Chapter 245: Trample the Proud, Steal the Goddess, Bully Your Beloved Goddess? That's My Job (2)
In the silence, Su Qing had already turned his gaze to his long-lost little pet.
She stood there, those crimson eyes beneath her veil fixed on him.
With her posture and aura, she looked like a snow lotus blooming in isolation from the world.
Wanting to dispel this strange sense of distance, he stepped directly toward her.
It hadn't even been a full week, really not that long.
Yet one glance made it feel like they hadn't seen each other in ages.
He didn't like that kind of unfamiliarity, and decided to get rid of it.
And what better way to do that than with a warm, passionate hug?
"Stop! What do you think you're doing, you bastard?!"
"Stand right there, or don't blame us for getting rough!"
Before he could get close, two people stepped in to block him.
One was a bulky body cultivator, the other held a long blade.
Their auras surged—stronger than Zhao Ji by a clear margin.
The moment they stood there, a fierce battle intent exploded from them.
It was obvious—one more step and Su Qing would be facing a combined assault.
"Why are Ji Chang and Ji Li stepping up together? Are they seriously thinking about going two-on-one?"
"They're both well-known experts. No way they'd do something so shameless, right?"
The crowd of geniuses hesitated, whispering.
Honestly… ganging up on one guy and spreading that around would be humiliating.
Especially for these two cousins, both stronger than Zhao Ji—they really shouldn't resort to this.
"What, not satisfied with a fair fight so now it's a righteous beatdown?"
Su Qing raised a brow.
"Just stay away from Lady Ye, and we promise not to act."
Ji Chang replied earnestly.
"That's right. We absolutely won't let someone like you defile her!"
Ji Li nodded, clearly just as resolved.
The other geniuses immediately felt regret.
Damn it, why didn't they think of stepping up to protect her too?
Maybe it wasn't too late—should they jump in now?
Before they could act, two figures flew past overhead.
After crashing through two trees, they finally hit the ground, rolling to a stop.
"Didn't I already say? She's my woman."
"What I do with my woman is nobody else's damn business."
Su Qing said this like it was nothing, like tossing those two was no big deal.
He walked up to Ye Xueyi, locking eyes with those crimson pupils.
No words were exchanged—none were needed.
There had never been much talking between them.
He was just as domineering as ever, boldly pulling this goddess—worshipped by countless young cultivators—into his arms.
A faint icy fragrance drifted into his nose, clearer than before.
Not just that—holding her now, she felt even softer, the comfort of her body overwhelming.
Delicate and boneless—that's what it felt like.
Clearly, she'd changed quite a bit during this time.
Ye Xueyi said nothing, made no move to resist.
Their harmonious air finally pushed one of the top-tier geniuses over the edge.
None of them could stand the sight—every single one wanted to make the goddess their wife.
A tall figure leapt onto the stage, landing with a heavy thud.
His aura was thick and hidden, like a massive, unshakable boulder.
And there was one other person at the event who had that same kind of pressure!
Many eyes shifted toward the highest point of the stands.
That mountainous, overwhelming aura—Fist Overlord himself!
Though this man onstage wasn't quite at that level yet, the resemblance was clear.
"That's Little Fist Overlord, Fan Cang. Fist Overlord's personal disciple."
Someone named him, drawing gasps across the crowd.
No doubt about it—this was a true heavyweight!
Everyone had heard the tales of Fist Overlord's personal disciple.
Despite his young age, Fan Cang had already reached the Grandmaster level. His godlike strength was legendary.
Even his raw presence made many feel inferior. The praise around him wasn't exaggerated at all!
"I wonder how much of his master's skills he inherited."
Someone nearby couldn't help but say.
"My Mountain-Crushing Fist just reached the level of Fierce Overlord Fist. Still far from my master."
Fan Cang glanced that way and answered modestly.
Hearing that, many of the geniuses were stunned—and also a little speechless.
Fierce Overlord Fist? That was already mid-level mastery, and you're calling that humble?
Honestly, they didn't like guys like him.
He looked all upright and heroic, but damn was he full of it.
If he didn't have such terrifying strength, someone would've mocked him to his face.
Still, compared to that guy who just dared to grope their goddess, Fan Cang was far better!
If Little Fist Overlord made a move, even that pampered favorite of the Empress wouldn't be able to stand against him!
"Enough talk. Let's get this over with."
Su Qing let go of the goddess and said impatiently.
Was it so hard to just get on with it? What a waste of time!
Fan Cang said nothing more. With a sudden stomp, he smashed into the ground.
The stone platform cracked with web-like fractures in an instant.
That terrifying explosive force rocketed him forward, so fast it left an afterimage behind.
True essence concentrated into his fist, carrying a suffocating intensity.
As his strike ripped through the air, even the onlookers felt breathless—their hearts skipped a beat.
They had to admit one thing.
If that punch had landed on them, they'd be dead for sure!
Su Qing stared calmly at the incoming fist, making no move to dodge.
Boom!
The punch landed squarely on his chest, the heavy sound echoing through the arena.
Those closest to the impact felt their ears ringing, their heads spinning.
So this is what it meant when mortals suffer during a battle of gods.
Clutching their ears, many felt confused.
The hit clearly landed—so why did it sound like a fist slamming into solid rock?
Fan Cang staggered back a few steps, his punching hand trembling uncontrollably.
That strike had such backlash that it made him feel nauseous.
What shocked him the most—Su Qing hadn't budged an inch after taking his full-powered hit!
Not even his defenses were broken. That was insane!
"You're not bad at all."
Su Qing dusted off his chest and glanced at the protective chestplate the Empress had given him.
That heart-guard armor could withstand even Nirvana-level killing moves.
Now, it had a slight dent in it.
His compliment was genuine.
But to Fan Cang, it felt like pure mockery.
He felt completely belittled.
He wanted to strike again—but didn't get the chance.
"You already had your shot. Now it's my turn."
Before Su Qing finished speaking, he was already in front of Fan Cang.
His gloved fist slammed into Fan Cang's chest.
Splurt—!
Fan Cang spat out a mouthful of blood, sent flying just like the others.