Just now, even if he had pushed the soul brand to its absolute limit, it would only have brought Bei Li Mo the greatest pain and suffering. But at this moment, Yang Kai truly felt that he could end Bei Li Mo's life with a single thought.
Of course, this might just be his own illusion. But if he really drove the soul brand to its limit, it would definitely inflict irreparable damage on Bei Li Mo — it wouldn't simply be a matter of enduring some pain before it passed, like before.
Bei Li Mo stared at him fixedly, then suddenly burst into laughter, rocking back and forth, her body swaying like a branch in the wind, laughing until tears streamed down her face.
Her laughter caused Yang Kai's expression to turn cold. He said in a frigid tone: "What's so funny?"
Bei Li Mo clutched her stomach and finally managed to stop laughing. Looking at Yang Kai with great interest, she asked: "You and Yu Rumeng... did the deed?"
She could figure that out too? Yang Kai was startled inwardly. He thought to himself that those who could become Demon Saints were truly terrifying in their powers of observation — to deduce such information from changes in his divine sense alone. He really couldn't underestimate her.
"Something like this can make you laugh? Your sense of humor is absurdly low," Yang Kai snorted coldly.
"Is that really true?" Bei Li Mo's beautiful eyes widened.
Yang Kai said proudly: "Ru Meng and I have always been of one mind, perfectly matched in love. Now that things have come to fruition naturally, it's a match made by heaven. What's so strange about that?"
"Nothing, nothing." Bei Li Mo waved her hand, the smile on her face utterly impossible to suppress. "My mood just suddenly got much better, that's all." She tilted her head to look at him again, her expression one of disbelief: "That woman really is willing to invest such a tremendous cost in you."
Yang Kai looked at her provocatively: "If you're willing, I could take you in too. Then you and Ru Meng could call each other sisters."
"Go to hell!"
...
Inside the Proud Snow Ice Palace, beneath the transparent dome, sprawled brazenly upon the soft couch that originally belonged to Bei Li Mo, Yang Kai lay in complete comfort, surrounded by a ring of beauties both slender and curvaceous.
Beautiful female Demon Kings peeled fruit skins and held the flesh to Yang Kai's lips for him to eat in one bite. Others held cups of fragrant fine wine to his mouth. Still others massaged his legs and kneaded his shoulders...
The most beautiful women, the strongest wine, the finest food.
Four words to describe Yang Kai's current situation: living like a tyrant!
Bei Li Mo sat off to the side, watching him with cold eyes.
The group of female Demon Kings serving Yang Kai all wore expressions of amazement. No one had ever dared to be so brazen in front of the Saint, and no one had ever seen the Saint tolerate anyone like this. Today they had truly witnessed something.
Ever since returning to the Proud Snow Ice Palace, Bei Li Mo's good mood had been completely destroyed. Yang Kai's various antics dealt a tremendous blow to her authority, yet she couldn't do a thing about it.
The door opened and a female Demon King walked in. Upon seeing the scene before her, she froze for a moment. Sensing Bei Li Mo's emotion, which had plummeted to freezing point, she carefully approached and leaned down to whisper a few words in her ear.
Bei Li Mo nodded slightly and waved her hand to dismiss her.
"Ready?" Yang Kai looked up at her.
Bei Li Mo said through gritted teeth: "It's merely five hundred thousand troops! How much longer could it possibly take!"
"Mm." Yang Kai responded, then finally rose from the couch. He straightened his clothes and said: "Thank you for the hospitality, Saint. We shall meet again."
Bei Li Mo's lips twitched. Her red lips moved silently without producing any sound, but from the shape of her mouth, she was clearly cursing.
Yang Kai added: "Oh, and there's no need to miss me too much, Saint. I'm sure I'll come to visit you again before too long." After saying this, he winked at her.
Bei Li Mo's expression was as cold as ice. She naturally knew that Yang Kai's so-called visit was a pretense — what he really intended was to check whether the soul brand showed any signs of being tampered with.
With a hearty laugh, Yang Kai strode outward with the bearing of a dragon and the step of a tiger.
Outside the Proud Snow Ice Palace, an army of five hundred thousand stood in five ten-thousand-man formations on the massive plaza. Despite the enormous number of troops, not a single sound could be heard. An atmosphere of grim solemnity shrouded the entire area. Each formation was equipped with eight to ten Demon Kings, among which High-Rank Demon Kings were plentiful.
At the very front of the formations, one person stood alone with an air of proud isolation. Upon seeing Yang Kai emerge, he immediately stepped forward and clasped his fists: "Brother Yang!"