Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1338 - 1377: Jun Moyan, the Baby Seems to Be Hurt

Only the Heaven Realm and, excluding the Cat Demon Clan, the Demon Realm remained uninvolved, watching the battle from the sidelines.

Amidst a scene of bloodshed, Zuo Yan and Fen Yao led their subordinates, appearing with Wen Xiao’ai.

The Immortal Emperor knew the moment he saw Fen Yao that the Immortal Realm and the Soul-suppressing Beast were destined to become enemies.

"Nie Jiuque! Look who I’ve brought for you." Zuo Yan shouted proudly towards Nie Jiuque amidst the chaos.

However, his voice was drowned out by the din of battle.

Amidst the clash of swords and knives, Wen Xiao’ai’s face, pale as paper, suddenly struck the blood-red eyes of Jun Moyan.

"Xiaoguai..."

In just a second of distraction, a flash of cold light passed, and his back was fiercely struck by a sword.

Blood spurted out, instantly soaking through his entire back.

"Jun Moyan..."

Wen Xiao’ai, holding her swollen belly, looked at the injured Jun Moyan, and tears welled up instantly.

She endured the pain, trying to break free from Zuo Yan’s grip, but he held her arm tightly.

The waves of pain in her belly made it difficult for her to stand, cold sweat pouring down, with Zuo Yan’s grip barely keeping her upright.

Jun Moyan turned to strike the person who hurt him with a palm, releasing a powerful surge of spiritual power that blasted away all those surrounding him.

Then he soared, breaking free from the melee.

His eyes red, he looked at Wen Xiao’ai, whose face was contorted with pain, and his killing intent surged.

"Try moving an inch." Zuo Yan pulled Wen Xiao’ai closer, grabbing her slender neck with one hand.

Jun Moyan stepped forward uncontrollably, his heart in suspense, his chest aching.

"Jun Moyan..." Wen Xiao’ai called out to him, her voice choked with sobs.

This voice nearly made Jun Moyan lose control, but fortunately, his rationality remained clear.

"Don’t be afraid, I’m here." He said with difficulty.

"Does it hurt?" Wen Xiao’ai asked him, struggling to hold back tears and pain.

"It doesn’t hurt." He replied.

"Jun Moyan, the baby seems hurt..." The increasingly intense pain in her belly frightened Wen Xiao’ai.

Tears finally flowed uncontrollably.

Normally, the baby was very active, constantly moving in her belly, but in the past two days, he had been unusually quiet.

He must be scared and injured.

Jun Moyan’s psychological defenses were once again shattered, and he almost lost his mind as he roared at Zuo Yan: "Let her go, I’ll give you anything you want."

"Give? Do you think Zuo Yan takes what others give?" Zuo Yan scoffed, full of pride.

"You better not make any sudden moves; I don’t know how to cherish beauty, so if she’s hurt inadvertently, don’t blame me." Zuo Yan said, exerting a little more force on Wen Xiao’ai’s neck.

"Zuo Yan, just try hurting her!" Nie Jiuque flew into action, his blood-stained long sword pointing directly at Zuo Yan.

"What am I afraid of? A thousand years ago, I put in the greatest effort for the deaths of you and Shang Ying. Killing her again, what’s to fear?"

Zuo Yan wore the demeanor of a victor, looking arrogantly at the bloodied and injured Nie Jiuque.

After a thousand years, the taste of once again trampling Nie Jiuque underfoot was more exhilarating than any drug.

"You just want the position of Demon Lord, I’ll give it to you, return her to me."

"Nie Jiuque! Who are you disgusting with your charity?" Zuo Yan’s expression suddenly turned hideously grim.

"Yes, I desire the position of Demon Lord, but when you, Nie Jiuque, say you’ll give it, I despise it. What you discard, Nie Jiuque, is trash in my eyes as well!"

"What exactly do you want?!"

Zuo Yan laughed out loud, calm yet suppressing excitement, and said: "Kneel."