A divine sigil soared into the air, transforming into a ring of divine light that enveloped the entire void. Beneath its radiance, space itself froze, and at the same time, two more beams of light—one black, one white—shot straight at Ian.
Under the divine light, Ian felt his very thoughts grind to a halt.
But the next moment, his Divine Soul trembled twice, and the sensation vanished.
"Break!"
Ian gave a low shout, swinging his longsword to slash at the two beams of light formed by the sigils. Worried they might have strange effects, he deliberately infused a strand of chaos divine power into his law-based divine power.
"Puff! Puff!"
The two beams shattered instantly. Ian stepped through the air, swinging his sword again at Mira Skylar.
She raised her silver spear to block, but this time fared even worse—after just two exchanges, Ian sent her flying in disarray once again.
"Ian, I’m done playing around—this lady is fighting you for real!"
After being knocked flying twice in a row, Mira’s anger finally boiled over, her beautiful face covered in a layer of frost.
The next moment, two avatars identical to her true body stepped out from within her.
"Kill!"
Her true body and two avatars charged at Ian together.
Ian hadn’t expected this girl to hide so much—she actually had two Upper Heavenly God avatars.
"Numbers won’t help you!"
Watching three identical Miras charge at him, Ian chuckled with disdain.
He shifted the stance of his sword.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three sword strikes landed, sending Mira’s true body and both avatars flying.
Then—
Mira Skylar unleashed several God-King artifacts, even resorting to her most precious secret treasures, but none could stand against Ian—she was thoroughly beaten down.
"Bang!"
One avatar was knocked flying by Ian again, badly wounded and unable to keep fighting.
"Bang!"
Next, the other avatar was sent flying as well.
"Bang!"
Then Ian sent Mira’s true body flying again. This time, he held back—though Mira had grabbed him before, she hadn’t truly hurt him. Still, being toyed with like that left Ian fuming inside.
In one stride, he caught up to Mira, slapped out several palms in a row, sealing her law-based divine power, Divine Soul, and godhead. Then he picked her up, placed her across his knee, and gave her pert butt a series of crisp smacks.
"Mira Skylar, did you ever imagine you’d see a day like this?"
Mira was stunned—she never expected Ian would actually dare spank her.
Immediately, she let out a piercing scream: "Ian Song, I’ll kill you! When my father returns, he’ll definitely kill you!"
"Smack smack smack!"
Ian swung his palm again, landing more blows on her pert butt.
Feeling the burning sting from the spanking, Mira was both furious and mortified. As the daughter of a God-King, she had actually been spanked.
"Ian Song, may you die a horrible death! I swear I’ll kill you!"
"Still threatening me? Looks like I haven’t hit you enough!"
With a sinister laugh, Ian swung his palm again, then joked, "Nice feel—very springy!"
"Ian Song, I will never forgive you!"
"Smack smack smack!"
"Ian Song, you bastard!"
"Smack smack smack!"
"Ian Song, I swear I’ll fight you to the death in this life!"
"Smack smack smack!"
"Waaah, stop hitting me!"
Mira Skylar started crying—not from pain, but from humiliation. That bastard was inhuman; even with her beauty, he could still bring himself to hit her.
Up in the sky, Silverwing God-King watched the scene play out with amusement, thinking to himself, "That Ian kid really is lawless—humiliating a God-King’s daughter like this!"
"Do you know you were wrong?"
Ian landed a few more smacks on Mira’s pert butt.
"I know I was wrong!"
"What did you do wrong?" Ian asked, smacking her again as he spoke.
"Waaah, I already admitted I was wrong—why are you still hitting me?"
"Oops, sorry—my hand just got used to it!"
Silverwing God-King: "..."
Mira Skylar: "..."
"Smack smack!"
"Hurry up and say—what did you do wrong?"
"I shouldn’t have thrown you into the star sea!" Mira said miserably, though inwardly she swore that if she ever got the chance, she’d pay this bastard back a hundredfold.
"Good. I’m actually pretty magnanimous—since you’ve admitted your mistake, I’ll let you go!"
As he spoke, Ian set Mira down on the ground.
"Oh, and don’t even think about revenge. Otherwise, if I catch you again, I’ll pull down your pants before spanking you!"
"Ah!"
Mira Skylar’s eyes suddenly turned blood-red. She wanted nothing more than to rush forward and bite that bastard to death.
Just then—
A body dropped from the sky, slamming into the ground with a thud.
"Cough, cough!"
Snowsun God-King coughed as he struggled to his feet. He looked utterly disheveled: his long, snow-white hair was mostly burned away, his clothes were in tatters, and his face was bruised and swollen.
"Oh dear, God-King, what happened to you?"
Ian called out in exaggerated surprise.
Snowsun God-King gave a bitter smile. He’d assumed Redmoon God-King, having only recently ascended, would be no match for him—a mid-stage God-King. But to his shock, she had the power of a peak lower God-King right after her breakthrough, and she commanded two innate divine spirits as strong as her true body.
With three God-Kings working together, he stood no chance.
Fortunately, neither side had fought for real, so while he looked battered, his injuries weren’t serious.
At that moment, Redmoon God-King appeared in midair, smiling: "Little brother, are you satisfied now that your big sister has stood up for you?"
Ian laughed, "Satisfied—very satisfied! But sis, you didn’t have to go so hard. Snowsun God-King didn’t really do anything to me!"
Hearing this, Snowsun God-King could only smile bitterly, while Mira Skylar glared angrily at Ian.
"Redmoon God-King, Silverwing God-King, since the misunderstanding is cleared up, why not come down and have some tea?"
Snowsun God-King smiled as he spoke. Though still disheveled, he managed to regain some of his dignity.
Redmoon God-King didn’t answer, but turned to look at Ian.
Ian gave her a nod.
Silverwing God-King and Redmoon God-King both descended. Seeing this, Snowsun God-King was inwardly shaken—he realized he’d underestimated Ian’s standing with these two.
After a short while—
In a picturesque courtyard, Ian Song sat at a table with three God-Kings, while Mira Skylar was relegated to serving tea and pouring water.
Ian seemed especially thirsty—barely seated, he’d already downed three cups of tea. He shot Mira a look, signaling her to hurry up and refill his cup. Mira was furious, but knowing her father was about to discuss serious matters, she dared not throw a tantrum.
After some brief pleasantries, Snowsun God-King got to the point: "I’m sure you both know I’ve been missing for a while?"
The two nodded in silent agreement.
Snowsun God-King’s expression grew serious. "Actually, during that time, I entered a ruin to explore, but was accidentally trapped inside. Only recently did I manage to escape."
"Are you planning to invite us to go back to that ruin with you?"
Silverwing God-King asked.
"Exactly! In fact, the most important thing is that Demon Island’s owner is also trapped there!"
His words were like a thunderbolt. The owner of Demon Island was a God Emperor-level powerhouse—if even a God Emperor could be trapped, just how terrifying was that place?
But danger and opportunity always go hand in hand, so both Silverwing and Redmoon God-Kings were tempted.