Otherworldly Desert Dust

Xiao Chong couldn't move.

His ability to cry out was lost because of the prolonged torture he'd endured.

Gone was the high and mighty expression on Xiao Chong's face. His facial muscles had gone slack, and snot and tears mingled together as he began to plead.

"S... Senior Brother... spare me... spare me..." Xiao Chong begged in a hoarse whisper.

"Alright, you're not the one I hate the most. I'll send you on your way now. But don't rush. I'll make sure Senior Brother Gu Yue and Little Sister Qing Meng accompany you. The three beasts of your Holy Sect can then go to the Eighteen Layers of Hell together for reformation!" Wu Hen nodded, granting Xiao Chong's request.

When Xiao Chong realized that "spare him" meant "send him off," his legs gave way, and foul-smelling liquid stained his extravagant robes.

"No, no, no...," Xiao Chong continued to struggle in vain.

Wu Hen slowly tightened the Electric Slaughter Whip Blade. The laser-cutting power of the Electric Blade sliced into Xiao Chong's neck, severing his skin, blood vessels, and cervical vertebrae.

"Senior Brother Xiao, turns out you can stink too, hahaha!!" Wu Hen taunted one last time.

He thought that Outer Heaven Guests like Xiao Chong wouldn't lose control of their bladders. If he feared death so much, why flaunt himself before Wu Hen?

Perhaps it was the same logic as bullying: when a bully sees the one they've tormented suddenly grab a fruit knife, they often mock until they're stabbed to death, then look at the ferocious former victim in disbelief, unable to accept that their strong self could be killed by someone who once seemed like a humble slave.

Xiao Chong had barely escaped alive after being attacked by Ying Snake, with most of his Holy Power not yet recovered.

Seeing Wu Hen save the Lower Seed People, he arrogantly thought he could easily crush Wu Hen even in his weakened state...

Little did he know, Wu Hen's power had taken a qualitative leap in just a few days!

"I overestimated you—I didn't even need to use Black Frost." Wu Hen slowly released the Electric Slaughter Whip Blade.

Suddenly, Wu Hen swung the Electric Slaughter Whip Blade through the air, creating a dense web of electric blades that sliced through Xiao Chong's body!

In the next second, Xiao Chong's body fell apart like countless jelly pieces, plummeting into the reef-filled sea, washed away to nothing!

"Sssss~~"

Little Yi intentionally waited until Wu Hen completed his act, then flew out to capture soul breath.

This Xiao Chong was like a high-grade ginseng black chicken soup. After swallowing, Wu Hen even felt the Black Divine Material within him become active, giving him an urge and valor to lift his sword and demand from the heavens who the true master was!

"Did the Holy Father awaken??"

Wu Hen was excited. This hunt had fed many Cangxia-level delicacies to Little Yi. Despite being short of true Heavenly Light, the quantity sufficed.

The Black Divine Death Sword showed signs of awakening, which was Wu Hen's biggest assurance!

If he could summon the sword, how would he fear the Purple Robed Master??

"Hey, why are you ignoring me?"

Wu Hen was about to communicate with Little Yi, only to find Little Yi had fallen asleep again.

Eat and sleep—so aloof. How could Wu Hen not feel like he had become the cold host's tool, serving the lofty goddess?

Perhaps defeating Yin Pole Heavenly Court had truly exhausted him, needing ample nutrition and long sleep.

Wu Hen understood.

Thankfully, his constant feeding had shown significant results...

"Keep pushing. If I take down Senior Brother, Little Sister, and Ying Snake, it'll be enough for a bowl of Heavenly Light staple food. That would be another trump card, another option!"

A trump card you may never use but must have.
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This was the basic principle when contesting with Venerable Desert Dust; otherwise, you'd be mercilessly tortured and eventually, devoured effortlessly.

"You... you're one of us?" Tu Shanlan of the Red Eagle approached and earnestly inquired.

"At this point, I won't hide it anymore. I'm actually from the future. I'm your future husband. I know you're extremely shocked and uneasy now, finding it hard to accept, but it's the truth. I knew today's event would be a disaster for you, and if I didn't travel back through time to save you, it would leave a huge scar on your soul. So I came, risking imprisonment by the Time Administration Bureau, to change the timeline, just so that your future would be better." Wu Hen's face held a profound sadness and depth of one committed to saving lives and the past.

Tu Shanlan was thoroughly dumbfounded at first.

Even in the bizarre Alien Dust Era where anything against science could happen, the appearance of a so-called future husband was exceedingly hard to understand and accept.

"So what?" Tu Shanlan asked.

"Give me a hug, at least. I don't ask for much, considering your purity and innocence now." Wu Hen opened his arms wide, seeking emotional value as much as possible.

"If what you say is true, you wouldn't have known me in the future, because I just drowned in the cockpit," Tu Shanlan said.

Hiss~~~

Wu Hen gasped.

He recalled then—the Red Eagle had indeed outwitted Ying Snake in several rounds through her own wisdom and courage.

This Emperor Mecha pilot was an intelligent girl, immune to such silly sweet-talk.

Never mind, it was just a cheap thrill, and flirting with a pretty girl cost him nothing if unsuccessful.