Chương 449: Chapter 448: I Don't Care What You Think

Ying Tiansheng was already displeased that Yi Qingwu took so long to defeat Ye Chen. With her Unity realm strength and domain trapping him, she should've crushed him in three minutes. Yet, it dragged on for over a day and night. Was Ye Chen that resilient? Engaged in his own intense battle with Hua Yunfei, Ying Tiansheng assumed Yi Qingwu was tormenting Ye Chen to erase her past shame, so he didn't dwell on it. But he never expected her to cry for help, claiming Ye Chen was bullying her. His fists clenched.

Bullying how? Another sneak attack, leaving another mark like last time? Veins bulged on his forehead. Hua Yunfei seized the moment, slamming a Yin-Yang Fish Diagram that sent him crashing into the Endless Sea. Meanwhile, the Broad Cold Divine Realm shattered, revealing the scene within, drawing countless gazes. The plea for help had been heard, shocking everyone. Yi Qingwu's celestial voice, usually perfect, carried a rare vulnerability, stirring protective instincts.

Many wished to rush in, fight Ye Chen, and comfort the goddess. But they knew better—both Holy Lands' powerhouses, busy fighting, would swat them like flies if provoked. Spectators were more curious: Yi Qingwu, a realm above with domain advantage, should've dominated. Why was she pleading? Could the Fourth Holy Son's spiritual sense be so strong as to overpower her despite the gap and suppression? If true, that was heaven-defying. The moonlit Broad Cold Divine Realm dissipated, revealing both figures.

Yi Qingwu remained dazzlingly beautiful, almost unreal, her white dress ethereal. But her eyes burned with killing intent, though she bore no visible injuries. Opposite her, the Fourth Holy Son appeared unscathed. Neither looked harmed. The crowd was baffled. After fighting for a day and night, they looked untouched? What had they been doing? And why did the Holy Maiden plead for help? The curiosity was overwhelming. Yi Qingwu's eyes blazed with murderous intent, yet her expression was calm.

Her voice, soothing as a spring breeze, intoxicated all.

"Ye Chen, I didn't expect you to hide such means. Suppressed so long, yet you broke my domain and injured my primordial spirit at the last moment! But it's merely the Heavenly Emperor's inheritance!" If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. The crowd nodded, piecing it together. In the domain, the Fourth Holy Son was likely pummeled, crashing against its edges. But at the final moment, he used the Heavenly Emperor's inheritance to strike back and win.

Unbelievable, but with his Heavy Pupil and Supreme Heart, as the Heavenly Emperor's successor—perhaps even descendant—it made sense. The Heavenly Emperor's legacy, even after a million years, was formidable. Breaking a Broad Cold Divine Realm was plausible. The crowd relaxed, understanding. Ying Tiansheng, blasted away, also eased. As for Ye Chen? He knew the fiancée was lying but chose to forgive her, as always generous, especially toward her. He let her words stand.

Unlike Ye Chen's leniency toward the fiancée, Ying Tiansheng wasn't so forgiving. Though her words eased his mind, the tremble in her plea for help lingered, stirring unease. Yi Qingwu glanced at Ying Tiansheng, who'd just emerged from the Endless Sea, looking slightly disheveled. Her beautiful face showed heartache and guilt.

"Holy Son, did my call distract you, causing you to get hurt? I'm sorry. Ye the Fourth was so cunning. In my panic, I instinctively called your name, not thinking it'd harm you… Next time, I won't call out and distract you." Her clear, radiant eyes brimmed with remorse, as if she'd committed a lifelong regret. Seeing her on the verge of tears, Ying Tiansheng felt a pang of guilt. In her moment of panic, she'd called his name, showing he was her most trusted. Yet he'd doubted her—how shameful.

Besides, he wasn't hurt. Hua Yunfei's attack didn't sting at all. Standing calmly in the void, divine light and faint lightning flickered around him, casting him as a thunder god. He smiled faintly, full of care.

"It's fine. I was just too concerned for you and got caught off guard. Hua Yunfei can't touch me. As your fiancé, you should call my name in danger—so don't stop, shout it louder! Since Ye Chen ambushed you, rest for now. I'll take them both and crush them easily." Ying Tiansheng's arrogance shone, his prodigy aura unmatched, as if no one mattered. Hua Yunfei didn't care for such bravado and didn't retort. He just studied his Junior Brother, impressed.

Overcoming a domain's suppression and a realm gap to win was remarkable. Ye Chen, watching the scene, felt oddly like a villain in a love story. He wasn't that kind of person and felt no guilt, but he stayed silent. Ying Tiansheng had taken a hit—let him show off. Men need to look strong in front of women; Ye Chen got it. But to Ying Tiansheng's challenge to fight both, Yi Qingwu firmly shook her head. She glared coldly at Hua Yunfei, then spoke softly but resolutely.

"How can I always rely on you, Holy Son? I was careless earlier, but with the stone tablet you gave me, I can suppress Ye Chen without my domain. Once I crush him, we can join forces to easily defeat Hua Yunfei…" Ying Tiansheng's brow twitched. Though his doubts were cleared and the thorn in his heart removed, he didn't want her fighting Ye Chen again. Something felt off. He frowned sternly.

"I don't care what you think—I care what I think…"