"Sis, it hurts. Let go," Wang Mei cried, struggling in Wang Yue's arms. However, unable to control her emotions, Wang Yue unconsciously tightened her grip.
Once inside the car, Wang Yue gradually regained her composure and placed Wang Mei by her side. It was only after giving instructions to the driver that she finally reflected on her actions. She wiped away the tears forming in her eyes, her recall Chen Fan, who wore a delighted smile as he looked at a newly received message.
The voice in her mind echoed once more—Chen Fan had spent time with another woman, even sharing the same bed.
We only just met, right? So why does this bother me so much?
Get a hold of yourself, Wang Yue. He's bound to have a harem in the future. This already shows his nature, doesn't it? So why do you keep thinking about him, you fool
She kept repeating these thoughts to herself, trying to suppress the surge of emotions within her.
"What a terrible man."
The driver's sudden remark caught her off guard. Instinctively, she turned to look at him, her expression puzzled.
"Just yesterday, he was embracing one woman, and today he's already trying to get close to another. Shamelessly flitting in and out of their lives," the driver muttered, seemingly oblivious to her reaction.
A chill ran down Wang Yue's spine as she studied the man. Was it a mere coincidence, or did he somehow know the truth? A stalker? No, she had chosen this car at random. Or maybe…? The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. Without hesitation, she pulled Wang Mei closer into her arms.
"We'll stop here, sir," she said firmly.
But the driver ignored her words entirely. Instead, he accelerated.
"Don't you despise him? Toying with your heart however he pleases?" His voice carried an eerie calmness.
"Stop the car!" Wang Yue's voice rose in panic. Even Wang Mei, sensing the growing tension, trembled in her embrace.
"I just can't let this injustice continue, Miss. Don't worry—I'll make sure he pays," the driver said with unsettling determination.
Wang Yue opened her mouth to protest again, but before she could utter another word, a wave of weakness swept over her. Her limbs lost strength, a numbing sensation creeping into her body. She turned to Wang Mei, only to find the girl had already lost consciousness. Despair flickered in her hazy eyes.
"Sa—…ve…"
Her voice barely escaped her lips before her consciousness faded entirely.
"Tch. Even after all that, she still can't be fully controlled? She still harbors lingering feelings for that brat?" The driver smirked in amusement, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. He was one of the vessels of the Blood King, an infiltrator who had long embedded himself within the city.
"But to think my luck would be this good… meeting him so soon."
Earlier, he had spotted Chen Fan with this woman. It was evident they had a close relationship, but he had also noticed her dissatisfaction toward Chen Fan. That was precisely why he had sought to amplify her negative emotions—to make her utterly loathe him. It would have been entertaining to toy with Chen Fan's life through her, but even now, she clung to some foolish attachment.
"Fortunately, that lizard eye is still in its weakened form. That allowed me to affect her, even if only to some extent."
His smirk deepened.
"Well… this works too, I suppose." His gaze lingered on the unconscious women as he considered his next move. Should he kill them or take them as hostages?
"If I kill them, that brat will be absolutely furious, won't he?" The thought amused him, but he ultimately shook his head. His priority was retrieving Chen Fan's soul, and the best way to achieve that was to kill him directly. This vessel possessed the strength of a Soul Formation Stage Eight cultivator. Even with that brat's abnormal power, it should be more than enough to eliminate him.
He knew all too well the dangers of fighting someone with nothing to lose. If he killed these two, Chen Fan would have no reason to hold back, and that would be a disadvantage. No, it was far better to force him into battle while making him protect them at the same time. That way, it would be easier to take him down.
"But… a little suffering should be fine, I suppose." His grin widened as he looked down at the unconscious women.
"Hm?"
His eyes flickered toward the rearview mirror, where he spotted Chen Fan already sprinting toward them.
"Well, let's stir up a little chaos, shall we?"
With a smirk, the Blood King shrouded Wang Yue and Wang Mei in a dense mist, instantly shifting their location. At the same time, he left behind a clone in the car.
"At the very least, I should get to enjoy his expression when he realizes he's already too late," he chuckled darkly.
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BOOM
the sudden explosion caught him off guard, making him doesnt fully shield himself. his body thrown a dezen of meters from the car. his body suffern burn and scar making blood flow from his body. yet chen fan immediatly looking around trying to find a clue.
"let me do it" ao xue word echoe in his head and his vision back to the qi perceving eye. he can see a faint red mist from the explosion and his eyes shine sligttly making the miss turn into a straight line toward the distance. "it would take 5 minutes from here"
without hesiation chen fan spread the dragon iwng and creat wind spell. he jump with the strongest force he could make, destrotying his previous foothold. "5 minutes is too long" chen fan anxiously acceleate his speed, hoping to reach that place as soon as possible "please be safe"
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Wang Yue slowly opened her eyes, her vision adjusting to the dimly lit surroundings. The faint glow provided little comfort as she took in the unfamiliar, eerie space. The memory of what had happened before she lost consciousness surged back, sending a chill through her spine. Instinctively, she turned to Wang Mei, who was groggily rubbing her eyes, still half-asleep.
"Sis, where are we?" Wang Mei's small voice trembled with uncertainty.
"Oh, you're awake."
The unfamiliar voice made Wang Yue whip her head around. There, standing in the mist-filled room, was a man grinning at them, an unsettling aura surrounding him. She immediately pulled Wang Mei into her embrace, her entire body tensing in fear.
"Wh-what do you want?" Wang Yue stammered, her voice barely steady.
"Don't be so frightened. After all, we are the same," the man said with a smile that sent shivers down her spine. "I hate Chen Fan too. And you're only here because of him. Don't you want revenge?"
His words struck Wang Yue like a dagger.
"Sis… hiks… I want to go home… I don't want to be here…" Wang Mei whimpered, her small body trembling against Wang Yue's hold.
Wang Yue's thoughts raced. Was this man trying to manipulate her? "We're not close to Chen Fan. Even if you captured us, he wouldn't come," she said, hoping to convince him to let them go.
The man's smile widened. "Oh? Then he's truly heartless. But that's fine. We can try something else, right?" His gaze darkened, his eyes roaming over Wang Yue's body with an unmistakable intent.
Her breath caught in her throat, sheer terror overtaking her. "Please… please let us go." She tried to move, but no matter how hard she struggled, her legs refused to respond. The realization only deepened her despair.
"Alright. No teleportation allowed in this space," the man muttered to himself. It made no sense to Wang Yue, but her mind had no room to process his words. Her only focus was on his slow, deliberate steps toward them.
"Wahhh! I want to go home… Mom… Brother…" Wang Mei sobbed hysterically as the man neared.
"Tch. What a noisy brat." The Blood King conjured a blood-red needle and flicked it toward Wang Mei.
Wang Yue's eyes widened in horror. Without hesitation, she shielded her sister with her body.
"Ughh…" A searing pain pierced her abdomen. The shock made her body tremble, cold sweat dripping down her forehead. Blood seeped from the wound, staining her clothes. Wang Mei screamed even louder at the sight of her sister's injury, her cries echoing in the enclosed space.
"Hmmm… should I kill one of you? That would surely enrage him," the Blood King mused, his tone disturbingly amused. "Or perhaps I should push you both to the brink of death? No… letting you die in battle later would be troublesome."
With a flick of his wrist, more blood needles shot from his fingers, piercing Wang Yue's body. He avoided any fatal spots, prolonging her suffering. Her limbs trembled, her body weakening with every attack. Tears spilled from her eyes, both from the pain and the realization of their helplessness.
Why? Why are we suffering like this? Just because of Chen Fan? Just because we were close to him?
The thought repeated in her mind like a broken mantra. Wang Mei's sobs grew weaker, but her fear remained palpable. As the pain deepened, Wang Yue felt the stirrings of resentment take root.
"Oh? Hahaha… finally, it begins," the Blood King chuckled darkly, watching as bitterness surfaced in her eyes. "I suppose I really do need to kill one of you. Let's start with the little—"
Before he could finish, his body tensed.
A presence.
Faster than his mind could register, an unstoppable force tore through the walls. In an instant, a figure emerged like a raging storm.
Chen Fan.
The Blood King barely had time to react before a devastating fist, imbued with Annihilation Qi, crashed into him. The upper half of his body disintegrated instantly under the sheer force.
Chen Fan's crimson eyes locked onto Wang Yue, covered in blood. His breath hitched, and without hesitation, he moved to her side, swiftly destroying the blood needles embedded in her flesh. Summoning Ao Xue's healing power, he watched as her wounds began to close at a visible rate.
Wang Yue's hazy vision landed on him. The pain, once unbearable, slowly faded. Before she could utter a word, darkness swallowed her consciousness.
"Brother… hiks… Sister… what happened to Sister?" Wang Mei's voice cracked with exhaustion, her energy completely drained from crying. She clung to Chen Fan's presence like a lifeline.
Chen Fan's gaze softened as he gently patted her head. "It's okay. Brother's here. I'll take care of everything."
She sniffled, finding solace in his words. Her eyelids drooped, and soon she succumbed to exhaustion.
Placing her down gently, Chen Fan turned back—just in time to see the Blood King's body reassembling. However, only his upper half remained, levitating in the air.
"Tch. A miscalculation, huh?" the Blood King muttered, irritation flickering in his expression. Without a complete regeneration, his combat advantage had been stripped away. Still, a twisted satisfaction lingered in his eyes as he observed the destruction he had caused.
"Well, I'd still call this a win." He smirked, but his taunt was met with an unyielding silence.
Chen Fan's expression was devoid of emotion, but beneath the calm, his buried fury burned like an inferno.
"Why don't you laugh?" The Blood King sneered. "Didn't you save her just in time? She must be devoted to you now. You're the hero, aren't you?" His grin widened. "Aren't you dying to kill me? Go on. Smash my head into pieces."
Before another word could leave his lips, his pupils shrank in horror.
A shift.
The very air around Chen Fan warped. The Blood King's body collapsed to the ground, his control over his Qi vanishing entirely.
Thud.
Panic crept into his eyes as he realized he couldn't gather Qi. Worse—his Qi was dissipating. If this continued, he would lose all connection to his vessel.
"I won't kill you."
Chen Fan's voice was cold, unforgiving. "I'll make sure to drag you to hell. And if hell doesn't exist… I will create one for you. You will suffer for eternity."
Under normal circumstances, the Blood King would have laughed it off. But this power—this terrifying force—was unlike anything he had encountered before. He watched, helpless, as every last drop of Qi in his body ceased to exist. His consciousness severed from the vessel, his body crumbling in irreversible decay.
Chen Fan staggered, his own Qi utterly depleted. His body trembled as exhaustion threatened to overtake him.
"Brat… what the hell was that?" Ao Xue's astonished voice rang in his mind. He could see it clearly—all Qi within a five-meter radius of Chen Fan had been completely erased.
This was different from his Annihilation Qi, which only destroyed tangible things. This power erased Qi itself.
Chen Fan had used Rule Maker.
For now, his control extended only to Qi within five meters. The downside was severe—once activated, he couldn't move until the technique ended, and it burned through all his Qi instantly.
He swallowed a pill, replenishing his energy, then turned toward Wang Yue and Wang Mei. The sight of them, their frail bodies and lingering fear, made his fists clench.
Because of his arrogance, he had let them suffer.
Chen Fan made a decision.
This would never happen again.