Domestic Violence

The fog that had enveloped everything dissipated, revealing the ruins of Huizhou County.

In the center of the ruined city, the moment the fog was blown away, Xu Yuan awoke from his daze.

Raising his jet-black eyes, devoid of any white, Xu Yuan gazed at the white-clad man slowly approaching him, his eyes filled with confusion.

He couldn't understand why the comforting mist had disappeared, nor could he understand why food kept disturbing him while he was sleeping.

However, just as the man in white stopped about half a meter in front of him, Xu Yuan suddenly caught a whiff of his scent. He licked his lips, and a dry, broken voice escaped his lips:

"You are very good."

"Bang!"

A muffled thud suddenly rang out.

Looking at the azure sky, Xu Yuan, lying on the ground, felt even more confused.

Wasn't he going to eat this food?

Why did he suddenly lie down on the ground?

Just as he was wondering, a detached voice suddenly came from above his head:

"Stand up."

Xu Yuan tilted his head slightly, his gaze gradually moving upwards, until he saw the white-robed man looking down at him.

For some reason,

The moment he saw that look, a surge of anger inexplicably rose within him.

He wanted to tear the food into pieces, bit by bit, and then...

"Bang!"

Before his thoughts could settle, the man in white struck him in the abdomen with his sword sheath.

"I told you to get up."

This blow made Xu Yuan experience a tactile sensation called pain for the first time.

And it hurts a lot.

His body was trembling uncontrollably from the pain.

Amidst the intense pain, the rage in Xu Yuan's mind instantly surpassed its breaking point. He raised his left hand towards the other person, his voice hoarse as he roared:

"You go to hell!"

As this angry voice rang out, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly became strange, and countless tough willow branches appeared out of thin air in the soil within a ten-zhang radius, rushing towards the man in white!

Upon seeing this ability to create things out of thin air, Feng Jiuxuan couldn't help but show a hint of surprise in his eyes, but the next moment, the sword sheath struck down again.

This time,

The blow was to his raised left hand.

The instant the scabbard touched Xu Yuan's left wrist bone, an invisible gust of wind suddenly spread out, instantly slicing the willow branches that had bound the middle-aged beauty immobile into dust.

An indescribable pain surged through him again, and Xu Yuan curled up, clutching his wounded left hand, muttering unconsciously:

"Ouch! It hurts! It hurts so much!"

But the other party showed him no sign of catching his breath, and the indifferent voice came again:

"If you don't get up, you'll just stay lying there and take the beating."

As he finished speaking, in Xu Yuan's peripheral vision, the man in white, white as snow, raised the long sword that was sheathed once more.

This time,

Without any hesitation, he vanished from his spot.

Looking at the suddenly disappeared scene, Feng Jiuxuan's eyes showed a hint of doubt, but that doubt quickly turned into a relieved smile on his lips.

Changtian can still use this teleportation sword technique from his human days, which suggests he still retains some consciousness.

As he thought this, Feng Jiuxuan casually took a step to the left and swung his sword hilt back at him.

"Bang!"

The moment his figure appeared, before Xu Yuan, who was preparing to launch a sneak attack, could react, the hilt of the sword struck him on the temple.

Time seemed to stand still.

This blow caused Xu Yuan to momentarily lose focus in his eyes, which had no whites.

The immense force it carried sent him flying dozens of feet backward in an instant, crashing heavily into a pile of ruins in the city, raising a cloud of dust before disappearing without a trace.

Seeing this, Feng Jiuxuan subconsciously glanced down at his hand holding the sword blade, feeling somewhat hesitant.

Did he go a little too far?

However, Feng Jiuxuan soon felt relieved, because he sensed Changtian slowly rising from the smoke and dust.

Xu Yuan clutched his temple, his eyes fixed on the delicious food across from him with a crazed and ferocious gaze, but the sheer terror of the food made him hesitant to approach any closer.

Seeing this, Feng Jiuxuan slowly walked towards Xu Yuan, and as he walked, he chuckled softly and asked:

"Changtian, are you scared already?"

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As the figure drew closer, Xu Yuan raised his hand and suddenly plunged his palm into his own chest.

In an instant, bright red blood splattered in the air.

Upon seeing this scene,

Feng Jiuxuan immediately stopped in his tracks, his relaxed expression turning serious than ever before.

Seeing the white-clad man stop, Xu Yuan's lips curled into a ferocious smile, his eyes blazing with even more madness, his voice hoarse:

"It seems like you're the one who's afraid now."

The other person's indifferent expression always inexplicably annoyed him, but he was quite satisfied with the expression on the other person's face now.

And then, he'll make sure the other person wears that expression on their face forever!

With a frantic thought running through his mind, Xu Yuan slowly pulled the Willowwood Ghost Blade out of his body, bit by bit, with his hand that had been inserted into his chest.

As the Willowwood Ghost Blade was pulled out, the gruesome wound on Xu Yuan's chest, which he had torn open himself, began to heal rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

What puzzled Xu Yuan was that after he completely removed the Willowwood Ghost Blade, the solemn expression on the white-robed man's face disappeared.

Feng Jiuxuan looked at the boy who had taken out and was holding that rather strange wooden knife, and felt a little annoyed.

Suddenly, he stabbed himself in the chest. He thought that after this kid turned into this kind of person, he could still try to threaten him with self-harm.

Thankfully, it was a false alarm.

However, judging from Changtian's current self-healing ability...

A cruel glint gradually appeared in Feng Jiuxuan's eyes, which had regained their smile, and his voice was soft and gentle:

"Changtian, I have something I want to tell you."

Xu Yuan suppressed his confusion and doubt, and slowly raised the Willowwood Ghost Blade in his hand.

With this movement, countless black ink-splashed Sword Qi condensed in the air, whistling and enveloping Feng Jiuxuan, the terrifying energy emanating from them almost shaking the space itself.

Feng Jiuxuan looked at the familiar splashed ink Sword Qi around him and sighed softly:

"You really haven't improved at all. You didn't listen to a single word I taught you in Di'an City."

Xu Yuan couldn't understand what the man in white meant, but that didn't stop him from wanting to kill him. The ghost blade slid down:

"Go to hell."

Feng Jiuxuan did not use his sword skills to break the attack, nor did he use his life force to shatter the Sword Qi. He continued to walk towards Xu Yuan at the same pace as before.

The Sword Qi rained down, but Feng Jiuxuan narrowly avoided it without exception. The Ink Sword, carrying a terrifying aura, almost leveled the already dilapidated ground by nearly ten feet!

As the last sword Sword Qi fell, Feng Jiuxuan lightly stepped forward, instantly covering a hundred feet and arriving in front of Xu Yuan again.

He looked at the familiar face before him from a distance, his voice gentle:

"Changtian, you seem to be much more resilient now. In order to render you incapable of resistance as soon as possible..."

After saying that,

Feng Jiuxuan gently raised his hand and placed his fist on Xu Yuan Xu Yuan's chest, smiling slightly at him, "I can only be more serious now."

The next moment,

A sudden, sharp burst of force.

"Buzz--"

With the force of the blow, Xu Yuan was once again sent flying backward.

Compared to last time, this time he flew much farther and was a little faster.

The person flies ahead, while the soul chases behind.

In an instant, his body flew nearly ten miles away, skimming over the ruins, smashing through the thick city wall of Huizhou County, and finally embedding itself in a mountain gully outside the city before coming to a stop!

After the attack, Feng Jiuxuan did not rush over immediately. Instead, he looked up at Lou Ji, who was standing in mid-air, and calmly transmitted his voice:

"Lou Ji, Changtian might be trying to escape. Go to Zidu Prefecture and make preparations. It has the largest medicine and stone warehouse of our Prime Minister's Mansion in Capital North Prefecture. After I drain all the strange energy from Changtian's body, I'll bring him to find you."

Lou Ji nodded slightly upon hearing this, and reminded her:

"Okay, remember not to deplete it all. Right now, Changtian's life is entirely sustained by those strange energies."

"Don't worry, I know."

After saying that, Feng Jiuxuan slowly flew towards the direction where Xu Yuan had crashed down the earthen slope.

Xu Yuan had no idea what had just happened. He only knew that after taking that punch, he found himself here, and that he seemed completely unable to move.

He subconsciously glanced down at his body; his torso and limbs were completely twisted and deformed.

"Creak--creak--"

Under his gaze, a sickeningly loud grinding sound of bones and the rustling of flesh growing softly rang out, and then his body was rapidly repaired by an unknown force.

In just a few breaths, he was completely recovered.

But this did not bring him any joy; instead, it made him feel somewhat agitated.

Much of the food I had previously eaten and stored had already been digested.

His gaze pierced through the void as he looked at the white-robed man who was flying towards him unhurriedly. For the first time, Xu Yuan's eyes showed a hint of retreat.

This man in white is delicious; if he eats him, he will be temporarily full. But unfortunately, it seems he can't eat him right now.

If I keep fighting, I'm afraid I'll become very, very hungry.

Rational thoughts swirled in his mind, but ultimately, primal hunger prevailed. Xu Yuan decided to try again; if it didn't work, he would run away.

Thinking to myself,

Xu Yuan gripped the Willowwood Ghost Blade slightly, his aura suddenly surged, and he unleashed his strongest sword strike at the flying white-robed man—the same strike that had driven away that unpalatable ball of light woman.

It felt like a fleeting moment, yet also like eternity.

Wherever the invisible sword passed, trees fell, and towering city walls were sliced off and slid down, sweeping directly in front of the white-robed man.

But just when Xu Yuan thought he had succeeded...

"Bass--"

The sound of a sword being drawn echoed across the entire sky.

Feng Jiuxuan suddenly stopped flying and drew his Azure Abyss Sword halfway out to block in front of him.

His strongest, invisible Sword Qi was directly blocked by the exposed half of the sword blade, and only a ripple flashed across it.

Upon seeing this scene, only one thought remained in Xu Yuan's chaotic mind.

run.

Run!

He couldn't beat the man in white.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when his figure vanished from the spot, reappearing a hundred feet away. He used the teleportation technique repeatedly as if it didn't require Source Qi.

In the blink of an eye, he had escaped more than ten miles away.

This was only the beginning of his escape. He sped along, teleporting as he went, covering an unknown distance, until the ever-increasing hunger within him forced him to slow down and stop on a hillside.

Stand still on the earthen slope,

Xu Yuan turned his head to look in the direction of Huizhou County, his dark eyes filled with a hint of gloomy anger.

Once he's completely full, he'll find that man in white again and tear his body apart piece by piece!

One day later, in a secret room in Zidu Prefecture.

Feng Jiuxuan, carrying Xu Yuan who was lying there like a dead dog, looked at Lou Ji, whose eyes were full of worry, and asked softly:

"There's still hope in this situation, right?"