"I must have this woman. If I can't have her, then I'll destroy her. No one else will get her either."
A dark thought flickered through Tong Twelve's mind.
This was the most unshakable belief in his heart. If he couldn't have her, no one else could. If he couldn't obtain her, then she had to be destroyed. But even before that, he simply refused to believe he couldn't win over this human woman. No woman had ever dared to reject him before.
This valley had been thoroughly sealed off by him—sky and earth alike. There was absolutely no way to escape.
Inside the valley, a group of human cultivators stood with ice-cold expressions.
To force a fellow human woman to become a concubine right before their eyes—this was nothing short of utter contempt. It was a provocation, a complete disregard for their presence. Their lives were being used as bargaining chips, a disgrace and humiliation beyond words. Every one of them trembled in fury.
Their gazes turned sharp and hostile as they looked outside the valley.
Their rage was on the verge of erupting.
"Daoist Yao Yue, you mustn't agree to this! How can a proud female cultivator of our race become the concubine of that three-eyed freak? Using our lives as leverage—these foreign races really think we're that naive. Even if I die here today, I'll never accept such cowardly survival."
One man snarled, his expression twisted with fury.
"Exactly. I'd rather die standing than live on my knees. Our human race may still be weak for now, but that doesn't mean we'll always be weaker than the others. This isn't just an insult to you, it's a humiliation to the dignity of our entire race. Do they think we're that pathetic and spineless? Death is nothing—I'd rather die with my pride intact!"
Another cultivator shouted, resolute and unwavering.
"Don't give in. If it comes to a fight, we may not lose. And even if we die, we'll take a few of them down with us."
A brawny man sneered coldly.
"We chose to enter the Battlefield of Gods and Demons knowing full well we might die here. Death isn't the problem—what we won't accept is dying in disgrace, or with shame!"
Indeed, most human cultivators who chose to enter the Battlefield of Gods and Demons had already prepared themselves to die. They had accepted the possibility of never returning. And yet, they had come anyway—without hesitation. Because this was the battleground of the myriad races. Even if they perished, they would gladly shed their blood for the future of the human race.
They would never allow a situation where no humans dared step onto the battlefield.
The human race never gives up. We never admit defeat.
Among the many female cultivators in the valley, two figures stood out unmistakably in both beauty and presence.
One, dressed in a white palace gown, was coldly elegant. This woman was none other than Yao yue, her aura as distant and cold as the moon itself. But beneath that glacial beauty was an iron will, a commanding presence more forceful than most men. Her very posture exuded strength and pressure.
Naturally, this made her all the more enticing to men with a desire to conquer.
That was undoubtedly the source of Tong Twelve's obsession with her.
Standing beside Youyue was another woman no less beautiful. Dressed in light green, her figure was stunning—slender and graceful, with ample curves. Her face was exquisitely delicate, and she carried a gentle, fragile aura that stirred instinctive feelings of pity and protectiveness in others.
This was Yao yue's younger sister—Lianxing.
Both women now stared at Tong Twelve with visible disgust.
"Sister, you can't agree to this!"Lianxing said softly, her voice tinged with urgency.
"Hmph! Tong Twelve, you think you can make me your concubine? Dream on. If you want that, you better prove you're worthy."
Yao Yue snorted coldly, her eyes filled with contempt.
"Let me be clear—I already have a husband. Whoever he is, he's definitely not you. So give it up."
"What?! You have a husband? Impossible! You're clearly still a virgin—my divine eyes don't lie. No one's touched you!"
Tong Twelve's tone turned cold, his gaze sweeping across her.
As far as he could tell, she was still a virgin—her Yuan Yin was intact. How could a woman have a husband and still be untouched? That was either nonsense or her so-called husband wasn't a real man.
"Believe it or don't—I don't care," Yao Yue said calmly. A distant image of a man flickered in her mind.
"But my husband… One day, he'll come for me amidst a sky full of divine light. He'll ride the most magnificent chariot, descending from the heavens. He'll be a hero—a hero of the human race. And he'll marry me.But that man… will never be you."
Her eyes shimmered with a brief trace of longing, quickly suppressed.
So she came here looking for that heartless man,Lianxing thought to herself, sensing something strange in her sister. Ever since the First Martial Arts Tournament of the World, Yao Yue had changed. Every night, she would gaze at the moon, lost in thought—a habit she never had before.
"You want divine light? I'll give you divine light."
Tong Twelve waved his hand.
Whoosh!
A three-eyed clansman opened his third eye, releasing a burst of rainbow divine light that filled the sky with resplendent colors—mesmerizing and beautiful beyond words.
"You want a chariot? I have a moving palace.Pulled by dragons. Able to fly across heaven and earth."
Roar!
A thunderous cry echoed as a magnificent palace chariot, drawn by three Jiao Dragons, appeared amid the light. These weren't illusions—they were real beasts, bound by chains of iron, emanating an oppressive draconic aura.
Though not true dragons, Jiao Dragons were close enough in bloodline to count as members of the dragon race—beasts of great nobility and terrifying power.
And yet here they were, shackled and enslaved—an open display of the Three-Eyed Divine Clan's might.
The sight made the cultivators within the valley all the more wary.
This was power.
"Too bad it's not you."
Yao Yue looked at the sky-filled radiance and the resplendent chariot, her gaze full of disdain.
"So that's your final answer? You really want to defy me to the end? You think my patience is limitless?"
Tong Twelve's tone dropped several degrees colder.
Her final rejection had crushed what little patience he had left.
"Then I'll stop wasting time."
"GET LOST!!"
Yao Yue suddenly shouted, her voice frosty and thunderous.
"Leave—or fight."
"Well said! You freak, if you've got the guts, come down here and fight!"
"I came here ready to die. If I must, I'll die standing like a man!"
Cries of defiance erupted in the valley.
"You really think I can't do anything to you? You think a measly formation can stop me? Youyue… I'll make you beg me to touch you. I'll make you mine."
Tong Twelve sneered darkly.
"You've already started feeling it, haven't you? That heat in your body… the hallucinations in your mind…"
"You poisoned us!"
Yao Yue's expression changed, fury flashing across her face.
Lianxing's face paled as well. A strange heat was spreading through her body, and vague images were forming in her mind—ones she dared not describe.
"Dragon Lure Incense—crafted from the venom of a Jiao Dragon. A colorless, odorless aphrodisiac that only affects females. Dragons are the most lustful of all creatures, and Jiao Dragons even more so.This incense… is the most potent aphrodisiac under heaven.It doesn't matter if you're chaste or frigid—once you smell it, you'll fall.You thought I was wasting time chatting?No…Today, Youyue, you will be mine."
Tong Twelve smirked.
He didn't care what means he used.
All that mattered was the result—he would have her.