I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

Dragon God.

So this is the so-called deity behind Mr. Xia.

The woman in the black dress stood below the Holy Golden Stairs, looking up to see the exalted deity with the dangerous vertical pupils of a serpent, cold and majestic.

Mu Qingtong could feel that this Dragon God was enormously powerful, likely transcending the category of the Twelve Main Star Gods, with spiritual power that could rival her own.

However.

Before entering the Sealed Land, Mr. Xia had repeatedly warned her that this deity had committed heinous crimes, terrifying in nature, now sealed here as atonement. Yet his strength remained formidable, not someone she could provoke.

Mu Qingtong could only think how ridiculous it was.

For whatever reason, to have such immense power and be willing to humbly reside here for tens of thousands of years, how absurd.

Such a weakling who compromises with the world, an ignorant deity, also deserves Mr. Xia's submission?

Mr. Xia is truly debased!

Such a Mr. Xia clearly needs salvation.

She wouldn't mind lending a hand to Mr. Xia when necessary, to help him realize the true essence of the strong and break free from the bindings of the Evil God.

Compared to the deity, she was weak now; that was an undeniable fact.

But she was not without a back-up plan.

Even if stricken by divine punishment, she still had a way to survive.

Yet, what surprised Mu Qingtong was that when her gaze intersected with the Divine Throne woman, no so-called divine punishment came down, and not the slightest killing intent was revealed within those vertical pupils.

Only a supercilious look, narrow vertical pale pupils like an endless expanse of ice, cold and indifferent.

That was a gaze just like hers, harboring similar thoughts. Clearly, what lay concealed in the depths of the Divine Throne woman's vertical pupils was not just arrogance, but delusion.

——The ignorant delusion of desiring Mr. Xia's admiration and subjugation, to become the object of Mr. Xia's worship!

This was clearly a challenge.

In just a second, without a word spoken, and with neither side showing any intent to kill, Mu Qingtong clearly felt the Evil Dragon's challenge from those deep abyss-like pale vertical pupils.

A challenge, directly to her, to completely win over Mr. Xia's submission.

——Evil Dragon, I accept your challenge.

Xia Feng: "..."

An eerie silence filled the air, Xia Feng's mind in turmoil as if a nuclear explosion had erupted within, feeling like he was about to lose his grip, his heart uncontrollably pounding out after-images...

But after a moment of sluggish thought, he dared not delay any longer, and he immediately grabbed Ms. Fu, while also pressing on Miss Mu's shoulder,

"Dragon God, I'll come to you later."

He said this quickly, and with a slight shift in thought, he exited the Evil Dragon Space. To his surprise, he actually made it out?!

Evil Dragon Miss had not sealed the space to prevent him from leaving.

Xia Feng breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed his own face was still pretty significant.

Thud—Dao Kui followed, thrown out by Evil Dragon Miss, tumbling out of the space and landing on the ground, still unconscious.

Xia Feng wiped his forehead sweat and looked up at the woman in black, helplessly, "Miss Mu, is this what you call not breaking a promise?"

"I did not break my promise."

With indifferent beautiful eyes, Mu Qingtong said, "I promised to seal the soul, but I never agreed not to break the seal with a Spiritual Artifact."

Xia Feng: "!"

Playing word games with me, huh? Xia Feng was impressed, but also puzzled, "Your Spiritual Artifact can do that sort of thing?"

"Enough spiritual power will suffice."

"....!!"

Forget it, Xia Feng couldn't be bothered to argue the matter anymore, as long as the outcome was safe.

Thinking this, he arrogantly smiled, "Miss Mu! You should thank me, if not for the Dragon God taking my face into account and releasing you, you wouldn't even know how you died."

Hah—Mu Qingtong's beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, quietly staring at the man in front of her.

"....." Xia Feng felt somewhat uncomfortable under her stare, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Mr. Xia, are you usually desecrated upon that Divine Throne?" Mu Qingtong asked with a calm complexion.

"....." Xia Feng's eyebrows lightly raised, black pupils and the approaching beautiful golden eyes quietly staring into each other,

In a bit, his lips curled up, "Miss Mu, you seem a bit off."

The black-dressed woman's delicate eyebrows lightly furrowed, about to say something, but Xia Feng had already raised his hand to hook her exquisite chin, his black pupils staring intently at her, his smile brazen, "You risk death for such acts, why, Miss Mu, you couldn't possibly have fallen in love with me, could you?"

Love, how laughable a word. With indifferent golden eyes, Mu Qingtong looked up with a cold face, "Hold no wishful thinking, Mr. Xia, let me emphasize again, we are purely physical, I only possess desire and the urge to conquer you."

"As for seeing that Evil God." The woman in black slapped Xia Feng's hand away, instead pinching his chin, turning it side to side, "It's only because she touched my things, so I went to warn her."

"Warn?" Xia Feng's lips twitched slightly, scoffing, "You ran off with your tail between your legs, who's warning whom?"

"Mr. Xia, I was forcefully removed by you." Mu Qingtong said expressionlessly.

"Oh, is that so?" Xia Feng tsked and laughed lightly, his black pupils disdainful, "If I didn't save you, you'd definitely end up beaten by the Dragon God, wailing and groveling, and then still trot off with your tail between your legs, the result being the same."

Listening to Mr. Xia's contrived scornful words, Mu Qingtong was not very upset.

Because her current strength was indeed weak, that was an incontestable reality.

Being thrashed by that Evil God would have been inevitable.

But a temporary win or loss meant nothing, even if the Evil God chose to kill her in the end, it was a consequence she was prepared to face.

If needed, she would use her final trump card.

She could lose everything, except the dignity of being strong.

"Look, lost for words, aren't you?" Banter arose from the man's mouth, his black pupils filled with scorn and pride, "Admit it, Miss Mu, you are no match for Evil Dragon Miss!"