Black water bloomed with a mass of blood. At its center, Sheng Zui clutched Xu Dian by the throat with one hand and dragged Mu Mengbai upward with the other.
Mu Mengbai stared at Sheng Zui, half delighted and half terrified. The Eldest Young Master had finally woken up and sprung into action at the last possible moment—but he'd just woken up and was already strangling someone to death right in front of me! Did he not care one bit about how much I could take?
Mu Mengbai grumbled to himself. The Eldest Young Master's grip was so tight it made him tremble, afraid that with a little more force he'd snap him in half too.
The moment they burst out of the Nether Lake, Mu Mengbai shivered and gulped in great breaths. "Eldest Young Master! Sheng Zui! Hey!"
He stared in shock toward the shore. Sheng Zui had already hauled Xu Dian, who was long dead, onto land, still in a furious rage.
Anger, fury, excitement, and bloodlust tangled together. The Nether Lake's icy chill had seeped into Sheng Zui's body, making him tremble uncontrollably. His pores opened wide, his blood raced faster, and wisps of white, icy mist streamed from him.
Xu Dian's neck was broken, his head lolling at an awkward angle. If Sheng Zui weren't holding him, it would already have fallen to the ground.
Yet Sheng Zui acted as if he didn't realize Xu Dian was dead. He kept gripping his throat and slamming him hard against the ground, kicking and stomping on him.
As if he meant to tear him into pieces.
Blood splattered all over Sheng Zui's face and body, but he still didn't stop.
"That's enough! Stop! He's already dead!" Mu Mengbai hurried ashore to pull Sheng Zui away, but Sheng Zui