Kneel and Apologize to My Husband

“Luo Yi, let’s go.”

He Ange’s words were concise—no time for pleasantries.

An Luo Yi was still lost in her battle fury, but when He Ange’s arms wrapped around her waist, her Phoenix eyes widened slightly. Her cheeks flushed as she recognized the familiar warmth behind her.

True, without the Phoenix Mark, he couldn’t control her anymore.

But as her husband, couldn’t he soothe her?

In the past, he might have struggled.

Not anymore. An Luo Yi had been thoroughly molded inside and out. A single touch from He Ange was enough to remind her of her softer side as a wife.

The thrill of killing and resentment—how could they compare to her beloved?

“Trying to flee?!!”

Not far away, Li Min, who had just taken several Dragon Roar Cuts, saw An Luo Yi being led away by He Ange and erupted in fury.

An Luo Yi’s breakthrough had been monstrously powerful—Li Min had suffered greatly. He had struggled with her rampaging state until her power was nearly depleted. Now, just as he was about to enjoy the thrill of counter-killing, He Ange was trying to escape?

What, did the three-minute invincibility buff run out? So you’re quitting?

Bullshit—do you think quitting is an option?

“At this point, neither of you is leaving!”

Li Min fumed, gritting his yellowed teeth as he formed a hand seal with ghost fire beneath him.

Array—Impermanent Hell!

As a Void God Realm veteran, Li Min had knowledge and experience beyond most.

How could he not know about the Spirit Phoenix Sect’s teleportation arts?

That Abyss Envoy, Xiao Mo—Li Min knew her. They had clashed in the Upper Realm long ago.

Xiao Mo’s temporal mastery was formidable, but not infallible.

If he intervened, Li Min could delay the spatial barrier for at least five more minutes!

And in those five minutes, Li Min could finish He Ange off decisively.

“This old bastard… still had a hidden card…”

He Ange frowned, his expression grim.

Earlier, Xiao Mo had said she could retrieve them, so He Ange had been timing his escape. But then she suddenly reported the barrier had been reinforced and needed more time.

This was problematic.

Li Min had clearly planned it: feigning balance with An Luo Yi to exhaust her breakthrough state, then sealing the battlefield when she fled—cornering his prey.

“You whelps, barely grown hairs, dare to play mind games with your father?!”

After cutting off He Ange’s abyssal portal, Li Min’s lips curled into a triumphant, villainous grin.

“Everyone—full power! Show these youngsters the depth of the Ghost Control Sect!”

At Li Min’s command, dozens of Ghost Control Sect cultivators consumed evil pills, unleashing all their trump cards. Their cultivation skyrocketed in an instant.

Not only that—the ten Yama Demons, previously defeated by An Luo Yi, rapidly regenerated their sword wounds under Li Min’s array, regaining peak combat strength.

This time, Li Min held nothing back. It was his final round—he would launch a total offensive!

“Kill them! Turn them into corpse—?!”

Li Min roared, raising his hand to lead the horde of Yama Demons toward the defenseless He Ange.

But before he could finish—

CRACK—!

An earth-shattering explosion erupted directly above Li Min’s head.

“Old fart! I’ve already ordered your coffin—shall I lie you in it myself, or should I do the honors?”

A girl’s voice, laced with madness and taunting laughter, echoed from the heavens.

As her voice fell, a colossal black stone coffin, nine feet tall, plummeted straight toward the ground.

If Li Min hadn’t reacted in time and retreated two steps, he would have been smashed into pulp!

“Who?!”

With a coffin standing before him, Li Min was instantly enraged.

No matter how depraved, he was a thousand-year-old elder—how could he tolerate such humiliation?

Meanwhile, He Ange was distracted by this sudden arrival. He concealed the protective talisman in his sleeve and looked up.

Through the Ghost Prison Array’s shrouded heavens, a massive hole had been blasted open. A blood-rose dress descended as a figure landed atop the coffin, its impact kicking up a cloud of dust.

When the dust settled, a white-haired witch stood before them, holding a slender blood-red sword. Her blood-stained demonic pupils glared down at the black-robed elder.

Her gaze held none of the arrogance expected of a Deity Transformation Realm cultivator.

It was more like the judgment of a pitiful, laughable insect.

Yet, she dared to be so bold before Li Min because she had the backing to do so. Before the Ghost Control Sect could react, countless Blood Refining Sect protectors surrounded them from all sides.

In numbers, the witch’s protectors matched the Ghost Control Sect.

In strength, her guards were handpicked by the Pope himself—each at least Void God Realm, capable of trading blows with Li Min. The disparity was crushing.

Li Min, under Mu Yanli’s gaze, surveyed the Blood Refining Sect’s forces and sensed the severity.

He grit his teeth, forcing down his rage:

“Saintess Mu, what is your intention here?”

“What intention?”

“He Yuan is my fiancé. If you harm him, I must kill you.”

The white-haired witch smiled faintly, as if stating the obvious. She made no mention of how she had once incited Li Min to hunt He Yuan.

Li Min was dumbfounded.

He finally understood her scheme—“You, Mu Yanli, change faces faster than flipping a book!”

Li Min cursed.

Earlier, Mu Yanli had played the victim, dumping all blame on He An Ge.

Now, as Li Min sought revenge, she was biting back?

And to openly call He Yuan her fiancé?

“Fine, fine, fine…”

“So you two schemed together to toy with me, eh?”

Li Min’s ached from fury. He was close to spitting insults at her.

But the white-haired witch merely smiled, her tone light and dismissive: “I don’t know what you’re talking about. But harming my fiancé is unacceptable.”

As she spoke, her demonic eyes narrowed, revealing a bloodthirsty smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

The gaze was a threat: “Old man, say another word and see what happens.”

With her bloodlust surging, the nearby Blood Refining Sect protectors fully armed, ready to annihilate Li Min and the Ghost Control Sect.

In an instant, countless killing intents locked onto Li Min’s head. The pressure was like being targeted by a dozen snipers—suffocating.

Mu Yanli herself wasn’t terrifying.

But the protectors she brought were!

As a mere Saintess, she could summon such Void God Realm forces. Behind her, at least a Pope-tier elder was pulling strings.

Thus, Mu Yanli’s words held truth.

She could openly protect He An Ge because there was a special bond between them. Otherwise, why would the Blood Pope lend her his elite guards?

“Very well, very well…”

Li Min retreated several steps, intimidated by the Blood Refining Sect’s formation and his desire to withdraw: “Today, I concede. I’ll stand down.”

Though defiant, Li Min knew he couldn’t fight a dozen Void God Realm protectors. He wasn’t a Chosen One like An Luo Yi—he knew his limits.

If he couldn’t win, he’d retreat for now.

But—

Li Min thought Mu Yanli was just playing the green tea, humiliating him to win He An Ge’s favor.

He never imagined she’d brought so many Void God protectors. She wasn’t here to posture—she was fully prepared to kill him.

“Standing down is wise… but…”

“How will you repay the injuries my husband suffered?”

At this, Mu Yanli revealed her fangs, her bloodlust no longer concealed.

“Saintess Mu, you’re overstepping…”

Li Min clenched his fists, eyes burning with murder. He couldn’t resist the urge to kill Mu Yanli.

But the moment he flared up, the Blood Refining Sect protectors tensed, and the pressure on Li Min’s head intensified, leaving him breathless.

Helplessly, Li Min endured:

“What do you want me to do?”

“Apologize to my husband… or lie in this coffin yourself.”

Her smile was brilliant. She glanced back at He An Ge with a playful tilt of her head.

…

Meanwhile, He Ange raised an eyebrow, his heart wary, not the slightest bit pleased.

He truly was learning something new today.

Mu Yanli could mobilize dozens of Void God Realm experts…

This force rivaled even Feng Yuan’s Abyssal Envoys.

As Mu Yanli and He An Ge exchanged meaningful glances, Li Min was trembling with rage.

He was a thousand-year-old elder…

Now, publicly humiliated by two youngsters?

First He Ange’s taunts, then An Luo Yi’s beatings, and now Mu Yanli throwing a coffin and commanding an elder to lie in it?

When had Li Min become so subservient?

Why could anyone trample over him?

“What are you staring at? Hurt my husband and don’t even apologize?”

Sensing Li Min’s murderous intent, Mu Yanli’s voice turned icy. She was like a boxer waiting for her opponent to explode in shame.

She wanted Li Min to snap.

But Li Min actually apologized:

“My apologies… I was blind.”

When under someone’s roof, one must bow one’s head!

With a dozen Void God protectors, Li Min truly couldn’t afford to provoke them.

A gentleman waits ten years for revenge!

If he humbled himself today, once he returned to the Ghost Control Sect, he would rise again and slaughter this pair for the humiliation!

“That apology isn’t sincere enough,” Mu Yanli added.

“My apologies…” Li Min bowed lower.

But his humility earned no sympathy:

“Kneel and apologize.”

“You…!”

“Oh, and kowtow to my husband too.”

“??!”

At that moment—

Under Mu Yanli’s predatory gaze, Li Min finally understood—

In the witch’s eyes, love or hatred didn’t exist. She was a pure practitioner of the strong devouring the weak. Protecting her husband, avenging him—all excuses!

She merely sought a pretext to devour his cultivation!

Even if Li Min had stepped out with his left foot first, it would have been reason enough to kill him!

“Dog and bitch! You’ve gone too far—!”

“I have tolerated you again and again—do you think I have no limits?!”

“Mu Yanli, since you leave me no path, then we all die together! This is your doing!”