As the once-supreme Blood Demon Empress, Wusha felt a despair she had never known before. Yet how could she ever easily lower her proud head?
Stubborn to the core, the Tiger Demon Queen would die before admitting her weakness and helplessness. She would die before acknowledging that she was utterly alone, unsupported, and powerless to fight on.
Li Lanhao shook his head and murmured softly, "What a recklessly stubborn woman."
Li Lanhao was utterly won over by Wusha's tenacity and obstinacy. For some reason, he found this overbearing woman deeply endearing; if it really came down to killing her, he might not be able to do it.
"You're all bark and no bite, and you're completely exhausted. Just go! Oh, and don't even think about it—I am not giving the Ice Ridge Eagle to you."
Wusha staggered forward, preparing to raise her long spear. For the first time, she felt the Blood Demon Spear weigh as heavy as a mountain. At three hundred and twenty years of age, having dominated the Tianmo Continent for over two hundred years, how could she ever allow herself to fall before an enemy? A true monarch would defend her dignity unto death.
As Wusha drew close to Li Lanhao, she mustered the very last of her strength to lift the long spear, the tip pointing straight at his heart.
Li Lanhao remained utterly calm. How could he fail to see that the ferocious beast's spear was as slow as a snail, posing not the slightest threat?
"It seems that unless I teach you a harsh lesson, you will never realize how unreasonable and incorrigible you are."
Li Lanhao grabbed the shaft of the spear, swung sideways, and pulled with all his might toward his chest. Wusha stumbled forward, falling headlong. But Li Lanhao made no move to catch her, simply letting Wusha crash down onto the ground.
*Thud.*
Taller, more imposing, and undefeated in battle even than Li Lanhao, the Blood Demon Empress—with her sensationally voluptuous and breathtaking physique—splrawled face-first into the pristine white snow, burying her exquisite face deep into the ice and snow.
Wusha planted her hands on the ground, trying to push herself up, but Li Lanhao sat squarely down on her lower back. He grabbed her thick, fair arms with his hands, wrenched them behind her, crossed her elbows, and pressed them firmly against her upper back.
Wusha felt utterly hopeless, yet she lacked even the slightest ounce of strength to resist. This was, without exaggeration, her first time being completely powerless to fight back. And yet, Li Lanhao's current strength was barely a few millionth fraction of Wusha's peak power!
Wusha could only writhe and struggle against the ground, a indescribable bitterness welling up in her heart.
*For the very first time in my life, I have been defeated—and defeated at the hands of some junior whose strength is no greater than an ant's? What right does this young man have to sit on my lower back? Why must I, the dignified Blood Demon Empress, suffer such humiliation?*
Of course, these were merely passing thoughts; the stubborn Empress would never voice them aloud.
Li Lanhao felt that the exquisitely beautiful ferocious beast kept twisting and shifting about underneath him, her body rocking back and forth so much that it felt rather bumpy.
As he pondered how best to discipline this berserk female beast, he turned his head and an idea suddenly struck him.
"This beautiful beast is large, voluptuous, and strong, with a smoking-hot figure. That richly rounded, gigantic peach of a buttock—who knows how many pounds of flesh piled together formed that little mound?
Since it's so ridiculously defiant, isn't it simply meant to be spanked? Besides, spanking her bottom seems like a punishment that hurts without doing any lasting damage."
Wusha was still crawling and writhing forward on the ground, her mind filled with a million variations of *The Empress has not lost!* How could the man sitting on her back ever let her have her way? He withdrew his right hand, leaving only his left hand pressing down on Wusha's wrists.
Li Lanhao raised his hand and brought it down in a fierce smack.
*Crack.*
A crisp, loud report echoed out. The Blood Demon Empress shuddered violently as if struck by lightning. She lifted her head, her eyes wide, her mind a complete blank. The Tiger Demon Queen's strong, stubborn resolve had literally been spanked into a temporary blackout.
Li Lanhao stared blankly at Wusha's billowing, blood-red dress, frozen in place. His own mind had gone blank as well.
It wasn't that Li Lanhao lacked composure; it was simply that the Blood Demon Empress possessed an exceptionally magnificent bottom, and this was his very first time ever spanking someone! After all, he was still an innocent novice.
Oh my, it felt as though time itself had frozen. After that crisp sound, the surrounding air grew eerily quiet, save for the lingering echoes of "smack, smack." The snowflakes drifted freely through the air, and the red-skirted bottom swayed gently back and forth.
After a long moment, the wind died down and the sound faded. Complete, dead silence.
Suddenly?
"Ah—!"
A continuous, piercing scream echoed across the Snowy Wasteland. Pulled back to reality by this heavenly sound, Li Lanhao shook his head vigorously, covered one ear with a hand, and averted his gaze.
As for Wusha, she found it all utterly unbelievable. Her naturally healthy, wheat-toned, exquisite face flushed as dark as charcoal in a roaring fire—and not because of the pain, for the Tiger Demon Queen's physical body was immensely tough and possessed a terrifying tolerance for damage.
*Thump-thump, thump-thump-thump!*
*Thump-thump, thump-thump-thump!*
For some reason, Li Lanhao felt as though he had committed some monstrous crime. Overwhelmed by shame, his heart raced like a galloping horse. Meanwhile, Wusha's heart, which had lain dormant for three hundred years, was beating wildly without end.
How could the once-supreme Blood Demon Empress have ever imagined that one day she would have her bottom spanked by a handsome young junior—and that too while pinned down beneath him like a newborn calf?
It truly proved the old saying: newborn calves are not afraid of tigers! If the Tianmo Continent ever found out that a man had spanked her bottom, it would undoubtedly cause massive upheaval across the entire realm.
Wusha could feel a burning heat radiating from her rear, so intense that even the icy wilderness could do nothing to lower the temperature, let on her burning heart. She was suffering an unspeakable humiliation; this single spanking was far more painful to her than dying a hundred times over.
"Shameless junior! You... you actually dare to spank the Empress's backside! You—"
Before Wusha could finish her sentence, how could Li Lanhao easily let go of such a prime opportunity to discipline her? A woman this stubborn needed to be beaten until she was thoroughly convinced, heart and mind.
"Who are you calling a junior? Looking at you, you're at most six or seven years older than me."
*Smack!*
"Ah! You... you still dare to—"
"I spanked you, what can you do about it? This slap is for your unreasonableness!"
"You... ah!"
*Smack!*
"This slap is for your impulsiveness and rashness!"
*Smack!*
"For your eagerness to win!"
*Smack!*
"For your inability to read the room!"
*Smack!*
"For your putting on a false front of pride and suffering for it!"
*Smack!*
"For your ignorance and audacity!"
*Smack!*
"For not knowing your manners and still trying to murder and rob!"
*Smack!*
"Ah, you shameless scoundrel! Let go—let go of the Empress!"
*Smack!*
"Ah, I—I'm going to kill you... you shameless thief!"
...
Li Lanhao chided her as he delivered the blows, looking remarkably like a husband teaching a lesson to his wayward young wife.
Pinned beneath him, Wusha struggled desperately. Waves of intense humiliation and piercing pain wrung her heart, and her sharp, piercing screams echoed back and forth across the Snowy Wasteland.
As the dignified Blood Demon Empress, Wusha felt a shame unlike anything she had ever known. Her royal dignity was being rubbed ruthlessly into the dirt; these heavy slaps hurt her pride far more than being killed ten thousand times over.
The Blood Demon Empress truly had no strength left to fight back. Even when driven to the absolute peak of fury, she remained powerless, hating herself for having sealed away her own magical power.
Besides, the sealing spell was immensely powerful. Unless someone whose magical strength surpassed her own unlocked it for her, or unless she ate her fill, healed her injuries, and fully recovered her physical stamina, she would never be able to fight again. Yet all of those things seemed a very long way off for Wusha at the moment.
*Smack, smack, smack...*
Li Lanhao raised his hand once more, landing a dozen heavy slaps in succession, followed by his deep, domineering voice:
"Fierce beast, tell me: do you yield or not? Do you admit defeat?"
"Li Lanhao, you shameless... do you even know who the Empress is?!"
*Smack, smack, smack!*
After three more slaps, Li Lanhao continued, "I don't care who you are—you're just a stubborn, unreasonable beast."
"You... wuwuwu... you damned thief, wuwuwu... In this lifetime, I, Wusha, swear I will not be human if I don't kill you!"
*Smack, smack, smack!*
"Still not submitting?"
The burning pain on her bottom wasn't what truly mattered; Wusha's physique was tough and she could take a beating. Yet she finally broke under the weight of her grievance, the shame, the humiliation, the pitiful helplessness, the utter loneliness, and the cruel twists of fate—until anger, sorrow, despair, and frustration reached an absolute peak.
For the very first time in the life of the dignified Blood Demon Empress, Wusha used tears to vent her inner pain and humiliation.