"Shut up?"
Lei Yun's eyes instantly turned blood-red.
Those two words were like a drop of boiling oil splashed into blazing fire, completely igniting the rage and humiliation that had built up inside him for so long.
Scenes flashed wildly through his mind: the earnest expectations of the family elders, the flattery of his Special Cases Department colleagues, and the smooth, blessed path of genius he had walked since childhood.
But from the moment he stepped onto this Ghost Bus, all of it had been crushed to pieces by a guy named Qin Feng!
With just a few pieces of candy, Qin Feng had easily dispelled a resentful spirit that even his lightning arts could do nothing against;
When facing a C-Class Anomalous Event, Qin Feng could still joke around leisurely;
Yet he, the heir of the Lei Fa Gao Family and an elite of the Special Cases Department, could not even gather the most basic Palm Thunder in his terror!
"Why... Why does someone like you, who relies on crooked tricks, get recognition?!"
Lei Yun's voice twisted and trembled with extreme fury. He glared viciously at Qin Feng, his eyes flashing with sickening madness.
"You think you can defeat everything just by talking? You think this is some movie or novel?!"
Mixed into his roar was a faint trace of resentment, the influence of the Chained Prisoner's anomalous domain that amplified negative emotions.
It completely devoured Lei Yun's reason in the flames of jealousy.
The Chained Prisoner's blood-red pupils swept back and forth between the two of them, and a thick amusement flashed through its sunken eye sockets.
It had caught the scent of despair and infighting, its favorite appetizer.
"Qin Feng!"
Lei Yun's voice had completely spiraled out of control. He no longer looked at Qin Feng, instead turning all his venomous hatred toward the Chained Prisoner.
"I'll show you what real power is! And let certain people see who the real trash is!"
He suddenly pressed his palms together, forming an extraordinarily complex and dangerous hand seal between them.
Beneath his skin, crimson veins spread like a spiderweb, while his hair visibly took on a layer of grayish white.
Blood Thunder Art!
A forbidden art passed down through generations of the Lei Fa Gao Family, yet strictly prohibited from use!
At the cost of burning one's Life Blood Essence, it unleashed power beyond one's own limits!
A thick scent of blood mixed with the scorched smell of electrical arcs filled the air. Lei Yun's life force rapidly weakened, yet the pressure erupting from him climbed to an unprecedented peak!
Crimson lightning raged through the bus like furious dragons, scorching even the sturdy metal walls into twisted blackened marks.
"Lei Yun, stop!"
Liu Min screamed and tried to pull him away, but a violent force of blood lightning blasted her backward. She struck the wall of the bus and fainted.
At the front of the bus, Shen Bingyue, who was fiercely battling the Headless Driver, was also startled by that violent lightning pressure. When she turned and saw the scene, her expression instantly became incomparably grim.
"That idiot! He'll die if he can't withstand the backlash!"
The Chained Prisoner finally put away its amused expression. A trace of solemnity flashed through those blood-red pupils.
It could sense the mutually destructive power of annihilation within Lei Yun. Even it felt threatened.
"Very good."
It let out a low roar, the chains around its body clattering violently.
"It has been a long time since prey dared act so presumptuously before me."
Lei Yun could no longer hear anything. In his world, only the enormous figure before him remained.
All his humiliation, rage, and jealousy would turn to ashes at this moment!
"Die!"
He struck with his palm, sending a crimson lightning palm flying forth like a meteor dragging a scarlet tail of flame as it crashed toward the Chained Prisoner!
Wherever the palm wind passed, the air was torn apart with a shriek that made teeth ache!
Boom—!
The tremendous explosion nearly shook the entire bus apart.
Crimson lightning and black chains collided fiercely, erupting in a brilliance even more dazzling than lightning and temporarily blinding everyone.
When the light faded, everyone saw a sight they would never forget.
Seven or eight of the thickest chains across the Chained Prisoner's chest had been blasted apart. Black iron fragments mixed with resentment and scattered in every direction.
Its massive body staggered backward repeatedly, carving long trails across the metal floor. A charred, smoking palm print deep enough to expose bone had appeared on its chest!
"Impossible!"
The Chained Prisoner let out a pained howl, and shock and fury appeared in its blood-red pupils for the first time.
"A mere ant at the Observation Form stage... How could you... hurt me?!"
That earthshaking strike had actually reached the threshold of C-Class!
However, Lei Yun, the caster, was already a candle flickering in the wind.
His face was pale as paper. His knees gave way, and he collapsed to the ground as blood poured from his nose and mouth as if it cost nothing. The lightning around him went completely out.
"Heh... Hehehe..."
Lei Yun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Looking at the heavily wounded Chained Prisoner, he revealed a bleak yet smug smile.
"Did you see that... Qin Feng... This is... real power..."
His smile soon froze.
Because the Chained Prisoner's fury had only just begun.
"Ant! Your courage has earned you the most painful death!"
The chains remaining on its body came alive like venomous pythons, whistling sharply through the air as they swept toward Lei Yun from all directions!
Lei Yun wanted to dodge, but the backlash from the Blood Thunder Art had drained away his last bit of strength.
"No!"
Amid his desperate cry, the chains instantly wrapped him into a bundle. Iron rings covered in barbs dug deeply into his flesh.
The Chained Prisoner grabbed him and lifted him before its face, its huge palm clamping around his head.
"I'll crush your bones inch by inch, then pull out your soul and turn it into a new ornament for my chains."
Its vicious voice rang out as its palm began to tighten. Lei Yun's skull made a horrifying cracking sound.
At that critical moment between life and death, a calm figure, almost cold to the point of cruelty, appeared behind the Chained Prisoner like a ghost.
There was no lightning, no sound of wind.
Only a crisp sound, like a sheet of paper being cut.
Clang!
The three chains wrapped around Lei Yun's neck and heart snapped apart at once, their severed ends smooth as mirrors.
The Chained Prisoner recoiled in pain and instinctively released its grip.
Lei Yun fell to the ground like a lump of mud, greedily gasping for air.
He struggled to raise his head and saw Qin Feng's unruffled profile, along with the antique-looking scissors in his hand, still dripping black liquid.
"You..."
Lei Yun stared at Qin Feng in disbelief. He had never imagined that the person who saved his life would be the one he despised most.
"Don't talk yet. You'll bite your tongue."
Without turning around, Qin Feng's gaze passed through the prisoner's enormous body as though he were looking at a dead object.
"You've already built up the atmosphere this much. Leave the rest to me."
The Chained Prisoner abruptly turned around, its blood-red pupils locking tightly onto Qin Feng.
This time, all the amusement, fury, and contempt in its eyes vanished, replaced by unprecedented... wariness.
It had not even seen the movement behind that snip.
"An interesting prey..." The Chained Prisoner licked its cracked lips, its voice hoarse with excitement. "It seems tonight's dinner will be far more lavish than I imagined."
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