A Rich Second-generation Villain Can’t Just Enjoy Life — Chapter 782

Chapter 782: Are You Subdued?

Just as Bai Bing believed the situation was settled, Wu Shenyun did not retreat. Instead, she surged forward.

With a lightning-fast movement, her left hand shot out, clamping down on Bai Bing’s right fist. She pulled the assassin into a tight embrace, completely ignoring the flying sword poised to pierce her from behind. It was a clear posture of mutual destruction.

‘Trading injuries?’A flicker of surprise crossed Bai Bing’s face, instantly replaced by a cold, mocking sneer.’Does she think I’m afraid?’

She was the Assassin Queen, a woman who danced on the edge of death. The threat of injury was a constant companion, not a deterrent. If it came down to a trade, she was confident Wu Shenyun would die while she would merely be severely wounded. The flying sword, after all, was still under her absolute control.

At that critical moment, the spectral image of a Great Witch materialized around Wu Shenyun, wrapping her body in a protective shroud. Wisps of gray, ethereal energy coiled around her internal organs, shielding her vital points. She, too, was utterly fearless.

“Stop!”

The command cut through the tense air just as the battle reached its apex.

A streak of azure light tore across the scene, and the incomparably sharp, gleaming sword light that threatened Wu Shenyun’s life suddenly dispersed into nothingness. When the rainbow glow faded, a young man with features as fine as carved jade stood in its place. Who else could it be but Shen Anyu?

With a casual grasp, Shen Anyu seized the very flying sword Bai Bing had unleashed. He held it as if taming a white flood dragon, and a faint, metallic clang echoed through the void as the weapon’s momentum was utterly neutralized.

He lightly flicked the body of the longsword with his index finger, the crisp sound ringing out over the lake. His gaze fell upon Wu Shenyun and Bai Bing, a mixture of amusement and helplessness playing on his lips.

“You two are truly a handful.”

Bai Bing and Wu Shenyun both let out a soft, indignant snort, glaring daggers at Shen Anyu. Yet, they remained locked in their grapple, their bodies tense, clear evidence that the fight had stirred their genuine fury.

“If you want to compete over who can take more punishment, why not compete with me?” Shen Anyu proposed, a half-smile gracing his features. “Whoever can last longer, or even force me to take half a step back, wins.”

These two women, he mused, were both magnificent sources of trouble. While the master-servant contract could restrain them, a complete lockdown would strip away their unique charms.

Wu Shenyun was cold, aloof, and domineering, yet in his presence, she revealed the piteous shyness of a conquered queen—a contrast he found utterly intoxicating.

Bai Bing was cold-blooded, cold-hearted, and armed with a razor-sharp tongue, yet she had opened her heart to him and him alone, showing a depth of affection that was fiercely loyal.

The problem was that these two women, equally proud and astonishingly talented, refused to concede to one another and clashed at every opportunity. And the root of their conflict, more often than not, was Shen Anyu himself.

‘If they’re going to fight,’he thought,’they might as well fight with me.’ Even if that meant a battle in the bedroom that threatened to shatter the bedframe, Shen Anyu was more than willing.

“Fight with you? Fine!” Bai Bing considered it for a moment before immediately agreeing. The possibility that Shen Anyu might go easy on her crossed her mind. If he did, it would be a clear sign that he loved her more, and she would gladly accept any punishment he might mete out afterward.

But if he went easy on Wu Shenyun, engineering a victory for the other woman, then…

A complex, wounded light flashed in Bai Bing’s beautiful eyes. If that happened, she would repay the debt of gratitude she owed him and then leave, freeing herself from this delusion.

Wu Shenyun also gave a slight nod of agreement. She, too, was eager to see if Shen Anyu could truly treat them with an even hand.

But both women had severely underestimated him. With Shen Anyu’s current level of strength, managing the two of them was a simple matter of control. He never would have made such a self-defeating proposal otherwise. How could he, a man determined to save all women, not have considered the dire consequences of showing favoritism?

For Wu Shenyun, this was a rare opportunity to openly attack Shen Anyu. A wave of annoyance washed over her; she genuinely wanted to beat him up. He truly didn’t treat her like one of his own, working her to the bone. Even a Land Immortal would eventually break under such strain and beg for mercy.

“Master, you must be careful,” Wu Shenyun’s phoenix eyes narrowed. With a wave of her delicate hand, a furious, surging colossus erupted from the lake. A Great Witch Giant, over a hundred meters tall, took form, its body crafted from churning water yet appearing terrifyingly real. Majestic scales and strange, arcane totems covered its form. It let out a roar that shook the very fabric of the void and charged toward Shen Anyu.

After the Wu Family was annihilated by the Blood Gu Sect, Wu Shenyun had fled into the deep mountains and ancient forests. There, she had stumbled upon a fortuitous encounter, obtaining a portion of the ancient Witch Sect’s secret legacy arts. Her power was now astonishing. Legend held that at its peak, a practitioner could manifest the true body of an ancient Great Witch, a being whose single punch could shatter mountains, crack the earth, and shake the heavens—a power of ultimate, domineering force.

While such tales were likely exaggerated for the mortal world, the attack Wu Shenyun unleashed was undeniably extraordinary, far more potent than the one she had used against Bai Bing.

She showed Shen Anyu no mercy. On one hand, it was a way to vent her frustration. On the other, she knew the strength of this scoundrel of a man was unfathomable. He had even managed to suppress an existence like the Xiantian Spirit Corpse, Yaoyao, and force her back into her bronze coffin. She knew she couldn’t easily injure him.

The hundred-meter Great Witch Giant, condensed from the lake itself, possessed immense brute force. Its punch blasted forward, creating a low-altitude sonic boom as it shattered the air in its path. A skyscraper would have been pierced clean through by such a blow.

Shen Anyu stood placidly on the lake’s surface, his left hand clasped behind his back. With his right, he casually pinched a single, glistening raindrop from the air. He then flicked his finger, sending the droplet floating forward with an almost lazy grace.

The tiny, weightless raindrop drifted through the air and landed on the hundred-meter Great Witch Giant.

A thunderous explosion ripped through the air. The giant’s furiously descending punch froze in mid-air. Then, starting from the fist, its entire body began to crumble, disintegrating inch by inch back into mere lake water that cascaded down with a deafening roar.

The terrifying aftershock of that single, focused point of power slammed back into Wu Shenyun. The color drained from her beautiful face, and her delicate body trembled as she was thrown back dozens of meters.

“This…” Wu Shenyun stared at Shen Anyu, her phoenix eyes wide with shock.

Although she knew her man was powerful, his strength a deep and unreadable abyss, she had never expected him to be this much stronger than before.

A single raindrop. He had effortlessly pierced her hundred-meter Great Witch Giant with a single raindrop, and it seemed he had used only a sliver of his true power.

Just how strong was Shen Anyu?

This was the same question burning in Bai Bing’s mind. Witnessing that display, she no longer suspected that Shen Anyu had gone easy on Wu Shenyun. Instead, she was deeply shaken by the sheer scale of his power.

Even after she had broken through to the world of a Land Immortal, she still found him completely unfathomable. Had Shen Anyu already broken through to the level of a Martial God?

“I haven’t reached the Martial God realm yet, but I’m close,” Shen Anyu said with a gentle smile, as if reading their minds.

His current Martial Path True Essence was equivalent to that of three peak Land Immortals combined, but it had not yet undergone a qualitative change. He had not yet condensed a Martial God’s True Body or refined the Divine Intent of the Martial Path, so he was not a true Martial God.

However, factoring in his Immortal Dao cultivation, his indestructible Steel Body, his God-level Telekinesis, and his various other trump cards, Shen Anyu was fully confident he could contend with a Martial God. In the terms of the Immortal Dao, a Martial God was equivalent to a cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm, or perhaps even one who had touched the False Core realm.

This wasn’t arrogance on Shen Anyu’s part. It was a confidence born from his recent battle where he had suppressed the Xiantian Spirit Corpse, Yaoyao. Though Yaoyao had been injured by the lightning tribulation and unable to exert her full power, forcing her back into her bronze coffin would have been impossible without strength comparable to the False Core realm.

“You’re probably invincible!” Wu Shenyun looked at Shen Anyu, her expression a complex mix of shock, unwillingness, and, most prominently, a burgeoning sense of pride. She had once thought of herself as invincible, but for her man to be invincible was just as good. The only one fit to conquer her had to be stronger than her.

“Hard to say. There are always mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people,” Shen Anyu replied, shaking his head. He didn’t mention the mysterious Susan, nor the various hidden dragons and crouching tigers among the other Sons of Destiny, like that certain Jiangbei Master Chen…