Setting Aside Facts, Nightmare

Tang San frowned slightly, stepped forward to examine Oscar's injuries, and said nothing.

The Ghost Lotus Phantom Beast did not pursue, its petals retracted, returning to its harmless and beautiful appearance, as if the previous rage had never happened.

The forest was so quiet that only Oscar's heavy panting could be heard.

When Oscar caught his breath, he pushed himself up from the ground, clutching his chest, and looked up at Ning Rongrong, who was still far away.

The way he looked at her changed.

The girl he had previously thought of as merely a bit temperamental.

Now standing a few steps away, her face showed panic and lingering fear, but not a trace of guilt towards him.

It was as if his injury was no different to her than stepping on an ant.

"Ning Rongrong." Oscar called her by her full name, his voice hoarse but clear enough, "You've gone too far."

Ning Rongrong froze for a moment, as if she hadn't heard him.

"Do you know the Ghost Lotus Phantom Beast is a six-thousand-year-old Soul Beast?"

Oscar's voice was not loud, but it carried a seriousness bordering on pain within its calmness.

"You didn't know, because you thought it was just a flower. Fine, it's okay if you didn't know. But I told you it was a Soul Beast, and you still wanted me to pick it. Now I've been severely injured by it, and you're standing there without even coming to take a look."

He paused, his gaze fixed directly on Ning Rongrong's eyes.

"You are the Young Miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, yes, but this is the Star Dou Great Forest, not your sect."

"Soul Beasts won't be polite to you just because of your status, and others won't always indulge you just because you're pretty."

"If you do something wrong, you should admit it. If you hurt someone, you should apologize. This kind of Young Miss temper of yours needs to be reined in."

These words were not heavy, but each one felt like a branding iron, causing the color to drain from Ning Rongrong's face little by little.

When had she ever been so openly criticized since she was a child?

And this person was Oscar, who had always been so obedient to her.

Ning Rongrong's eyes reddened, her lips trembling slightly.

Her grievances surged like a tidal wave, drowning out any possibility of self-reflection.

What right did Oscar have to speak to her like this?

What right did he have to lecture her in a tone that made her seem worthless?

She had asked him to pick the flower, but didn't he know how to refuse?

If he had truly felt it was dangerous, he could have been firm and refused! He was injured, didn't she bear any responsibility?

Why was all the fault hers?

Ning Rongrong suddenly raised her head, her eyes brimming with tears that stubbornly swirled.

Her voice trembled slightly with grievance and anger, but she spoke each word with immense force.

"Oscar, I'm telling you!"

Everyone looked at her.

Ning Rongrong bit her lower lip, and the tears finally streamed down her face.

She shouted at Oscar with a desperate stubbornness that left everyone present momentarily speechless.

"Setting aside the facts, don't you have any fault at all?!"

Dugu Yan raised her chin, her eyes full of disdain.

"You dare touch me?"

Her voice was cold and arrogant.

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will not let you go."

Ji Feng simply watched her.

"My grandfather is the Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo."

She continued, her tone becoming more aggressive.

"If you let me go now, I can pretend this never happened."

The corners of Ji Feng's mouth curved upwards.

This woman, even at this point, was still putting on airs.

Where did her sense of superiority come from?

"What are you smiling at?"

Dugu Yan frowned, a trace of unease rising in her heart.

This guy shouldn't be scared?

The name of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was enough to make anyone tremble.

Not to mention the prestige of her grandfather, Dugu Bo.

With the power of two Title Douluo, who would dare provoke them?

"I'm laughing at your naivety."

Ji Feng finally spoke, his voice terrifyingly calm.

Dugu Yan's heart tightened.

This tone reminded her of what Ji Feng had said before.

"I said I would make you suffer more than death."

Ji Feng slowly walked towards her.

"Did you think I was joking?"

Dugu Yan's pupils suddenly contracted.

She instinctively wanted to retreat, but was bound and unable to move.

"You... what exactly do you want to do?"

Her voice finally trembled slightly.

Ji Feng didn't answer, he just reached out his hand.

With a slight tearing sound.

The clothes on Dugu Yan's shoulder were ripped apart.

Her fair skin was exposed to the air.

"Ah!"

Dugu Yan let out a startled cry.

Her eyes widened, filled with terror.

At this moment, she finally realized Ji Feng was serious.

He wasn't trying to scare her; he actually dared to do it.

"No... don't come any closer!"

Dugu Yan's voice began to tremble.

She wanted to cover her exposed skin with her hands, but couldn't move at all.

That sense of powerlessness pushed her fear to its peak.

Ji Feng's eyes showed no emotion.

He looked down at Dugu Yan from above.

This woman, once so proud, finally showed panic.

"Don't you always think you're so noble?"

Ji Feng's voice was soft, but it pierced Dugu Yan's heart like a knife.

Dugu Yan's lips trembled slightly.

Her eyes began to redden, tears welling up.

Since childhood, when had she ever suffered such humiliation?

Her grandfather doted on her, and the sect treasured her like a gem.

Everyone treated her with respect and obeyed her every command.

But this man before her didn't care about any of that.

"Please... don't..."

Dugu Yan's voice was choked with sobs.

She was truly scared.

She finally understood the meaning of his words: suffering worse than death.

This man wouldn't kill her, but he would make her wish she were dead.

Outside the room.

Ye Lingling waited by the door, her expression somewhat tense.

She could hear the sounds from inside.

It was Dugu Yan's scream, filled with obvious fear.

"What are they doing in there?"

Ye Lingling's mind began to race.

When Ji Feng dragged Dugu Yan into the room earlier, his face had been terrifyingly grim.

And now, these screams were coming from inside.

Could Ji Feng really be about to...

Ye Lingling's hands unconsciously tightened on the corner of her clothes.

She wanted to push the door open and see what was happening.

But as soon as she took a step forward, she stopped herself abruptly.

"No matter what you hear, stay outside."

Ji Feng's words before entering the room echoed in her ears.

The look in that man's eyes told her this was no joke.

Ye Lingling bit her lower lip, caught in a dilemma.

If Ji Feng really did something to Dugu Yan, should she stop him?

But Ji Feng had saved her life, what right did she have to question him?

Thinking this, Ye Lingling withdrew her hand.

She chose to trust Ji Feng.

Although this man's methods were ruthless, he never acted without reason.

Dugu Yan's current predicament was also her own doing.

Just as Ye Lingling's thoughts were in turmoil.

Inside the room.