The next day.
Zhou Chen arrived at Bihua Palace, looking at the youthful and vibrant Xue Qiang. He inhaled the faint scent of her virgin body, feeling a surge of appetite.
Xue Qiang was rigid all over, allowing Zhou Chen to do as he pleased.
Zhou Chen was unceremonious, stabbing a sword into Xue Qiang's abdomen.
"Ugh!"
Xue Qiang's eyes widened, feeling a wave of intense pain.
But soon.
Xue Qiang's mind became intoxicated, unable to think much.
Sunrise and sunset.
Days passed by.
Outside the curtain, the rain murmured, spring feelings waned.
Where the wind and rain fell, indulging a momentary pleasure.
Drunk amidst beauty, boundless madness.
Easy to leave, hard to enter.
Flowing water and falling flowers, spring leaves, heaven and earth.
Boom!
A surge of immense power suddenly erupted from Xue Qiang's body, a blood mist flowing around, like a sea of blood and mountain of corpses.
"Blood Emperor Bloodline!"
"The Blood Emperor Bloodline truly awakened!"
