Wang Jian carried Han Xifeng's limp body as he flew towards a nearby lake, the wind whipping through his hair. When they arrived, he tossed her into the cool water and watched as she flailed about helplessly.

After a few moments, he dived in and pulled her back to the surface.

Han Xifeng lay there, coughing and gasping for air. Wang Jian watched her with a cold expression before finally tossing a dress at her.

"Get up and wear these clothes," he ordered her callously.

"I... I don't have any strength left," Han Xifeng responded weakly.

"I don't care," Wang Jian replied coldly. "You're lucky I even bothered to clean you up. Now get dressed, and let's go."

Han Xifeng managed to stand up, though her legs felt like jelly. She trembled with exhaustion and shame, feeling violated and humiliated.

As she stumbled to put on the dress that Wang Jian had thrown at her, she realized it was ill-fitting and uncomfortable. The fabric felt rough against her skin, and the dress was too tight around her bust, leaving little to the imagination.

Han Xifeng's face flushed with embarrassment as she struggled to adjust the dress, trying to cover herself up as much as possible.

Wang Jian watched with amusement as she fidgeted and adjusted the dress. He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at her discomfort. But after a while, he handed her an oversized cloak that concealed her body entirely.

"You look much better now," he said with a smirk.

Han Xifeng gritted her teeth in indignation due to this humiliation when Wang Jian dropped a bombshell.

"It's time to visit your tribe," he said.

Han Xifeng was startled and asked instinctively, "W-What? Why are we visiting my tribe? Haven't you punished me enough?!"

"Who said I am going to punish them? I am merely visiting my slave's tribe," Wang Jian replied, his voice laced with arrogance and malice.

Very soon, the two were on their way towards the lair.

As they walked, Han Xifeng couldn't help but feel a sense of dread building up inside her. She knew that her tribe would not look kindly upon her after what she had done, and the thought of facing them filled her with fear.

As they approached the entrance to the lair, Han Xifeng's heart sank at the sight of her tribe members.

Their expressions changed as they saw their clan heiress along with Wang Jian. They were terrified and puzzled.

"What are you doing with him, young miss?!" shouted out the members of the Miracle Angel Tribe.

Wang Jian's eyes glinted with amusement as he placed his arm around Han Xifeng's waist. He spoke with a sinister smile, "Your heiress has agreed to be my maid, so I have come to claim this tribe as its rightful owner."

The Miracle Angel Tribe members were terrified and angry, but they dared not show their anger to Wang Jian.

They knew once Wang Jian was angered, there would be no saving them.

There was no warrior in the Miracle Angel Tribe that could take on Wang Jian and his forces and preserve the Miracle Angel Tribe.

With Wang Jian leading the way, they entered the lair. The tribe members followed, casting fearful glances at Han Xifeng, who hung her head in shame.

Wang Jian's eyes scanned the lair, and he barked out an order, "Take me to Lin Feng. Now."

The tribe members scrambled to obey, their fear palpable. They silently led Wang Jian and Han Xifeng to the infirmary hall, where Lin Feng was lying on the bed, gravely injured from his battle with Wang Jian.

Lin Feng's eyes widened with shock and fury as he saw Wang Jian entering the infirmary hall. "You! How dare you show your face here?!" he shouted, his body trembling with rage.

"Allow me to share some news that might interest you. Your women have all been claimed by me," Wang Jian spoke with a twisted grin.

"Impossibl-," Lin Feng started to protest but abruptly stopped as his eyes landed on Han Xifeng's bitter expression.

Lin Feng struggled to stand up, his body still weak from the injuries. The sight of Wang Jian filled him with a fit of burning anger that he could barely contain. He tried to speak, but his voice was hoarse with rage.

Wang Jian smirked at him, relishing in the despair and fury he saw in Lin Feng's eyes. "It was certainly fun breaking their virgin bodies," he said, enjoying the effect his words had on Lin Feng.

Lin Feng gritted his teeth; his fists clenched so tight that his knuckles turned white. "I will kill you even if it's the last thing I do!" he growled.

"Nine Heavenly Lightning Sword – Twin Lightning Dragon Slas-!"

But his rage was short-lived, as Wang Jian moved with lightning speed and delivered a devastating blow to Lin Feng's chest with his Origin Fist. The impact was so powerful that it sent Lin Feng flying across the room, crashing into a wall.

As he lay there, gasping for air, Wang Jian stood over him, a wicked gleam in his eye. "You are no match for me, Lin Feng," he sneered.

Lin Feng glared at Wang Jian with intense hatred, his hand clutching the command seal of the Jin Clan tightly. He thought he could intimidate the tyrant with his clan's power.

But Wang Jian's response was far from intimidating.

Instead, a sardonic smirk played on his lips as he sneered, "You truly are amusing, fool. The Jin Clan is indeed a powerful entity, but even they wouldn't be foolish enough to provoke me for a worthless, insignificant idiot like you."

Lin Feng's face contorted with rage at the insult.

He moved his arm, holding the Nine Heavenly Lightning Sword in an attempt to slash Wang Jian.

He activated his Mystic Force, causing his Qi to flare up, and unleashed his Moonrise Fist upon Lin Feng.

The combination of standard Qi and Devil Qi made the punch extremely powerful. Lin Feng felt as though he was freezing from the inside out.

With a cold, condescending look in his eyes, Wang Jian spat out the word, "Die!"