Chapter 46: Jiang Chen, the Demon King Unleashed!
"Mirror, mirror, on the wall—who's the cutest girl of them all?"
A playful voice echoed back with a nasal hum, "Of course, it's the most adorable little princess, Huo Yun'er!"
The moment she returned home, Huo Yun'er rushed into her room and changed into the gift her ancestor had given her—
A Butterfly Dream Violet dress, embroidered with bowknots and lilac blossoms that shimmered like fluttering wings in a dream of spring.
In that moment, she looked like a princess straight out of a fairy tale.
The anger she had harbored earlier completely melted away.
Na'er was gone. No one was left to steal her beloved Ancestor!
Hmph!
She was the true lady of this house now!
Swirling gleefully before the glass window, her joy was infectious—so much that Jiang Chen, who had been planning to send her to the forge, swallowed the words instead.
Forget it. For once, let the poor child rest.
Today, she deserved to be happy.
"Ancestor," Huo Yun'er suddenly said, tilting her head, "this dress isn't… the one you were going to give that white-eyed wolf, right?"
Jiang Chen nearly choked. Cold sweat prickled his neck as he stammered, "O-of course not! Look, it fits you perfectly. That other girl couldn't dream of matching your figure!"
Huo Yun'er nodded slowly. True—this dress fit as if tailored just for her. She laughed, satisfied.
Jiang Chen wiped his brow. Good thing he'd memorized their measurements; they were close enough to avoid suspicion.
He couldn't afford to slip up now.
Knock, knock!
The sound of a door being rapped interrupted the moment.
"Yun'er, go see who it is."
"Okay~!"
Lifting the hem of her violet dress, she skipped to the door. But when she opened it, she froze.
Standing before her was a small, strikingly beautiful girl with hair as white as snow and eyes colder than winter's heart.
Huo Yun'er paled instantly. Next to this girl's ethereal aura, she felt like a dull imitation.
"You… who are you?"
The little Snow Empress frowned faintly. "Is this Jiang Chen's home?"
At the mention of that name, Huo Yun'er's expression hardened. "Why are you looking for my brother?"
"Brother?" The Snow Empress arched an eyebrow, scanning the girl before her. No trace of soul beast aura. Ordinary human.
Of course the damn tiger would pick up strays again—how typical.
She smirked lightly. "I have business with him."
But Huo Yun'er stood firm, barring the way. Her instincts screamed danger—this girl was another rival!
Before her grandfather died, he'd entrusted her with one sacred task: guard the ancestor—never let anyone else steal him away.
Na'er had nearly cost her the household.
Now, finally, she could share a seat at the dining table again. There was no way she would let history repeat itself.
She planted her feet like a guard dog protecting its meal.
"Jiang Chen!"
The Snow Empress's patience snapped. With an icy flick of her wrist, a crystalline Emperor Sword manifested and pierced clean through the air past Huo Yun'er.
The sheer chill of its energy froze the surrounding space.
It embedded in the floor, mere inches from Jiang Chen's feet.
Jiang Chen: ??
He blinked, dumbfounded, staring at the furious Snow Empress framed in the doorway.
"What the hell? What are you doing here?"
Her voice was sharp as frost. "To wash away my shame!"
Without another word, she released her spirit power—suppressing it down to Rank 29 to match his level. Two yellow rings flared at her feet—
Which then transformed into glowing orange.
"Emperor Sword Technique—Ultimate Frozen Slash!"
Instantly, she charged.
Her sword carved through the chilly air, splitting the frost as she leapt over Huo Yun'er's head, slashing down at Jiang Chen with full strength—no mercy, no restraint.
This time, she would make him fall—force him to kneel and call her "Mother."
Jiang Chen sighed. Another insane woman. She saw him, and the first thing she did was start a fight.
"Fine," he muttered. "You want a battle? Let's take it outside."
A flash of light—and he was gone, teleporting into the courtyard beyond.
The Snow Empress followed, sword glowing like a shard of heaven's purest ice.
Jiang Chen met her gaze, calm and unafraid.
Then, with a faint smile, his own soul rings appeared—shifting from dull violet to brilliant god-tier gold.
No more hiding.
"I'm done pretending!" he shouted. "Time to go all out!"
"First Soul Skill—Evil Wheel: Thousand Blades!"
Evil, lightning, space, time, and wind—five distinct elements burst into orbiting blades of energy swirling around him.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The Snow Empress cut each streak apart with swift, icy slashes—but they didn't dissipate. They reformed immediately, dancing around her, striking again and again.
Evil corroded the mind, space twisted unpredictably, time flickered irregularly, lightning struck with violent bursts, and wind sliced sharper than any blade.
For anyone else, the barrage would have been death itself.
"Hmph. Such sloppy technique," she sneered. "So many years, and you've learned nothing."
Snow bloomed outward from her body. The courtyard—and half the sky—instantly froze.
The world turned white.
Emperor Sword Technique—Snow Dance Rises to the Sun!
This was her domain skill—one so powerful that even Di Tian had struggled to withstand it back in the Extreme North.
As the living incarnation of purest ice, her power was winter itself.
Within her domain, everything froze—matter, space, even time.
Shards of Jiang Chen's elemental energy encased in glacial crystal shattered soundlessly beneath her palm.
But Jiang Chen didn't panic.
After all, she was seventy thousand years old—a genuine power of the Extreme North. Crushing ice was her birthright.
Still, two could play that game.
"Second Soul Skill—Evil God Transformation!"
His energy flared violently.
In an instant, the calm, handsome Jiang Chen was swallowed by darkness.
Muscles tightened, bulging under ebon armor forged from pure corruption. His long white hair darkened, streaked with crimson.
A sinister "王" sigil burned upon his forehead; his eyes split into four gleaming purple pupils.
His hands grew into massive, furred claws—each finger ending in eight-inch talons that shimmered like black blades.
Behind him unfurled a pair of vast, obsidian wings.
Through the frozen air, he looked less like a man—and more like a living demon.
The transformation was overwhelming—unholy, magnificent, insane.
The Snow Empress startled, involuntarily stepping back.
"This… this power—so dark!"
Jiang Chen's voice echoed twistedly, distorted and demonic, laced with madness.
"Jie-jie-jie… Ready to be dominated, my disobedient little daughter?"
Power surged into his claws—the same ultimate strength wielded by Wang Qiu'er's simulated Golden Dragon Soul.
In a blur, he was behind her.
His monstrous hand clamped on her head, forcing her down into the earth with bone-shattering force.
"DIE—FOR YOUR FATHER!"
(END CHAPTER)
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