Holy Son, Run! The Demon Empress Wants You as Her Consort! - Chapter 23:
Chapter 23: Sword Will Manifested—Time for the Striptease
In an instant, behind Lin Ze, the golden silhouette of a colossal sword slowly appeared.
Within the sword surged the Yellow Springs, the River of Forgetfulness, and scenes of mountains, forests, oceans, and all of creation!
The Sword Will had taken form—who could possibly withstand it?
Everyone was dumbstruck!
As the giant sword descended, the overwhelming barrage of attacks crumbled like paper, vanishing instantly.
Sword Dao was born to kill! And this strike from Lin Ze was absolute—fierce, unstoppable, cutting through everything in its path like a hot knife through butter.
Boom—!
With just one swing, Lin Ze sent all the challengers flying!
Silence. The entire hall was dead silent.
No one had expected Lin Ze’s swordsmanship to have reached such a terrifying level!
Sword Will taking form—something sword cultivators train for over hundreds of years, many never achieving it. Lin Ze had done it at the age of twenty.
Many sighed inwardly.
“The Empress really has impeccable taste!”
“Who was it that called him a cripple, huh? Got eyes on your butt or what?”
“If this kid continues to grow, his future will be limitless! Maybe Netherveil Continent will produce another Sword Demon!”
Even You Yiran was stunned. Was her man really this powerful?
With a single sword strike, Lin Ze had completely won over the crowd.
Especially Li Wuya, the sword fanatic, who disregarded his status as a sect elder and tearfully clung to Lin Ze’s leg.
“Prince Consort, please take me as your disciple! Let me learn swordsmanship from you!”
“I’m begging you!”
“Sorry, I don’t take disciples.”
In full view of the crowd, Lin Ze walked up to the utterly shocked Black Demon Sect Master, grinning playfully, “Sect Master, time for your striptease.”
The Black Demon Sect Master’s teeth ground together audibly. He was about to curse when suddenly—an oppressive 9th stage Martial Emperor Realm aura descended upon him.
You Yiran spoke icily, “A bet is a bet. Sect Master, don’t break the rules of our demon race.”
“Empress, I…” The Black Demon Sect Master looked distressed, cursing his own stupidity inside.
He was a respected 6th stage Martial Emperor, a sect leader, a prestigious figure in Netherveil Continent. Now, in front of all his peers, he had to dance—a striptease no less?
He vowed silently: Over my dead body! Even if the Empress threatens me, I’ll never do it!
So what if she’s the Empress? That doesn’t mean she can humiliate me!
But You Yiran’s voice turned even colder, sending chills down everyone’s spines.
“Sect Master, are you challenging me?”
Boom—!
That terrifying Empress aura made the Black Demon Sect Master shudder uncontrollably.
Okay… maybe the Empress really is that impressive… maybe she can make me dance.
Fine! I’ll dance, okay?!
He forced a stiff smile and walked to the center of the hall.
In his mind, he imagined the movements of a courtesan. His hips twisted awkwardly, trying to look seductive.
Yet, in the eyes of the crowd…
What they saw was a charcoal-skinned black bear, twisting its body in pain as if its back were unbearably itchy.
Ugly as hell, yet trying to act sexy, like some grotesque version of a woman picking her nose while saying, “Big bro~ wanna have fun with me?”
Everyone watching felt nauseous, as if needles had pierced their eyes.
Even the usually cold You Yiran couldn’t hold back and let out a chuckle.
“Heh~”
With the Empress setting the tone, the rest no longer held back either.
“Hahahaha… I’m dying! I’m going to die from laughter!”
“That dance… looks like a polio attack.”
“I have no words… or rather, I have too many, but I’d rather not say them.”
Lin Ze raised his brows, “Is a striptease still a striptease if there’s no stripping?”
The Black Demon Sect Master roared, “Don’t go too far!”
You Yiran said flatly, “He’s right. A striptease must include stripping.”
The Black Demon Sect Master’s face filled with despair. Closing his eyes, he began dancing while peeling off his clothes, on the verge of tears.
His dignity… gone.
Suddenly, the voices of a few female disciples rang out across the hall.
“Ahhh!”
“He’s actually stripping—shameless!”
“Ew… it’s so tiny…”
Hearing that, the Black Demon Sect Master’s expression changed dramatically. He clamped his legs together, looking utterly humiliated.
“You—don’t talk nonsense! I’m still wearing underwear! How dare you say it’s small?”
To a man, such words were a massive insult.
The Sect Master roared angrily, trying to defend himself.
But one particularly knowledgeable female disciple spoke up calmly, “Ahem… actually, from the way it bulges under the underwear, we can clearly estimate the size.”
“It’s… totally flat. Like there’s nothing there at all…”
“You’re spouting nonsense!!!” the Black Demon Sect Master screamed, his face burning with shame.
Then his head disciple Lu Daoshi suddenly woke up and exclaimed, “She guessed it?! That’s amazing! When I used to bathe with Master, you really couldn’t see anything without a magnifying glass…”
The Sect Master turned around, eyes wide with rage. “Do you want to die?!”
Lu Daoshi nodded seriously and shouted, “My master’s little guy is only the size of a fingernail—mmph!”
The Sect Master lunged and tackled him to the ground, covering his mouth. “Why the hell did I take in a moron like you as my last disciple?!”
“This is retribution!!”
Right now, the Sect Master wished he could disappear into a hole.
“You—stop laughing!” he shouted, seeing Lin Ze chuckling beside him. His face was red as a tomato, and he clenched his back teeth so hard one cracked.
This humiliation is all because of that bastard!
I, Black Demon, will never forget this day!
Lin Ze grinned widely, “I’m getting married today. Soon I’ll be in the bridal chamber with the Empress. Just thinking about it makes me happy. What’s wrong with laughing?”
“You… you…!”
Pfft!
The Black Demon Sect Master spat out a mouthful of blood, eyes filled with despair. He had been so furious, he actually coughed up blood!
Just as the crowd secretly snickered, a disciple burst into the hall in panic. “Empress! A large group of demon race cultivators has stormed the palace gates!”
Boom—!
Right after he spoke, a massive explosion echoed from the distance. Several figures rushed rapidly toward the palace from that direction.
You Yiran’s expression turned cold as she stared into the sky. “Is Demon Origin Continent trying to go to war with me?”
“The Empress is right. Whoever it is—kill first, ask questions later!”
“The demon race is not to be trifled with!”
Many demon race experts in the hall were furious, but also extremely curious. Who would dare charge into Netherveil Palace like this?
Just then, a soft yet clear voice echoed through the hall.
“This junior, Luo Ruling, greets the Empress of Netherveil Palace.”
A graceful figure in green robes, barefoot, slowly entered everyone’s view.
Hiss…!
“It’s the Saintess of the demon race!”
“My god… she’s even more beautiful than the rumors!”
“Cough… well, she’s not human, after all…”
Gasps filled the hall. All eyes were drawn to her, dazzled.
You Yiran narrowed her eyes and asked coldly, “What are you doing here?”
“By the order of the ancestor, I’ve come to take our Holy Son home.”
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I cannot stop smiling, if I wasn’t at work, I’d be laughing like a hyena, poor Black Demon Sect Master.