Chapter 151: The Goddess’s Slave (2)

Xin Mei had no choice but to sway sideways, swiftly dodging the petals floating in the air.

Yang Hao seized this opportunity to dash off in the opposite direction. Truth be told, Yang Hao didn’t actually know the Great Sage’s Art at all—he had merely seen Maya use it before. In this desperate situation, he improvised, pulling out a handful of flower petals he normally used for concocting aphrodisiacs, just to put on a show.

With such a rare chance to escape, Yang Hao naturally wouldn’t let it slip away. He immediately activated his highest-level technique, the Flying Petal Phantom Steps, shooting off like a beam of light.

Whether it was due to being pushed to the brink or not, Yang Hao’s potential seemed to surge forth today. The speed of his Flying Petal Phantom Steps was abnormally fast. Everything around him seemed to blur past like the night slipping away. Cold winds howled beside him as he felt them rushing backward, yet he couldn’t see the path ahead clearly.

“Don’t run away!” Suddenly, Hunyuanzi shouted.

“Don’t run? If I don’t run, I’ll become a slave!” Yang Hao didn’t even slow his pace, panting, “Do you really think being a slave is easy? No more freedom, no more women, not even aphrodisiacs! What would you do then?”

“What nonsense! Who in their right mind would willingly become a monk if they had hair? Who would want to be a slave when they have freedom?” Hunyuanzi sounded equally frustrated. “But you don’t have a choice. As they say, if Heaven decrees you to be a sex slave, you can only accept your fate.”

“You’re dragging me down!” Yang Hao was already exhausted from running, “This is the most critical moment! Teach me something useful and get me out of this cursed place!”

“It’s useless. This is Heaven’s will, my disciple.”

“How can it be useless?!” Yang Hao felt his speed increasing to the point of near flight, “My Flying Petal Phantom Steps aren’t just for show! If I keep running a bit longer, I can escape from that damned woman! What kind of divine race is she anyway? She’s just a monster!!”

“Why don’t you stop and see for yourself?” Hunyuanzi’s voice sounded strange, “Sometimes when you’re running, you don’t realize it, but when you stop, you’ll find it’s all in vain.”

As Hunyuanzi spoke, Yang Hao’s heart sank. He knew his master was usually frivolous, but when he turned serious, it usually meant something ominous.

Doubt filling his mind, Yang Hao’s steps slowed. As the Flying Petal Phantom Steps faded, the previously blurred surroundings became clearer. As everything unfolded before him like an old movie, Yang Hao’s heart sank further. He felt as if the heavens and earth had become a cage, and he was trapped in an endless abyss, unable to escape.

What is the most despairing thing for someone trying to escape? Not obstacles or dangers, but realizing, after enduring countless hardships, that everything was in vain. That kind of despair could destroy a person’s very belief.

Yang Hao now faced exactly that. When he finally saw his surroundings clearly, he felt utterly defeated. Despite having used all his strength to run, he had not moved an inch from where he started. Previously, his Flying Petal Phantom Steps could carry him hundreds of meters in an instant—logically, he should have been kilometers away. Yet the reality before him was that he hadn’t moved at all. He was still within the giant egg formation, with the smirking goddess Xin Mei standing beside him.

“Monster?” Xin Mei laughed mockingly at Yang Hao.

“How is this possible!” Yang Hao was terrified to the core.

“With your meager abilities, you actually thought you could escape?” Xin Mei shook her finger arrogantly. “My Light Stream Shadow Steps control the surrounding space. No matter how hard you run, you’ll never escape my grasp!”

“Light Stream Shadow Steps!!” Yang Hao etched the term into his memory. He silently vowed that if he ever got the chance, he would master this divine art so he could better save his own life in the future.

“Among all the humans I’ve seen over the years, you’re the weakest by far.” Xin Mei still looked down on him. “Someone like you, what’s the point of living if not to be a slave?”

“Slave?” Yang Hao took a deep breath. He no longer tried to run but instead drew the Treasure Sword from behind his back, raising it high without the slightest hint of fear. “I, Yang Hao, may have been poor and bullied before, but I’ve never been a slave. I never was, and I never will be. You can take my life, but you’ll never make me your slave!”

“Do you have the ability to escape?”

“No!” Yang Hao replied bluntly.

“Then on what grounds do you defy me?” Xin Mei flicked her fingers, wearing the expression of a domineering queen, “Just submit to me obediently. It’ll save us both the trouble.”

“I don’t have the ability to escape!” Yang Hao nodded, then took another long breath. From his dantian, a stream of red energy surged forth, flowing through his meridians and spreading throughout his body. Yang Hao was now enveloped in a crimson glow. He stood tall with his sword raised, his aura surging.

“But at the very least, I still have the right to fight you to the death!”

In the blink of an eye, the previously unremarkable man suddenly displayed a dramatic increase in power, now resembling a true master.

“Polar Light!!!” Yang Hao roared. The Treasure Sword in his hand erupted in a dazzling burst of light, brighter than ever before—even surpassing the brilliance of Garuda’s earlier appearance.

The light illuminated heaven and earth, then exploded. Countless radiant threads shot toward Xin Mei, beautiful as a rainbow yet deadly as a blade, a perfect fusion of beauty and death.

Yang Hao had used “Polar Light” before. Though not always effective, it was a sword technique bordering on divine. Today, his mastery surpassed anything he had achieved previously—even rivaling true masters of the light blade. The power of his Polar Light was now so immense that a mere fraction of its strength could slaughter thousands. And now, all that dazzling, incomparable brilliance was aimed solely at Xin Mei.

Xin Mei was deeply alarmed. In an instant, her assessment of Yang Hao’s combat power completely reversed. Previously, she had considered him the weakest human in history, so weak it was baffling how someone so useless had been sent here. But now, Yang Hao’s power had skyrocketed, matching the strongest humans she had encountered. Especially this Polar Light technique—its power was so great that even a goddess like Xin Mei had to take it seriously.

What Xin Mei didn’t know was that the Yang Hao she had seen before was merely a version of him with his power suppressed. The elixir within his dantian, the source of his true strength, had been sealed. But at this critical moment, master and disciple worked in perfect harmony, unleashing the full power of the elixir. With the dantian’s energy supporting him, Yang Hao was able to unleash the Polar Light to its fullest potential.

The Polar Light’s brilliance shot toward Xin Mei’s face. Yang Hao, a man well-versed in understanding women, knew that beauty was their most cherished asset—even at the brink of death, they would prioritize protecting their looks.

Sure enough, when Xin Mei saw the relentless threads of light rushing toward her face, she abandoned all thoughts of counterattack and focused solely on protecting her beauty. She extended her delicate hands, tracing a circle in front of her face. Instantly, a black vortex appeared before her, swirling violently in the air. The vortex possessed a powerful suction force, drawing in every ray of Polar Light that approached.

This was Xin Mei’s “Black Hole Technique,” a divine art indeed. All gravitational techniques used by ordinary beings originated from this, even Maya’s “Great Sage Attraction Art” being merely a superficial imitation of the Black Hole Technique.

Legend had it that in ancient times, the universe had no black holes, causing gravitational chaos between planets and constant cosmic instability. Eventually, many divine races united and performed the Black Hole Technique at critical cosmic points, creating terrifying black holes with mysterious suction power capable of absorbing interstellar gravity. With these black holes in place, the universe finally achieved harmony and stability.

Given its cosmic-scale power, one could imagine the might of the Black Hole Technique. Though Xin Mei’s version was localized, its power was formidable enough. Yang Hao’s Polar Light offered no resistance before being sucked into the black hole, its energy completely absorbed and neutralized by Xin Mei.

Though the Polar Light failed to land a decisive blow, Yang Hao hadn’t truly expected it to. He had only used it to distract Xin Mei. As she focused intently on protecting her face with the Black Hole Technique, Yang Hao seized the moment. He once again summoned his Flame Sword, gripping it with both hands as he raised it high. With a surge of true energy, the sword’s flame extended several feet, with five golden-red fire dragons winding up its length, making the blade shine like a divine artifact.

“Five Dragon Slash!!!” Yang Hao’s voice thundered like a descending god. He swung the sword downward, channeling all his power into this single strike. The flames scorched the air, making it blisteringly hot. Time itself seemed to freeze, with only the flames radiating death’s glow.

The five golden dragons roared as they merged into the flames, amplifying the Five Dragon Slash’s power to an unparalleled level, becoming the sole mighty blade in the heavens and earth, descending upon Xin Mei, who had just finished dealing with the Polar Light.

The black hole above Xin Mei’s head dissipated without resistance under the heat of the Five Dragon Slash, revealing the sheer force of Yang Hao’s strike—so powerful it could rival even divine techniques.

Only in such a dire situation could Yang Hao unleash his full potential. This Five Dragon Slash was a strike capable of slaying gods and demons alike, leaving nothing unscathed.

Not even Xin Mei could escape its wrath.

Unless she did what she did.

But she did. That was the nature of the divine race—willing to fight, willing to die, but never willing to lose.

Xin Mei charged forward. Even in the face of the Five Dragon Slash and its unstoppable killing force, she met it head-on. She carried no weapon—divine beings disdained weapons. In this world, nothing was stronger or more powerful than their own bodies.

Xin Mei extended a single finger. Delicate and slender, yet brimming with infinite energy. Her finger met the fire dragon, a gentle touch that turned the world upside down. The fire dragon let out a mournful cry as its flames rapidly faded, all its power and momentum vanishing.

Yang Hao’s Flame Sword lost all its brilliance, clattering to the ground. This rare and formidable Five Dragon Slash technique was now powerless.

As for Xin Mei, though she had defeated the Five Dragon Slash, she hadn’t emerged unscathed. Landing on the ground, her face was pale, clearly having suffered severe injuries.

This was Yang Hao’s golden opportunity for a counterattack. Though he had unleashed the Five Dragon Slash, he had done so by releasing the sword, using the Flying Petal Phantom Steps to evade to the side beforehand. As Xin Mei dealt with the Five Dragon Slash and her focus wavered, Yang Hao darted forward, closing the distance until he stood face-to-face with Xin Mei.

Rarely in history had an ordinary human ever gotten this close to a divine being in battle. Yang Hao was now practically nose-to-nose with Xin Mei, close enough to smell her fragrance. Standing tall, nearly matching Yang Hao in height, the two were now chest-to-chest, an awkwardly intimate position.

“Bold!” Though weakened, Xin Mei still carried divine dignity. Seeing Yang Hao so brazenly closing in and acting so familiarly, she couldn’t bear it. Her wrist twisted, fingers forming a claw, lightning-fast as she aimed for Yang Hao’s heart. “I’ll take your life!”

Though this move had no fancy name, with the divine race’s strength, it was more than enough to pierce stone and slice through metal. Yang Hao’s heart was within reach—should her fingers strike true, not only his chest but even his heart would be crushed.

“Ah!” Yang Hao cried out in pain, but there was no time to dodge.

“Still not dead!” Xin Mei gritted her teeth in fury, tightening her grip as she prepared to pierce Yang Hao’s chest. But strangely, as she moved closer and tried to stab him, she found his chest as hard as a diamond—her fingers couldn’t penetrate at all!

Xin Mei’s eyes widened in disbelief, staring at Yang Hao’s chest. Her fingers made no progress, even aching slightly. “How is this possible?”

“Because of aphrodisiacs!” Yang Hao leaned in, his lips nearly kissing Xin Mei’s soft neck as he whispered, “A special aphrodisiac called ‘Ice Muscle Iron Paste’!”

This time, Xin Mei was truly being molested by Yang Hao. Enraged, she trembled, her face flushed red. Yet she dared not move, nor could she utter a sound.

Because besides Yang Hao’s lips on her neck, there was another thing resting there.

A dagger. An invisible dagger. Though hidden in the air, the blade was unquestionably pressed against Xin Mei’s throat.

“Wind Blade!” Yang Hao laughed triumphantly, “Have divine beings ever experienced the taste of being ambushed before?”