Chapter 963: Chapter 931: Brutality

Xia Feng slightly bent forward, his dark eyes suddenly locking in close with those fox-grey eyes.

The eternal cold pool of Huang Zhaoyue’s eyes became even icier, and a sense of disgust rose in her heart. Yet the man’s large hand suddenly clamped down on her chin, forcing her head upwards!

The fox-grey eyes slightly flinched, barely perceptibly.

How dare he…!!

“How dare you?” Xia Feng looked down from above, his dark eyes cold and indifferent. “I’m very curious, Your Highness the Imperial Concubine, you, who is now not even a tenth of your strength and couldn’t even defeat Zhuo Hua, how dare you show disrespect to me like this on this warship with no one around?”

“!!!”

“Hmm?!” Xia Feng let out a curious sound and continued to lower his gaze.

His palm and her chin fit together, with no restraint in his grip, very rough indeed. Even though her body wasn’t a normal one, her face still felt the piercing pain, her pale neck arching backwards.

“Crack—crack—” The sound of bone cracking was heard as her right hand on the armrest clenched into a fist, her delicate white forearm showing lines of blood, humiliation and anger coursing through her body.

The sinister cold pool in the fox-grey vertical pupils rippled.

She had endured for millennia.

At this moment, she could endure no longer!

Xia Feng!!!

This king will definitely—

“Mmm~~”

The rough pad of a thumb pressed into her red lips, creating a line of blood between her teeth. The man looked down at her coldly, “Here’s the blood you wanted, drink it.”

His tone was flat and casual, as if tossing a bone to a stray dog on the roadside, then watching it eat with the interest of a superior.

“!!!!!!”

Bang—!! A string in her thoughts suddenly snapped, causing a chain reaction, the sound ringing in her ears, her sanity boiling over in an instant!!

“Bang!!!!” Xia Feng’s chest felt as if it had been smashed by a giant hammer, creating a huge dent. In an instant, he who had been standing high above Huang Zhaoyue was thrown onto the distant silver-white wall of the warship, which also caved in.

His neck was caught and lifted high by a woman in a black dress with a cloak.

Choking, Xia Feng’s face turned pale, looking down at the woman with those terrifying lifted eyes, he grinned wryly, his hoarse voice filled with helplessness, “As expected, you were hiding your trump card, truly insidious.”

Huang Zhaoyue’s strength wasn’t as she claimed, only a tenth remaining.

At least now, Xia Feng had no power to fight back.

This woman was actually guarding against him all along, even when they seemed to be aligned previously, she never told him the truth.

But this was normal.

If it were him, knowing someone beside him might stir trouble at any moment, he would also stay on guard… no, he would stay on high alert indeed.

“Uh, uh—!” The force on his choking neck grew heavier, breaking his thoughts, Xia Feng barely opened his lips, lifting his head with a hoarse voice, his dark pupils slowly narrowing, with a pale glimmer flickering.

The mutual repulsion of their bloodlines made both their emotions volatile and explosive, anger eating away at their sanity like gunpowder. Moreover, such intimate contact through Dragon Spirit Blood drinking inflamed both their evil thoughts, corroding their will.

He raised his hand to hold Huang Zhaoyue’s arm, so slender but impossible to pry open.

Splat—Instead, his wrist was held down firmly against the wall behind him.

Those eyes looked down with disdain, truly like a huge dragon the color of abyssal black looking down.

Yet the corner of Xia Feng’s lips slowly curled into a mocking smile, his hoarse voice dry and cracked from lack of water, “Huang Zhaoyue, do you know what you look like right now?”

Her cold and proud face was already frosting over, staring at him with chilling indifference, without speaking, simply intensifying the pressure in her grip.

Until Xia Feng’s face was choked to a blue-purple, physiological tears squeezed from his eye sockets and trickled down, his hoarse voice continued,

“Like a dog, a very aggressive dog.”

“!”

“A dog baring its teeth at me!!”

“!!!”

Bam!!! The slender hand around Xia Feng’s neck released, yet grabbed his other hand and slammed it against the wall above. Xia Feng gasped a breath of cold air, throwing his neck back, and the side of his neck was easily pierced and bitten by sharp teeth!

The woman’s soft black hair had, unbeknownst to him, shown a pair of abyss-black horns on the sides, with a giant scaled tail hanging behind her.

Xia Feng gasped again, the pale glimmer in his eyes growing brighter, sweat forming on his forehead as his body trembled.

This was not fear, but a reflexive rejection from intimate contact with something he loathed, goosebumps rising all over.

At this moment, Huang Zhaoyue truly seemed like a mad dog, wildly biting him, but no matter how sharp her teeth were, it was impossible to truly harm his powerful body through biting alone.

On the contrary, these bites seemed more like a form of flirting, hurried breaths brushing against his neck, sharp teeth carving only minor blood lines.

Yet Huang Zhaoyue showed no intention of stopping her biting, once that emotional floodgate opened, it was impossible to hold back. She seemed to pour the accumulated rage of millennia onto Xia Feng.

Even though the aura of Xia Feng caused her disgust, irritation, and fury, it was precisely this aura that allowed her to vent her violence and madness without restraint!

….

Huang Zhaoyue endured her disdain for Xia Feng, exerting herself greatly in absorbing for a long time, only to realize with a start that what seeped out was merely ordinary dragon blood, not Dragon Spirit Blood!

It wasn’t Dragon Spirit Blood!

“Give it to me!!” She suddenly lifted her head, her cold and elegant face filled with fox-grey vertical pupils, terrifying and predatory, her voice icy cold and commanding.

The Dragon Spirit Blood belonged to the soul realm, Xia Feng needed to be willing for it to be absorbed.

His dark pupils drooped, yet he had calmed down by now, speaking in a dispassionate voice: “I told you, it’s no use.”

“Whether it’s helpful, this king will only know after trying! Stop talking nonsense, give it to me!!”

“Instead of absorbing Dragon Spirit Blood to suppress the bloodline, why don’t you consider resolving the issue from the root?”

“This king said, Huang Shikai is protected by the Heavenly God, can’t be killed.”

“What I mean is, the real root of the problem!”

Xia Feng saw that she finally quieted down, his tone became reflective, “Your Highness the Imperial Concubine, why, when you’re truly free, you dare not run away, still staying in this invisible cage? Why is that?”

Since he wanted to help Huang Zhaoyue solve the marriage issue and lift the threat of the Pale Dragon God as mentioned by He Jianzhu, he needed full understanding of Huang Zhaoyue’s identity, the reason and means of her imprisonment…

Sure enough, after this emotional outburst, Huang Zhaoyue remained silent for a moment, and finally chose to speak.

Her voice was cold, “It’s the Dragon-locking Well.”

A well? Xia Feng was taken aback, “What do you mean?”

“Huang Ye adopted me when I was young, but also took away my Divine, sealing it within the Dragon-locking Well.”

“The Dragon-locking Well initially served as a prison for the Dragon Clan to confine rogue dragons, controlled by the Holy Cyan Dragon King, Saint Qing Boer. It could imprison all dragons except the two Dragon Gods and even preserve their Divine, killing them by destroying it.”