Burning My Essence Blood, Blood Thunder Forbidden Art Suppresses Ghosts and Gods!

"Shut up?"

Lei Yun's eyes instantly turned blood red.

Those two words were like a drop of boiling oil splashing into a raging fire, completely igniting the anger and humiliation that had been suppressed within him for so long.

Scenes flashed wildly in his mind: the earnest expectations of his family elders, the flattery of his colleagues in the Special Cases Department, and the smooth, effortless path of genius he had enjoyed since childhood.

But all of that was shattered by a guy named Qin Feng from the moment he stepped onto this Ghost Bus!

With just a few candies, he easily resolved the resentful spirits that even his Lightning Law couldn't handle;

He could casually tease a C-Class Anomalous Event;

While he himself, the proud heir of the Lei Fa Gao Family, an elite of the Special Cases Department, couldn't even muster the most basic Palm Thunder in his fear!

"Why... why is a crooked path like yours getting recognized!"

Lei Yun's voice trembled and distorted with extreme rage. He glared fiercely at Qin Feng, his eyes flashing with a pathological madness.

"You think you can win everything with just your mouth? Do you think this is a movie or a novel?!"

A faint trace of resentment was mixed within his roar, an influence from the Anomalous Event domain of the Chained Prisoner, which could amplify negative emotions.

It caused Lei Yun's reason to be completely consumed by the flames of jealousy.

The Chained Prisoner's blood-red pupils darted back and forth between the two, a deep amusement flashing in its sunken eye sockets.

It smelled the fragrance of despair and infighting, its favorite pre-meal dessert.

"Qin Feng!"

Lei Yun's voice was already out of control. He no longer looked at Qin Feng, but instead cast all his resentful and venomous gaze towards the Chained Prisoner.

"I'll show you what true power is! And I'll show certain people who the real trash is!"

He suddenly clasped his hands together, and an extremely complex and dangerous hand seal formed in his palm.

Beneath his skin, blood-red patterns spread like a spiderweb, and his hair visibly turned a shade of gray-white.

Blood Thunder Art!

A forbidden technique passed down through generations of the Lei Fa Gao Family, yet strictly prohibited!

It burned one's vital essence as the price to unleash power beyond one's limits!

A thick smell of blood mixed with the burnt ozone scent of electricity permeated the air. Lei Yun's life force was rapidly weakening, but the power he unleashed surged to an unprecedented peak!

Blood-red lightning raged like angry dragons within the carriage, scorching twisted marks even into the sturdy metal walls.

"Lei Yun, stop!"

Liu Min screamed, trying to pull him back, but was directly blasted away by a violent surge of blood thunder power, slamming into the wall and losing consciousness.

At the front of the bus, Shen Bingyue, who was fiercely engaged with the headless driver, was also alarmed by the fierce thunderous might. She looked back and saw this scene, her face instantly turning extremely grim.

"That idiot! He'll die from the backlash if he can't handle it!"

The Chained Prisoner finally put away its amused expression, a hint of solemnity flashing in its blood-red pupils.

It could feel the self-destructive power emanating from Lei Yun, a power that even it felt threatened by.

"Very well."

It let out a low growl, the chains on its body swaying violently with a clatter.

"It's been a long time since prey dared to be so presumptuous in front of me."

Lei Yun could no longer hear anything; his world consisted only of the giant figure before him.

All the humiliation, anger, and jealousy would turn to ashes at this moment!

"Die... for me!"

He thrust out a palm, and a blood-red lightning palm shot out, like a meteor trailing a scarlet flame, fiercely smashing towards the Chained Prisoner!

Where the palm wind passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a teeth-grinding shriek!

Boom--!

The enormous explosion shook the entire carriage to its core.

The blood-red lightning and the black chains collided fiercely, erupting with a brilliance brighter than lightning, momentarily blinding everyone's eyes.

When the light faded, everyone saw a sight they would never forget.

Seven or eight of the thickest chains on the Chained Prisoner's chest had been forcibly broken, scattering black iron filings mixed with resentment.

Its massive body was forced back repeatedly, dragging long marks on the metal floor. A deep, bone-revealing, scorched, and smoking palm print appeared on its chest!

"Impossible!"

The Chained Prisoner let out a pained roar, its blood-red pupils showing shock and rage for the first time.

"A mere Form Observation ant... how could you... injure me!"

This earth-shattering strike had actually reached the threshold of C-Class!

However, Lei Yun, the caster, was like a candle in the wind.

His face was as pale as paper, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground. Blood poured from his mouth and nose as if it were free, and the lightning on his body completely extinguished.

"Heh... hehe..."

Lei Yun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the heavily injured Chained Prisoner, a tragic yet triumphant smile on his face.

"Did you see that... Qin Feng... This is... true power..."

His smile quickly froze.

Because the Chained Prisoner's rage had only just begun.

"Ant! You've earned the most agonizing death for your courage!"

The remaining chains on its body, like animated venomous pythons, wrapped around Lei Yun with sharp whistling sounds, overwhelming him.

Lei Yun wanted to dodge, but the backlash from the Blood Thunder Art had drained his last ounce of strength.

"No!"

With a cry of despair, he was instantly bound like a zongzi by the chains, the barbed iron rings digging deep into his flesh.

The Chained Prisoner lifted him to its face, its massive palm gripping his head.

"I will crush your bones inch by inch, then rip out your soul and make it a new decoration for my chains."

A venomous voice rang out, and its palm began to tighten. Lei Yun's skull let out a heart-stopping crack.

At this critical moment, between life and death, a figure as calm as it was cold appeared behind the Chained Prisoner like a phantom.

No lightning, no wind.

Just a crisp sound, as if cutting through a piece of paper.

Clang!

Three chains wrapped around Lei Yun's neck and vital heart area snapped, their ends as smooth as a mirror.

The Chained Prisoner cried out in pain and instinctively loosened its grip.

Lei Yun fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, gasping greedily for air.

He struggled to lift his head and saw Qin Feng's calm profile, and the ancient-looking scissors in his hand, still dripping black liquid.

"You..."

Lei Yun stared at Qin Feng in disbelief. He never imagined that the one saving his life would be the person he looked down on the most.

"Don't speak yet, you might bite your tongue."

Qin Feng didn't look back, his gaze passing through the prisoner's massive body as if looking at a dead thing.

"You've already built up the atmosphere, leave the rest to me."

The Chained Prisoner suddenly turned, its blood-red pupils locked onto Qin Feng.

This time, the playfulness, rage, and contempt in its eyes vanished, replaced by unprecedented... apprehension.

It hadn't even seen the other party's movement with that last snip.

"An interesting prey..." The Chained Prisoner licked its dry lips, its voice hoarse and excited. "It seems tonight's dinner will be much more satisfying than I imagined."