face.

After hesitating for a while, Hai Bodong revealed a bitter expression and finally nodded. "This old man chooses the second."

"Good. From this day onward, you will be a Guardian of my Divine Court."

Meng Chen smiled in satisfaction. With Hai Bodong's submission, it also meant that the Mittel Clan would submit.

At last, he had a force of his own.

As for why he called it the Divine Court rather than the Heavenly Court, there was no special reason. He was a Divine King Physique, after all.

Meng Chen had Qing Yanjing remove her suppression of Hai Bodong.

As the Fotu World-Suppressing Seal dissipated, Hai Bodong rose with difficulty, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and bowed to Meng Chen.

"Hai Bodong pays respects to the Young Master!"

Meng Chen shook his head. "There is no need for Young Master. Just call me Little Divine King."

"Yes, Little Divine King." Hai Bodong immediately changed his form of address.

Then Meng Chen took a small jade bottle from his Storage Ring. Inside was a drop of Golden Divine Blood, giving off a faint sacred aura.

Looking at the Divine Blood in the bottle, Hai Bodong secretly wondered whether this was the miraculous medicine that would help him break the Serpent Seal.

"Aunt Qing, I'll have to trouble you." Meng Chen handed the jade bottle to Qing Yanjing.

Smelling the familiar aura emanating from the Divine Blood, Qing Yanjing was somewhat reluctant to use it on Hai Bodong.

Spiritual energy flickered at her fingertips, opening the bottle's cap. The drop of Divine Blood flew out wrapped in spiritual energy and shot toward Hai Bodong's glabella.

Hai Bodong did not dare dodge. He closed his eyes and allowed the Divine Blood to merge into his glabella.

At the same time, he felt an incomparably sacred energy spread from his forehead throughout his body, cleansing away every impurity and agitating the Serpent Seal that clung to him like maggots to bone.

The Serpent Seal had barely begun to resist when it melted like butter beneath the Divine Blood's purification.

With the Serpent Seal gone, Hai Bodong's tightly shut eyes snapped open, sharp light shooting from them as though it had substance.

Soon, a ferocious aura surged wildly from within the body that had been deeply suppressed for so many years, like a lion awakening.

Under that powerful aura, the furnishings in the room began to shake violently, and numerous cracks appeared in the walls.

"Ha ha! This damned seal has finally gotten lost! This old man is a Battle Emperor again!"

Feeling the surging, powerful Dou Qi within him, Hai Bodong's face was filled with wild joy as he threw back his head and laughed loudly.

How many years had it been?! The cursed Serpent Seal had plagued him, leaving his realm trapped at Dou Ling. He had not dared leave the Tagor Great Desert, nor had he dared return to Jia Ma Sacred City, afraid that his enemies would learn of his predicament.

Now, he, Hai Bodong, had finally recovered his cultivation. Not a bit was missing—he was still a Five-Star Battle Emperor!

He had never felt so refreshed!

After laughing, Hai Bodong bowed to Meng Chen once more. "Thank you, Little Divine King, for helping me. This old man is endlessly grateful!"

"Elder Hai, you are too polite. Since you have joined my Divine Court, I naturally will not treat you unfairly."

Meng Chen smiled as well, then added, "Now that Elder Hai has recovered his cultivation, I imagine it is time for you to return to the Mittel Clan."

"Perfect. I need the Mittel Clan to do something for me, so I'll have to trouble Elder Hai to make the arrangements."

Hai Bodong's expression turned solemn.

Sure enough, the Little Divine King had not helped him recover solely because he valued his strength. He also wanted the Mittel Clan behind him!

Hai Bodong did not dare defy Meng Chen and immediately said, "Please give your orders, Little Divine King..."