Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1336 - 1375: Wen Xiao’ai Trapped

In contrast, the Immortal Realm was different.

In the eyes of the Immortal Emperor, there was a flickering killing intent, growing fiercer by the moment.

It was hatred for the Soul Suppressing Beast and Nie Jiuque.

Whether it was the Demon Lord Nie Jiuque from a thousand years ago or the Soul Suppressing Beast a millennium later, they both brought disaster to the Immortal Realm.

If possible, the Immortal Emperor and the entire Immortal Realm wished nothing more than to kill them swiftly.

Golden armor and war horses, the flash of blades and swords, blood dyeing the heavens red...

...

"This Soul Suppressing Beast really has deep feelings for you, actually demanding the lives of those ten thousand Heavenly Soldiers right off the bat. Tsk, tsk, tsk, compared to Nie Jiuque, it’s truly unmatched." Zuo Yan looked at Wen Xiao’ai trapped within the barrier, a mocking smile on his face.

"Do you think they’ve already started fighting? Without the help of that formation from a thousand years ago, Nie Jiuque is no match for the Soul Suppressing Beast. Do you think he’s already dead?" Zuo Yan imagined Nie Jiuque’s foolish demise for love once again, unable to suppress the glee on his face.

"...Despicable scoundrel, Jun Moyan won’t let you go."

Inside the barrier, Wen Xiao’ai’s face was pale as she clutched her bulging stomach with one hand and supported herself on the ground with the other.

Cold sweat soaked her delicate face, and the pain from her abdomen made her both fearful and in agony.

"I only used a small trick; you’re just foolish." Zuo Yan said dismissively.

His illusions were practiced to perfection.

Even Moyu and the others had suffered losses at his hands, let alone Wen Xiao’ai, who was then anxious about the situation of the Cat Demon Clan.

He merely transformed into the appearance of Ye Qi, covered in blood, and appeared before her. Without him even speaking, she obediently left the Soul Suppressing Hall.

"...Jun Moyan will find me." Wen Xiao’ai’s expression twisted in pain.

"Jun Moyan, this Jun Moyan," Zuo Yan laughed heartily, "Nie Jiuque is far worse off than a thousand years ago. At least Shang Ying passionately loved him to death back then, and he didn’t die in vain for love. Now... hehe." Zuo Yan was beside himself with joy.

"Shut up," Wen Xiao’ai shouted angrily at him. With her anger, the pain in her abdomen intensified.

Having been trapped in the barrier for two days and three nights with her fetal energy disrupted, she was soaked countless times in cold sweat.

She was downright miserable.

"What, don’t want to hear it? Have you really forgotten how you and Nie Jiuque loved each other passionately against all odds a thousand years ago? Would you like me to help you remember? I’d be delighted."

"Tell me, if one of them—the Soul Suppressing Beast or Nie Jiuque—died, who would you choose?" Zuo Yan continued speaking to himself.

"Honestly, I hope both of them die, just like a thousand years ago, everyone would be happy, haha." Zuo Yan laughed manically.

He was eager to see that scene again.

"If I could, I truly wish to help you recover your memory. I’m so curious to know if, with your memory restored, you’d choose Nie Jiuque or the Soul Suppressing Beast. The more you suffer, the happier I am, because Nie Jiuque will suffer even more than you." He spoke every word with intense malice, his face contorted with an ugly rage.

Suddenly, two dark figures appeared.

It was the King of Hell and Judge Lu.

Upon seeing them, Zuo Yan sneered, "My dear King of Hell, you certainly took your time. If you hadn’t appeared, I would have thought you were deserting in fear."

The King of Hell glanced at him, not bothered to engage verbally at such a critical moment, and said coldly, "They have already started fighting."

As the King of Hell spoke, he looked at Wen Xiao’ai within the barrier. His gaze moved from her face slowly to her belly.

Inside was the bloodline of the Soul Suppressing Beast!