Pursued by the Top Grade Saintess after Engagement Annulled Chapter 233 - 231: Ruthlessly Tormenting the Martial God in

"Beg all you want, it’s useless." Xia Feng sneered, applying more pressure with his hand, "A father is to bla for not teaching his son; you turning out like this is all my fault!"

"No, no! Stop, please stop!"

Xia Feng’s words were almost irrational, relentlessly beating Dongfang Le’an until he was covered in welts, crying bitterly.

But begging for rcy was useless; Xia Feng had dragged him into the dream realm this ti with the sole purpose of tornting him, to completely obliterate his Dao heart.

In the real world, Xia Feng wasn’t a match for Dongfang Le’an.

The gap between a Martial God and a Martial Sovereign was insurmountable.

That’s why he conceived this cunning plan.

To defeat an enemy he couldn’t currently overco, perhaps attacking the mind was the best option.

Xia Feng thought he would only try it out, but unexpectedly Dongfang Le’an’s ntal fortitude was so fragile that he couldn’t endure even a few lashes.

This opened up new avenues for Xia Feng.

"It’s just the first day, don’t worry..." He showed a chilling smile, making Dongfang Le’an’s hair stand on end.

At the beginning, Dongfang Le’an didn’t understand what Xia Feng ant, but in the days that followed, he realized the true aning of pain and tornt.

Deprived of all divine power, Dongfang Le’an was continuously ravaged by Xia Feng; his physical body was no match, and he was kicked like a ball into the Great Xia Empire’s Imperial Capital prison.

Afterward, Xia Feng applied every punishnt recorded in the Ministry of Justice on Dongfang Le’an.

From light to heavy, from shallow to deep.

Xia Feng’s goal was to utterly destroy Dongfang Le’an’s ntal defenses.

This pampered young master couldn’t endure it at all, screaming miserably within monts, forgetting the dignity of being a Martial God, and constantly begging Xia Feng for rcy.

Until one ti, when the punishnt intensified, as the executioner sliced a piece of tender flesh from Dongfang Le’an’s arm, Dongfang Le’an abruptly exploded.

With a forceful outbreak of power, he broke free from the chains, demolished the entire Imperial Capital prison of the Great Xia Empire, and Xia Feng’s eyes widened as he quickly leapt into the air.

"Although his ntal will is weak, he is still a Martial God; too much stimulation can lead to uncontrollability..."

Feeling the faint divine power in the air, Xia Feng frowned deeply.

Below, Dongfang Le’an felt the return of his divine power, bursting with excitent and laughing to the skies.

Yet a cold glare from Xia Feng caused Dongfang Le’an to involuntarily tremble all over, obedient as a grandson.

There was no helping it; the mories Xia Feng implanted over this period were too profound, casting a shadow over Dongfang Le’an’s heart.

After much hesitation, Dongfang Le’an chose to flee from the Great Xia Empire first, finding Xia Feng too enigmatic, and even with so divine power restored, he felt no urge for imdiate revenge.

"I’ll observe for a few more days; there’s sothing strange about this guy, to be able to seal my divine power..."

Dongfang Le’an sped through the air, shaking his head, utterly unable to comprehend.

In his view, Xia Feng had used so unknown ans to forcibly drag his realm down to demigod, then defeated him with terrifying physical strength.

As for how Xia Feng did it, Dongfang Le’an found it hard to grasp.

Like an ant suddenly possessing human strength, it’s bewildering to anyone who sees it.

But it’s reasonable not to understand; after all, who could find real rationality within dreams?

Watching Dongfang Le’an fleeing into the distance, Xia Feng showed no intention of stopping him.

The entire world was a projection he had created; if he wished, he could summon Dongfang Le’an in front of him with a single thought.

But before that, Xia Feng needed so ti.

Dongfang Le’an recovering a glimpse of divine power within the dream realm proved one thing—if overstimulated, a Martial God’s power could forcibly break the Dream Realm Pearl’s control.

Despite the Dream Realm Pearl’s defiance of nature, capable of controlling a Martial God’s dreamscape.

Xia Feng was still too weak; the Dream Realm Pearl growing with him remained too low-tier.

If Xia Feng could break through to Martial God, the co-evolving Dream Realm Pearl might pin Dongfang Le’an forever in the dream realm, unaware even if Xia Feng were to kill him.

"I must take it slow."

Xia Feng closed his eyes, crossed his legs, and began to ditate.

He needed so ti to restore the Dream Realm Pearl’s power, to see if he could hypnotize Dongfang Le’an and reseal his divine power.

This process was lengthy, and a thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

When Xia Feng opened his eyes again, the Dream Realm Pearl’s power was almost fully restored.

He sought out Dongfang Le’an anew, and seeing Xia Feng again, Dongfang Le’an found inner peace.

A thousand years was enough to fade his psychological shadow quite a bit.

At the realm of Martial God, a thousand years was but a single round of deep ditation.

Seeing Xia Feng, a Celestial Tier Martial Sovereign, daring to confront him again, Dongfang Le’an revealed a cruel smile.

The skies cleared, the rain ceased, and Dongfang Le’an felt capable once more.

Only when Xia Feng’s iron fist landed on Dongfang Le’an did he abruptly realize that the divine power he relied on seed... to be gone again.

"Aren’t you a Martial God? Aren’t you the exalted deity? Co, let’s spar." Xia Feng sneered, rushing forward to beat Dongfang Le’an as if he were a despised child.

Xiao Qingxue’s departure and Xia Tianming’s disappearance beca Xia Feng’s motivation to vent his fury; when he fought, he did not stop, beating Dongfang Le’an senseless, the fear both reerging and intensifying.

The days of tornt began anew.

This ti Xia Feng controlled the intensity just right, avoiding overstimulating Dongfang Le’an’s mind to provoke a rampage.

With such feeble willpower, as long as he wasn’t provoked, in this dream realm, Dongfang Le’an was securely in Xia Feng’s grasp.

Three thousand years, five thousand years, eight thousand years.

Dongfang Le’an felt these tis were excessively prolonged, so much so that he questioned whether he had lived another eight thousand or eighty thousand years.

During this period, his mind remained highly tense, constantly on guard against Xia Feng’s sudden attacks.

Walking down paths, during cultivation, in monts of relaxation.

Xia Feng didn’t cling to his side at all tis, only appearing occasionally, but each ti brought Dongfang Le’an unbearable suffering.

He had lost count of how many tis his body had been broken, and yet Xia Feng wouldn’t kill him, instead letting him crawl away like a crippled dog.

Eventually, Dongfang Le’an beca as jumpy as a startled bird, quivering at larger movents from birds in the trees.

As of now, Xia Feng’s image in his mind had morphed into an invincible Demon God.

His presence only brought despair and pain, and Dongfang Anle found himself utterly helpless.