The air in Cell 4 froze. The killing intent radiating from Ye Chen clashed against the suffocating, heavy pressure of Feng Wuya's Golden Core aura, creating sparks of static electricity that popped in the damp air.
"Feng Wuya!" Ye Chen roared, his eyes bleeding from the sheer intensity of his rage. "Get away from her!"
He lunged.
It was a desperate, suicidal strike. Ye Chen burned his Life Blood, channeling every ounce of his Foundation Establishment Qi into his black iron sword. A phantom image of a roaring dragon appeared behind him—the manifestation of the Old Yan's power assisting him from the ring.
"Dragon Slaying Slash!"
The blade aimed straight for Feng Wuya's throat.
Feng Wuya didn't draw a weapon. He didn't even spill his wine. He simply raised two fingers.
PING.
The black iron sword—a treasure Ye Chen had found in a hidden realm—stopped dead, caught between Feng Wuya's index and middle fingers.
The momentum of the charge shattered Ye Chen's wrists.
CRACK.
"GAAH!" Ye Chen screamed, dropping to his knees, but the sword remained suspended in the air, held by the Villain.
"A dragon?" Feng Wuya sneered, looking at the phantom behind Ye Chen. "That looks more like a garden lizard."
He twisted his fingers.
SNAP.
The black iron sword shattered into shrapnel.
Feng Wuya lashed out with a casual backhand kick. It connected with Ye Chen's chest.
THUD.
Ye Chen flew across the room like a ragdoll, smashing into the stone wall directly opposite the Wooden Horse. He slid down, coughing up mouthfuls of visceral chunks. His ribs were pulverized. He tried to stand, but his legs wouldn't obey.
"Teacher... help me..." Ye Chen wheezed to his ring.
"I tried, boy..." Old Yan's voice was weak. "His aura... it suppresses souls. I can't manifest!"
Feng Wuya walked over to Ye Chen slowly, his boots clicking on the stone. He looked down at the broken protagonist.
"You brought a toy sword to a god's house," Feng Wuya said. He reached down and grabbed Ye Chen's left hand—the one with the ring.
"And you're relying on a ghost."
He ripped the ring off Ye Chen's finger.
"NO! GIVE IT BACK!" Ye Chen reached out with his shattered hand, desperate. That ring was his destiny. It was his everything.
Feng Wuya tossed the ring into his own spatial storage, severing the connection instantly.
"Now," Feng Wuya said, grabbing Ye Chen by the hair and dragging him across the floor. "You came for a show. I'll give you the best seat in the house."
He dragged Ye Chen to the foot of the Wooden Horse.
Su Qingyue was still straddling the beam, trembling, her eyes wide with horror as she watched her savior get dismantled in seconds.
"Look at him, Qingyue," Feng Wuya said, forcing Ye Chen's face toward her exposed crotch. "He's crawling at your feet. Just like a dog."
"Ye Chen..." Su Qingyue sobbed, tears mixing with the sweat on her face. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."
Feng Wuya kicked Ye Chen's knees, breaking them backward to ensure he couldn't move. He then used a Binding Talisman to pin Ye Chen's upper body upright against the wooden leg of the horse.
Ye Chen was immobilized. His face was mere inches from Su Qingyue's dangling, shackled feet. If he looked up, he was looking directly into the split, wet, branded flower of his fiancée.
"Don't close your eyes," Feng Wuya warned Ye Chen, his voice low and dangerous. "If you blink, I'll gouge them out."
He turned his attention to Su Qingyue.
"Get off the horse, pet."
He unlocked the weights and the chains. Su Qingyue slid off the beam, her legs collapsing instantly. She fell into the puddle of her own fluids on the floor, right next to Ye Chen.
She tried to cover herself, curling into a ball.
"Up," Feng Wuya commanded.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her onto her hands and knees.
"Face him."
He spun her around so her head was near Ye Chen's face.
"No, Master... please..." Su Qingyue begged, realizing what was about to happen. "Not in front of him... kill me instead... please..."
"He needs to verify the goods," Feng Wuya said, unbuckling his belt. "He needs to see that despite everything, the seal is still intact. Aren't you happy, Ye Chen? I saved the best part for you to watch."
Feng Wuya dropped his trousers. His member, fully erect and glistening with anticipation, sprang free. It was massive, veined, and terrifying in the torchlight.
Ye Chen stared, his eyes bloodshot, tears of blood streaming down his face. "Feng Wuya... I will kill you... I will kill you..."
"You're repeating yourself," Feng Wuya noted.
He walked behind Su Qingyue. He grabbed her wide, pale hips—hips that still bore the red handprints of the guards—and lifted them high.
"Arch your back," he ordered, slapping her ass. SMACK.
Su Qingyue cried out and arched her back, presenting her twin mounds to him, while her face was pressed close to Ye Chen's.
"Ye Chen... close your eyes..." she whispered frantically. "Don't look..."
"He's looking," Feng Wuya said.
He placed the head of his cock against her vaginal entrance.
It was tight. Despite the stretching on the horse, her vagina itself was still virginal. The hymen was there—a thin barrier of skin that represented her purity, her value to the sect, and her promise to Ye Chen.
"Look closely, Hero," Feng Wuya growled.
He pushed.
"NNG!" Su Qingyue gasped, her body tensing. The head spread her lips, pushing against the barrier.
"This is the Nine-Yin Ice Phoenix seal," Feng Wuya narrated cruelly. "A membrane worth cities. Worth empires."
He grabbed her waist with both hands, anchoring himself.
He drove his hips forward with a brutal, hip-shattering thrust.
RIIIIP.
SQUELCH.
"GYAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
Su Qingyue's scream tore through the dungeon. Her head threw back, her mouth wide open in a silent rictus of agony.
The barrier shattered.
Feng Wuya buried himself to the root, impaling her completely.
Ye Chen watched in high-definition horror. He saw the exact moment of penetration. He saw the skin stretch. And then, he saw the result.
Blood.
Bright, crimson virgin blood trickled out from the connection point, mixing with the clear juices of her arousal and running down her inner thighs.
"Blood," Feng Wuya laughed, breathless with the sensation. "She bleeds for me, Ye Chen! Look at it!"
He pulled out almost all the way. The shaft was coated in red.
"You see that color?" Feng Wuya taunted, thrusting back in. THWACK. "That's the color of your failure."
"KILL ME!" Ye Chen screamed, thrashing against his bonds, his mind snapping. "JUST KILL ME!"
"Not yet."
Feng Wuya began to pound her.
CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.
The sound of flesh colliding echoed rhythmically. Su Qingyue was helpless. The pain of the tearing was sharp, but the Yang Energy from Feng Wuya's Golden Core immediately began to flood her system, reacting with the aphrodisiacs still in her blood.
The agony began to twist into a dark, confusing pleasure. Her body, starved for Yang, clamped down on his cock, trying to suck him deeper.
"Ah... ah... it hurts... it's too big..." Su Qingyue moaned, her voice changing pitch. She looked at Ye Chen, her eyes hazy. "Ye Chen... run... save yourself..."
"She's tight," Feng Wuya groaned, sweat dripping from his brow onto her back. "Tighter than the Fox. Tighter than the Assassin. Only a Protagonist's woman feels this good."
He grabbed her hair, pulling her head up so she was forced to look directly into Ye Chen's eyes while he sodomized her soul.
"Tell him," Feng Wuya ordered, grinding his hips in a circle, mashing her cervix. "Tell him how it feels to have the Villain inside you."
"No... no..."
"TELL HIM!" Feng Wuya slapped her face. SLAP.
"It feels... full!" Su Qingyue sobbed, breaking completely. "He's... filling me! Ye Chen... he's so deep!"
Ye Chen vomited blood again, his spirit foundation cracking. The woman he loved, the icy, pure goddess, was being bred like an animal two feet from his face, confessing the fullness of another man.
"Good bitch," Feng Wuya praised.
He sped up. The friction was incredible. The Sovereign Yin-Yang Joyous Union Scripture roared to life. He felt the massive reservoir of her Primal Yin—the energy she had been saving since birth—rushing into his body. It was cold, pure, and incredibly potent.
His cultivation began to climb. Golden Core Middle Stage... Late Stage...
"I'm going to ruin her for you, Ye Chen," Feng Wuya panted. "I'm going to dump so much seed in her she'll be pregnant with my bastard before sunrise."
"AAAAHH! MASTER! I'M BREAKING!" Su Qingyue shrieked, her toes curling, her fingers scratching the stone floor. The pleasure overtook the pain. Her hips began to move on their own, meeting his thrusts.
"Receive it! Receive your new destiny!"
Feng Wuya slammed into her, bottoming out against her womb.
"RRRAAAAHHH!"
He unleashed.
It was a torrential release. The accumulated energy of his cultivation, mixed with the stolen destiny of the ring, pumped into her.
Su Qingyue's eyes rolled back white. Her body went rigid, convulsing violently.
"NNNGGGGGYYYYAAAA!"
She climaxed. A full-body, mind-wiping orgasm induced by the dual cultivation and the absolute dominance. Her vaginal walls fluttered wildly, milking him dry.
Ye Chen watched as white fluid began to leak out of her, mixing with the virgin blood, dripping onto the dungeon floor.
[Ding! Conquest Complete.] [Target: Su Qingyue (Heroine). Virginity Taken.] [Status: Fallen. Imprinted.] [Protagonist's Heart Demon Created.] [Destiny Points +10,000.] [Cultivation Breakthrough: Golden Core - Peak Stage.]
Feng Wuya stayed inside her for a long minute, letting the aftershocks fade. Then, he pulled out with a loud, wet pop.
Su Qingyue collapsed onto her stomach, twitching, her branded crotch messy with the evidence of the act. She was unconscious, her mind having shut down to protect itself.
Feng Wuya stood up, adjusting his robes. He felt like a god. He looked down at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen was silent. He wasn't screaming anymore. His eyes were dead, staring at the pool of blood and semen next to his fiancée. His hair had turned white from the stress.
"You..." Ye Chen whispered, his voice sounding like dry leaves. "You devil..."
Feng Wuya smiled. He reached into his spatial ring and pulled out a single Spirit Stone. He tossed it onto Ye Chen's lap.
"For the show," Feng Wuya said. "You were a great audience."
He picked up the unconscious Su Qingyue, throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of grain.
"Warden Gui!" Feng Wuya called out.
The hunchback scuttled in from the hallway. "Yes, Master! A magnificent performance!"
"Clean up the mess," Feng Wuya gestured to Ye Chen. "But don't kill him. Toss him into the Monster Beast Wilderness outside the city. Break his other arm first."
"Understood, Master."
Feng Wuya walked out of the cell, carrying his prize. He paused at the door and looked back at Ye Chen one last time.
"Don't worry, Ye Chen. I'll take good care of your wife. I'll make sure she remembers your name every time she screams mine."
As the darkness swallowed the Villain, Ye Chen let out one final, blood-curdling howl of despair that echoed through the dungeon, a sound of a man who had lost not just his life, but his reason for existing.