Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 312

Chapter 312: 161. Nine Bloods of the Dragon Elephant, Fire Worship Demon Sect (8.7K characters - Thanks to the alliance leader “Midnight Lance” book friend)_2

"Ye Fu!"

Yu Xuanwei couldn’t help but shout, feeling as if she had found a savior.

The boy with the black cloth around his eyes was indeed Ye Fu.

Ye Fu naturally heard many things from Yu Xuanwei’s tone, his mood was complex, for he never thought Miss Yu would ever seek his help one day, showing how tyrannical and what a rascal that scion of the Formless Ancient Race in the palanquin must be!

Song Yan held onto Yu Xuanwei’s wrist without letting go, casually spreading his legs while looking outside and giving a hard tug that made the young lady stumble into his embrace and then sit begrudgingly on his lap.

Song Yan felt the soft plushness of her behind on his thigh and hooked his finger towards the outside as if provoking.

He was here today not only to recover the "opportunity for his Purple Mansion’s Protective Thought" but also to test Aunt Xi’s limits... and if possible, he wanted to test the ancient monster within the Formless Token.

Yu Xuanwei sat in the unfamiliar young man’s embrace, her face pale, with an instinct to kill bubbling up, but recalling the words of the humanoid beast, she dared not move, forced to endure the humiliating close contact between them.

"No!!!"

Ye Fu shouted in furious grief, then turned to the white-haired middle-aged man beside him, saying, "Second Uncle, Second Uncle!!"

The white-haired middle-aged man did not respond, instead carefully scrutinizing the proud and stout woman standing beside the Flying Palanquin, and suddenly asked calmly, "Is that Princess Xi in person?"

Aunt Xi did not answer, coldly asking, "Fight or not fight?"

The white-haired middle-aged man said, "I am Ye Shuangcheng..."

"Fight or not fight?"

"Since Princess Xi is here, forget it..."

"Don’t forget it! Let’s fight!"

At these words, Princess Xi suddenly charged forward, with her fat fleshy rolls boiling like hot water, layer after layer, surging endlessly, her robust legs stomping violently in the void.

With that stomp, it felt as if the entire void shattered, with fragments swirling into a giant elephant’s hoof shaped by the Power of Thought.

The elephant’s hoof was not complete, giving a sense of incompleteness, yet even so, it was exceptionally powerful.

Before the hoof landed, below it mountains and rivers were like paper houses caught in a typhoon, crashing down with a roar, flattening peaks and valleys.

The white-haired middle-aged man who called himself Ye Shuangcheng was shocked, quickly exerting power to counteract.

However, upon coming into contact with the murderous elephant hoof, he was like a bird smacked away by a steel plate, plummeting downwards rapidly, submerged ten or so yards into the ground, creating an extensive pit thick with rolling smoke.

Princess Xi frowned, saying, "Boring."

In the pit, Ye Shuangcheng climbed out in a state of disarray.

Princess Xi looked down upon him, saying, "You lot are only formidable at night, why not wait until nightfall to fight."

Ye Shuangcheng did not reply, instead closing his eyes slightly, seemingly contacting someone by some means.

A moment later, he opened his eyes and sighed, saying, "Princess Xi, in trying to breakthrough the Late Stage of Purple Mansion, seeks a path through battle, I... shall not accompany you.

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