I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch
Chapter 803: 771. See how much he can endure

Chapter 803: 771. See how much he can endure

Before the Pale Dragon God, the vast universe seems cramped and small.

The woman in the emperor’s robe has the exact same appearance as Evil Dragon Miss, her beauty unmatched and her demeanor commanding.

Her gray cloud-like hair is elegantly pinned up with a golden hairpin, exuding a colder and more bone-chilling presence than Evil Dragon Miss. Her long legs are gracefully crossed under the dark gold emperor’s robe, her eyes closed as she reclines nobly and royally.

Xia Feng narrowed his dark eyes as he ascended the stairs, soon arriving at the cloud top via the sky-reaching stairs, facing the dragon head.

Noticing the woman still had her eyes closed, Xia Feng frowned: “Why did you summon me?”

The moment he finished speaking, the pale vertical pupils, reminiscent of Holy White Abyss, slowly lifted and the indifferent gaze that coldly overlooked everything gripped his soul.

A majestic divine sound reverberated through heaven and earth: “As my believer, during an audience, you should kneel with one knee, instead of being so improper and disrespectful.”

“…..”

“Dragon God, your true form doesn’t have so many demands.”

“?”

Demands? The woman in the emperor’s robe hadn’t expected that after just a few months apart, this believer had begun to act so disrespectfully again. She frowned, displeased:

“Precisely because the true form doesn’t understand the etiquette between divine disciple and ruler, allowing you to act recklessly, that’s why I need to correct your distinctly disrespectful behavior.”

“Kneel!”

Upon hearing her cold rebuke and seeing the indifferent vertical pupils, Xia Feng’s eye twitched.

Alright, alright! You’re formidable, have it your way for now!

He slightly bent his knee, kneeling on one: “Honorable Emperor Tianwu, your most faithful believer, here to seek an audience!”

Seeing Xia Feng reluctantly lower his head, the woman’s fine brows slightly raised imperceptibly.

It seems there’s still a long way to go to teach this arrogant believer to respect and revere the Lord of God.

But that’s alright, since Xia Feng can’t see the true form now, she has ample time to train this arrogant believer and restore the divine disciple relationship to normalcy.

And not like the true form, being immediately straddled by the arrogant believer for intimate greetings.

“My believer, have you obtained the Golden Sparrow Feather these past months?” the Empress asked sternly.

“No,” Xia Feng shook his head.

The Golden Sparrow Feather can help the Empress regain power, and is quite rare, not easily found.

“But now that I’ve arrived at the Fifth District, Golden Sparrow City, there’s a chance I might encounter it.”

Still kneeling on one knee, Xia Feng spoke solemnly, “After the Sumeru Battle ends, I’ll keep an eye out for it on your behalf.”

Seeing the believer’s earnest reverence, the Empress nodded in satisfaction; this is the stance a faithful believer should have.

“There’s no rush,” her vertical pupils narrowed slightly, “There is, however, a more important matter than seeking the Golden Sparrow Feather that I need you to attend to.”

“What?” Xia Feng looked up.

The woman in the emperor’s robe propped her exquisite cheek, speaking softly: “Do you know why all forces in the Empire place such importance on the Sumeru Battle?”

“Naturally for the Sumeru Throne. Didn’t they say it possesses the power to deprive divine status?” Xia Feng replied casually.

But the Empress shook her head: “That’s just one reason; not all forces aim for the Sumeru Throne.”

Xia Feng was intrigued, “Then what is it for?”

“Wrong.” The woman in the emperor’s robe tapped the armrest with her fingers, frowning, “Now you should say, ‘I am foolish, may the Empress enlighten me.'”

Xia Feng: “?”

Honestly, calling her picky is on point! Xia Feng admitted in exasperation, “I am foolish, may the Empress enlighten me!”

“Lower your brows a bit more; also, your tone is too laid-back, lacking reverence—those need correcting. Now, try saying it again.”

The lecture was haughty and condescending, inundating Xia Feng until he felt like hitting someone—this Empress must be “poisoned,” really aiming to teach him manners, huh?!

Some time later, he finally couldn’t bear it and stood up, unwilling to play this master-subordinate charade anymore. Raising his chin, he smirked: “Eighth Generation, you’re merely a residual soul of the Dragon God, not the true form; you have no right to scold me like this!”

“?”

The Empress hadn’t anticipated the believer switching gears so quickly, proving difficult to tame.

Her vertical pupils were cold, tinged with puzzling doubt: “My believer, why do you insist on regarding me as separate from the true form? You should understand, I am the Pale Dragon God.”

“No, you are not,” Xia Feng retorted with sarcasm, his dark eyes lifting faintly, “You’re just a dwindling dead spirit.”

“?!” Witnessing his provocatively challenging manner, the Empress’s anger surged uncontrollably; had anyone else dared to offend her so, they’d be beyond redemption!

She was typically calm but now an unexplained ball of rage stirred within her, her fine brows slowly knitting together.

Her fingertips tapped lightly against the armrest, and after a long pause, she exhaled softly and spoke calmly: “Very well, since you believe I’m not your Divine Lord, then I shall cease relieving your Divine Lord of the suffering brought by Evil Power.”

As she spoke, her vertical pupils gazed intently at Xia Feng, while spreading open a palm revealing a faint ‘Seal’ character, seemingly on the brink of shattering.

“Wait.” Xia Feng hurriedly reached out and grasped her wrist, his expression tight, “What do you mean by that!”

“Simply the literal meaning,” the woman in the emperor’s robe replied nonchalantly, “About a month ago, when I slightly regained power and linked with the true form—no, rather, your Dragon God—I could somewhat alleviate her pain.”

“However, it seems you don’t wish for me to assist the true form in relieving her pain?”

Xia Feng: “…..”

The Empress’s vertical pupils lifted slightly to observe Xia Feng, her palm slowly closing in preparation to crush the ‘Seal’ character—which, once crushed, would make alleviating the true form’s suffering impossible.

Xia Feng’s smile transformed from rigid to genuinely sycophantic,

“Empress, just joking! Honestly, I was just teasing you earlier~ Don’t take it seriously~”

“Oh? Joking?”

The Empress leaned back lazily, her gaze sufficient to suppress the Three Realms, admiring the believer’s quick shift from arrogance to humility, “But I do not favor jokes.”

“I am foolish, failing to understand the Empress’s preferences—I am guilty and deserve a thousand deaths!” Xia Feng executed a transformation at an unprecedented pace, once again kneeling before the emperor’s throne, filled with respect and solemnity, “Please punish me.”

“Raise your head.”

Xia Feng obediently lifted his head, the snow-white foot clad in the dark gold emperor’s robe approached, with clear red nails that hooked his chin, forcing him to crane his face even higher.

Above, the deft and languid woman’s unparalleled countenance was reflected in his dark eyes.

The regal woman’s divine gaze looked down: “So, now I am the Dragon God?”

“…..!”

Mere residual soul, just wait! When I devise a plan, I’ll have the Dragon God consume you! No, before consuming, I’ll have you ruthlessly humiliated!

“Lord of God, you have always been the Dragon God!” Xia Feng’s dark eyes shone with a sincere light, “Unquestionably, I, Xia Feng, have always been your most loyal believer!”

His powerful voice rang clear, filled with genuine emotion.

“…..” Seeing the arrogant believer was angry yet unable to express true defiance, forced to submit humbly, the Empress’s pale vertical pupils flickered, the nameless fire in her heart unfading, it burned even hotter.

It made her want to stomp directly on this arrogant believer’s face to see how far he could endure….just for the true form’s sake!