For the Blood Demon Empress Wusha, men were the last thing on her mind; with spear in hand, she was a divine force. She pointed her spear straight at Li Lanhao's forehead, yet Li Lanhao remained completely oblivious to the impending crisis.
Suddenly, an ethereal and melodious voice echoed in the air:
"Give me the big bird."
Wusha's voice was melodic and soft, yet dripping with murderous intent.
*Gulp. Gulp.*
Blinded by lust, Li Lanhao swallowed hard, his eyes glued to Wusha's stunning face and red lips.
There was also the red-robed woman's flowing silver hair, her breathtaking cleavage, and the deep valley between her breasts, accompanied by a strong, intoxicating fragrance wafting through the air.
Could Li Lanhao still hear what Wusha was saying? In the prime of his youth, a pure virgin who had never even held a girl's hand, he would have to be a ghost to hear anything at all.
Seeing the way Li Lanhao looked at her—as if he wanted to devour her whole—only fueled Wusha's rage. She had lost count of how many total perverts like him she had killed. With a fierce and murderous gaze, she spoke coldly once more:
"I said, return the big bird to this Empress."
Caught up in the moment and consumed by desire, Li Lanhao had completely forgotten about the Ice Ridge Eagle. The first thing that popped into his mind was his own big bird—that was a man's most precious treasure!
Since he was little, his dad had told him that the big bird was a man's treasure meant for passing down the family line, so what did she want with it? As for her imperial title, he completely ignored it.
"What big bird?"
"That white big bird, give it to me."
Gradually, Li Lanhao snapped out of it. No longer staring blankly at Wusha, he gently pushed the tip of the spear aside with his index finger.
Then he became baffled, his head in a fog as he tried hard to recall the scenes of peeing and taking a bath.
"That's not right! Doesn't the big bird have a red head, a black body, and black fringes and whiskers?" Li Lanhao was telling the absolute truth. The big bird had been with him for twenty years; from the little bird feeding and growing into a big bird, he knew its entire growth process by heart. How could it possibly be fake?
Now it was Wusha's turn to be dumbfounded. What on earth was going on here? She had clearly seen the white big bird put into his Spatial Ring; how did a white bird turn into a black bird?
Wusha shook her head, her thoughts not straying in that direction. Besides, she had genuinely never seen the kind of "big bird" a man kept, so how could she possibly have thought of anything else?
"Kid, you're not just lecherous, you're dishonest too. If you don't hand over the big bird right now, see if I don't poke you to death with this spear!"
Hearing this, Li Lanhao felt his heart sink by half. He firmly believed this beautiful older sister was capable of killing him. Panicking out of shyness, Li Lanhao retreated two steps and blurted out:
"Silver-haired big sister, please don't misunderstand! I am definitely not trying to deceive you, nor am I a lecherous scoundrel. I'm still a virgin!"
"What? What's a virgin? Hmph, stop talking nonsense! Give me the big bird, and you... get to live. Don't give it to me... and you only die."
"This... this isn't good, is it? In this freezing weather, even piss freezes into icicles! If it gets frozen off, how am... I supposed to pass on the family line for my mom and dad..."
As he spoke, Li Lanhao even pointed a finger at his crotch. Although he was young and didn't know how to use the big bird, his dad's teachings were forever engraved in his heart; how could he possibly hand it over so easily? Besides, something this big—just how painful would it be to cut it off?
Wusha's muddled brain finally understood: this bird was not that bird!
Mind you, due to certain reasons, the Blood Demon Empress had been a lonely, proud, single woman for three hundred years. All the men on the Tianmo Continent who had ever tried to flirt with her had been turned into dust, every single one of them.
If the Empress had ever entertained the thought of marriage, her great-great-great-grandsons would definitely be as old as Li Lanhao by now, alright?
"You! How dare you flirt with this Empress? You're courting death! I'll kill you, and not only the big bird, but every single treasure on your body will belong to this Empress!"
Li Lanhao, who feared neither heaven nor earth, finally realized the gravity of the situation. The murderous intent radiating from the stunning goddess before him grew even stronger. For the first time, he felt an inexplicable fear, along with the overwhelming pressure emanating from the white-haired woman.
Yet, as a proud young genius of the younger generation, how could he possibly be afraid? Besides, apart from her formidable presence, the peerless woman before him was merely a lowest-level Martial Warrior; Li Lanhao did not sense the slightest ripple of spiritual power from her.
Clearly, Li Lanhao was a newborn calf that wasn't afraid of tigers, and he had underestimated his enemy.
Moreover, Wusha was born without a taste for idle chatter; how could she possibly continue wasting time with Li Lanhao in a meaningless negotiation?
For the Blood Demon Empress, she was merely killing a big pervert. Even without magic power, wouldn't a single thrust of her spear to kill him, followed by another to shatter his Spatial Ring, suffice? Besides, there might even be more delicious food inside the ring.
Li Lanhao, on the other hand, thought quite differently. Having spent dozens of days talking only to himself in the Snowy Wasteland, he had been dying to run into someone to chat with for three days and three nights.
"White-haired big sister, let's talk this out. Actually, we could team up..."
"Hmph! Wishful thinking! Though I don't know your name, I know very well that today is your death day."
"Hey, big sister, don't resort to violence. We really can team up to look after each other and walk out of the Snowy Wasteland together."
"Too much nonsense. Prepare to die!"
Li Lanhao genuinely wanted to team up with Wusha. Although the big sister before him was extremely tall—in fact, he had never seen such a freakishly large beauty—he even believed her peerless looks were enough to instantly kill any woman in the Jialuo Empire. If he protected her out of the wasteland, perhaps he could bring her home to fulfill his parents' wishes.
If he knew that Wusha was currently three hundred and twenty years old, Li Lanhao would probably have vomited in disgust!
How could Wusha possibly listen to his persuasion, let alone team up with him? In her eyes, there were only Li Lanhao's Spatial Ring and the big bird.
Wusha abruptly retracted her spear. Just as Li Lanhao thought there might be a turning point, the next moment he was dumbfounded.
Wusha stepped forward in a flash, her long spear sweeping through the air. Out of pure instinct, Li Lanhao whipped out his sword and held it horizontally across his chest to parry.
In a flash of sparks and flint:
*Clang!*
*Screeech—*
With a deafening crash, Li Lanhao was completely stunned. The sword in his hand bent into the shape of a half-moon as sparks flew in all directions. The mere moment of contact left both of Li Lanhao's arms completely numb; he felt as agonizingly battered as if he had been rammed by a mountain peak.
*Boom!*
*Puff!*
The ancestral Blazing Longsword of the Li family was bent to its absolute limit by Wusha's strike, and the heavy Blood Demon Spear slammed mercilessly against the flat of the blade and straight into his chest. Forget being hit by a bull—this damn well felt like being struck by an entire mountain range!
Unsurprisingly, Li Lanhao was sent flying backward.
With eyes wide open, Li Lanhao coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood, his heart filled with a shock too profound for words. Did a lowest-level Martial Warrior possess such terrifying brute strength? Had the world gone mad?
Was this what they meant by "there are mountains beyond mountains, and men beyond men"? Given the terrifying brute strength of this peerless woman in the boundless snowy plain, could she actually be a female beast?
Li Lanhao was launched like a cannonball, completely unable to control his airborne body. Whether he would land in a few hundred meters or a few thousand, he couldn't believe any of this was real.
Yet, how much better off could Wusha be? Following her berserk strike, she felt as though her chest were tearing apart. Her head spun and her vision went completely dark, though she managed to regain her senses a brief moment later.
Wusha knew this was caused by severe injuries and starvation, but she still didn't realize that, stripped of her physical mana, her body was also suffering from extreme oxygen deprivation. She felt she could no longer suppress the surge of heat rising in her chest.
*Puff!*
*Cough, cough!*
Wusha could not hold back, and coughed up a mouthful of stagnated blood. Leaning heavily on her long spear, she tried her best to steady her staggering body.
Yet this entire scene was caught by Li Lanhao. Still flying through the air, he cried out in fresh, overwhelming shock:
"What? A strike delivered while heavily injured... I... I actually couldn't block it? What kind of person—no, what a ferocious female beast!"
*Boom!*
A violent surge of golden spiritual power exploded high in the air. Left with no choice, Li Lanhao had to mobilize all his spiritual power to stabilize his body.
Otherwise, slamming back-first into the sheer cliff faces hundreds of meters away would have smashed Li Lanhao into a puddle of meat paste.