Infinite Dimension Physique: Rise of The Lustful Devil-Chapter 237: Favourite?

Yueshan looked at Rahu curiously as she settled in his lap, a playful glint shone in her eyes as her fingers trailed across his muscular chest, slowly tracing the firm contours of his abs. "Say...how much do you love me?" she suddenly asked. Rahu looked at her amusingly.

"Where did this come from?"

"Hmph! Just answer the damn question! Do you not love me!?" Her pretty face twisted slightly as she looked at him in annoyance.

Rahu let out a small chuckle when he heard, grabbing her waist, he pulled her closer. Their faces were almost an inch or two apart.

"Yueshan, you don’t know how you arouse me with that sexy body of yours. I’d gladly destroy a few empires for a taste of that pussy."

"R-Rascal! How can you be so loose-mouthed and crass!!"

Despite those words, her entire jade neck had turned beet red.

Rahu’s brows twitched slightly when he saw this.

"Yueshan! How devious of you! You dare seduce your Emperor this blatantly! Utterly shameless!" Saying that, he howled her on his shoulder and marched towards the bedroom!

"W-Wha—!!?"

...

On the boundaries of the Silverleaf forest in the Southeastern land of the Holy Sun Continent, a massive army was moving. Thousands of cultivators clad in Golden-orange armour were marching in discipline.

At the very front of the army was a tall and robust man. He was riding an above-average, muscular horse.

The pressure rolled through the lands like a tidal wave.

General Arcturus.

He had a huge grin on his face as he marched forward, but behind that smile, there was hatred and...rage.

This was the first time that the Empire had faced such humiliation! He couldn’t help but wonder why the Empress was so silent despite this.

Even the Emperor was silent, though he rarely showed up at important meetings.

They had become the laughing stock of the continent! And once the rage and hatred reached a certain point. He could no longer control himself.

On the very next day, he had sought an audience with the Empress. Hoping to get her permission to pay back the humiliation.

And to his surprise, the Empress permitted him. She even went as far as granting him full authority over the expedition.

He was, of course, overjoyed when he heard this. And on that day itself, he gathered his men and assembled a strong army.

Walking through the lands...

He suddenly halted. The army behind him stopped in an instant. The temperature suddenly dropped.

Crack!!

Arcturus looked turned towards the sky in surprise. The space above them fractured, and a lone figure stepped out of the crack.

"Huh!? Who the fuck is that!?" Arctuturs frowned. Azaria floated high in the sky; her cold gaze stopped the men from moving forward.

A second later, an overwhelming pressure of peak Soul Tempering Realm cultivation bore down on the present cultivators.

BOOM!!

The cultivators below the realm of Innate Domain were plastered to the ground in an instant! And the cultivators below Soul Tempering? They had straight away passed out!

"Enough!"

Arctutrus shouted, in an instant. A pressure thousands times more terrifying than Azaria’s rolled out from his body! Obliterating it in a second.

The ten Innate Domain Realm experts looked at Azaria with their brows furrowed. Even they, with their mighty cultivation, couldn’t come close to the aura released by Azaria.

"Who are you?"

One of the Innate Domain Realm cultivators asked, pointing his sword at Azaria. An invisible dome-like structure spread from his body.

"Me? I am merely a slave. On the orders of my beloved master. I have come to capture your general."

Azaria replied, not at all fazed by the incoming attack towards her. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Just as the domain of that cultivator was about to touch Azaria, a slender finger stretched out from out of nowhere.

There was no aura, no cultivation, nor any mana. But the moment that finger touched the domain. It shattered... completely obliterated.

"My my, how shameful for such high-ranking cultivators to attack such a sweet little girl."

A low chuckle resounded, hearing this. Arcturus felt a chill down his spine; he wasn’t the only one. Even the other ten Innate Domain Realm cultivators felt it.

Beside Azaria, a slender figure materialised. The moment she appeared, every single cultivator forgot how to breathe. Ophelia stood there with a small smile on her face; her robes were fighting a realm war just to barely hold those twins from spilling out.

Her thick thighs, capable of even milking a dragon, stood hidden behind the fluttering robes.

Hearing her words, Azaria’s brows twitched.

Even after teasing her, she was still looking all smug.

"Ophelia...should I perhaps tell my master that you teased me? That too...in front of so many men?"

Azaria’s lips curled slightly when she said that, so what if she didn’t have Ophelia’s strength? She was her master’s favorite! That alone made her untouchable across the Three worlds! Hmph!

The moment Ophelia heard her words, her smug face disappeared, replaced by sheer horror!

"A-Azaria..!! How could you betray your own sister!?" Ophelia spoke, her hands covering her mouth.

Seeing this millennial-old bitch act like a giddy teenager irritated Azaria more than the presence of the men below, who were not her beloved Master.

Just as she was about to reply, a massive claw shot towards them!

"You dare ignore me!!?"

Arcturus roared as his arm stretched demonically, turning into a sharp claw that ripped through the space, heading straight towards Azaria.

"Hmph! Boy, can’t you see us speaking? How dare you interrupt?"

Ophelia stretched out her finger, and a brilliant white ray shot through from her finger.

BOOM!!

Arcturus’ claws were destroyed in an instant!

"ARGHHH!!!"

He howled in pain as he clutched his severed hand.

"O-Oph—"

A slender hand gripped his neck before he could complete his words. Ophelia’s smile stretched wide when she saw the struggling figure of Arcturus.

"Boy, you had escaped the last time we had met. And even now, you haven’t learned your lesson. Honestly, who the fuck made an oaf like you a general?" Ophelia said, tilting a bit in confusion.

Azaria didn’t waste a single moment; an icy sword materialised in her hand as she dived on the Soul Tempering Realm cultivators.