Break His Legs? Qian Yu: Can't Kill Him Yet, Need to Make Bibi Dong See Yu Xiaogang for Who He Really Is!

Qian Yu watched Yu Xiaogang's hysterical, mad-dog display in silence.

There was not a ripple in the depths of his eyes, as if he were looking at a pile of irredeemable trash.

"A devil?"

Qian Yu let out a soft chuckle, his tone laced with a mocking pity:

"To a weakling like you, who cannot even protect his own woman, the one who controls your fate must indeed seem like a devil."

He slowly extended a slender, pale finger and tapped it lightly against the empty air.

Hum--!

A divine, scorching, and terrifying pressure, heavy as a hundred thousand mountains, crashed down upon Yu Xiaogang.

"Crack! Crack!"

Every bone in Yu Xiaogang's body instantly emitted a teeth-grinding sound of fracturing.

His entire person was pinned firmly against the cold wall by this horrific momentum.

Even his breathing came to a complete standstill in that moment.

His blood-stained face twisted and deformed from the extreme agony.

"What makes you think you have the qualifications to make me waste my effort on deceiving you?"

Qian Yu's voice was like a god from the nine heavens—cold, majestic, and beyond question:

"To preserve your lowly life, she had no choice but to compromise. She used her entire life to pay the price for your incompetence as a piece of trash."

"Yu Xiaogang, you keep saying you love her, that you understand her."

Qian Yu leaned in slightly, watching Yu Xiaogang's eyes roll back from asphyxiation, and delivered a soul-crushing blow, word by word:

"But besides humiliation, danger, and despair, what else have you ever brought her?"

This sentence was like the sharpest blade in the world.

It pierced precisely and cruelly through the deepest defenses of Yu Xiaogang's heart.

His struggle froze.

His hands, which had been tugging at the iron chains, fell limply to his sides.

The madness and unwillingness in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by endless gray and dead silence.

He understood.

Qian Yu had not lied to him.

Given the way Martial Soul Hall operated, if Bibi Dong had not made a massive sacrifice and compromise, his actions of provoking Qian Xunji earlier would have already left him a cold corpse.

It was him... it was he who had harmed Dong'er!

It was his pride in his own talent and his self-importance that had pushed Dong'er into the abyss!

Watching the last glimmer of light in Yu Xiaogang's eyes extinguish completely, leaving him slumped against the chains like mud drained of its soul, Qian Yu finally retracted his pressure with satisfaction.

Killing a man is nothing more than a nod of the head.

Destroying the heart is the most thorough annihilation.

He wanted Yu Xiaogang to carry this endless guilt, humiliation, and fear.

To live out the rest of his life like a rat in the sewer, gasping for breath.

Qian Yu turned around, not sparing another glance at the waste that had been completely destroyed.

He strode forward with long legs, walking toward the exit of the water dungeon with elegant poise.

"Someone come."

His cold, clear voice echoed through the empty water dungeon.

Swish! Swish!

Two Martial Soul Hall Enforcement Knights clad in black armor appeared at the cell door like ghosts.

They knelt on one knee, their expressions fanatical and filled with awe:

"My Lord!"

"Take him down."

Qian Yu's footsteps did not falter in the slightest, his white silhouette gradually merging into the light outside the water dungeon.

He left behind only that final, bone-chilling verdict, like a death warrant from the King of Hell:

"Break his legs and throw him out of Martial Soul City like trash."

"Tell him that from this day forward, if he dares to step even half a foot into the territory of Martial Soul Hall,"

"Or if I ever hear him utter the name 'Bibi Dong' anywhere on this continent again..."

"I will make him understand what it means to wish for death but be unable to die."

"Bang!"

The heavy door of the water dungeon slammed shut with a thunderous boom.

Stepping out of the dungeon, Qian Yu narrowed his eyes slightly.

Listening to the faint, shrill screams of Yu Xiaogang—who sounded like a dying dog—rising from beneath his feet, The corners of his mouth curled upward.

Kill Yu Xiaogang?

Qian Yu had certainly considered it.

Given his current status and strength within Martial Soul Hall, Crushing this piece of trash, who hadn't even reached level thirty, would be as simple as crushing an ant.

It wouldn't even dirty his hands.

But he did not do it.

Because now was not the time to kill this waste.

Qian Yu understood human nature too well, and he understood Bibi Dong too well.

Although his senior brother Qian Xunji had used the absolute power of Martial Soul Hall to bind Bibi Dong to his side through an arranged marriage, Making her his nominal fiancée, It was precisely this extreme, oppressive environment

That would imbue the "ridiculous love" Bibi Dong held for Yu Xiaogang with an intensely tragic hue and a sense of defiance.

In the eyes of the current Bibi Dong, Yu Xiaogang was a victim suffering an unmerited disaster because of her.

He was the "beloved" she had to sacrifice herself to protect for the sake of the bigger picture.

If Qian Yu were to kill Yu Xiaogang in the water dungeon right now, Then this piece of trash would be forever frozen in the most beautiful moment of Bibi Dong's memory.

He would become an indelible vermilion mole in her heart, a forbidden scar that could never be touched.

(Reference: Fox Spirit Matchmaker, Tushan Honghong and that little Taoist)

The living can never compete with the dead.

If he truly did that, Qian Yu might be able to possess Bibi Dong's body, But he would almost certainly never have the chance to completely conquer her and win her entire heart.

"To let you die just like that, wouldn't that be letting you off too easily..."

Qian Yu stood with his hands behind his back on the steps, looking down at the streets of Martial Soul City.

A dark, gloomy light flickered in the depths of his eyes.

Breaking his legs and throwing him out of Martial Soul City like trash—

Giving this waste a bloody lesson was merely the first step.

He needed to keep Yu Xiaogang's dog life intact.

He would let him experience the cruel beatings of the world.

He would let his hypocritical, cowardly, and selfish nature be thoroughly exposed in the desperate situation of losing the protection of Martial Soul Hall.

When the time was ripe, Qian Yu would personally take Bibi Dong to watch, as if watching a play, And slowly enjoy seeing Yu Xiaogang.

See how he would wag his tail and beg for mercy just to survive.

See how he would abandon his dignity for the sake of profit.

And see how he would turn around and throw himself into the arms of other women.

He wanted to peel away, bit by bit, the disguise of the "misunderstood master" that Yu Xiaogang wore.

He wanted Bibi Dong to see with her own eyes

Just what kind of disgusting piece of filth the man she was once willing to give up her status as Saintess for—and even sacrifice everything to protect—truly was!

Only by completing this thorough "disenchantment,"

Could he smash the false idol named "Yu Xiaogang" in Bibi Dong's heart into pieces.

Only then would her arrogant heart truly shatter, fall into despair, and be rebuilt within the palm of his hand, Qian Yu.

When that time came.

When Bibi Dong saw clearly the cruelty and hypocrisy of love, and saw clearly the true face of Yu Xiaogang.

Only then would she completely and utterly surrender to him, Qian Yu.

Hopelessly falling in love with him—the one who had struck her awake from her illusory dream and granted her absolute protection—her true god.

"Do not disappoint me at the wedding in half a month, my Saintess."

Qian Yu chuckled softly, turned, and began walking in the direction of the Pope Palace.