Revenge, Revenge

The man named Su Mingyi, Su Ziyu's paternal uncle, glared at Su Ziyu with a face full of hatred.

Everything had happened too quickly. He felt as though his mind had yet to catch up.

First, a servant had entered carrying a tray, and on it was his son's head.

Then the man who had escaped the family three years ago had returned, and in such a manner at that. Su Mingyi rubbed his aching temples, still unable to process the overwhelming grief of suddenly losing his son.

He forced himself to calm down and asked through gritted teeth, one word at a time:

"Xiao Hao... Did you kill Xiao Hao?"

Su Ziyu shrugged, wearing an expression that said it had nothing to do with him.

"You can't just say things like that. My cousin was a little naughty and made a mistake. As his older cousin, shouldn't I give him a little lesson?"

"Fine... What a fine lesson!"

The veins on Su Mingyi's face writhed like earthworms. His surging blood made his face crimson, while faint spirituality slowly seeped from his body.

"It's a good thing you came back. The Grimoire of the Old Days is still in your hands. Once I kill you and avenge Xiao Hao, I can take the grimoire back as well. Hehehe, brat, do you really think you've got us cornered? You weren't the only one secretly growing stronger these past few years!"

As he spoke, a cruel smile appeared on Su Mingyi's face. Red spirituality spilled forth as the muscles in his arms, thighs, chest, and all over his body swelled in bulging masses. His once well-fitting shirt was stretched tight and thick over his body, outlining every cord of muscle before tearing apart with a rip. Vein-covered muscles were exposed to the air.

At that moment, Su Mingyi looked like a musclebound wrestler. His bones crackled as his body abruptly grew to around two meters tall, and he looked down at Su Ziyu from above.

The spirituality he radiated had clearly reached the Awakening Ninth Stage!

For a transcendent, reaching the Awakening Ninth Stage was already extremely difficult. The Morning Star Tier was an unattainable existence for many!

Bang!

Su Mingyi panted like a bull, white vapor billowing from his nostrils as his iron fist slammed down. It seemed as though even the air had been blasted apart.

With a dull thud, the punch failed to hit Su Ziyu. A black wall rose before him and blocked the force of the blow. Its surface rippled like water before immediately restoring itself.

Su Mingyi's expression froze. He glanced at the trace of black matter stuck to his fist, his brows drawing together as his pupils trembled as though struck by an earthquake. He shouted in disbelief:

"You... You've mastered the grimoire?!"

Su Ziyu smiled without confirming or denying it.

He knew that Su Mingyi's Awakening ability was Powerful Multiplication, which could greatly enhance the physical body's strength. Such an ability was not rare among transcendents, but it was extremely practical.

However, after gaining [Ethereal Distortion], Su Ziyu's control over his physical body had already far surpassed Su Mingyi's multiplication.

At that moment, Su Ziyu moved. His body seemed boneless as it contracted and darted away, so fast he was like a phantom. Su Mingyi looked around in alarm, and the disdain on his face instantly turned solemn.

Suddenly, he felt a fierce gust of wind from behind. When he turned his head, a mass of black flames smashed into his face. His legs then gave out, and he pitched forward. He looked around in terror, yet still could not see Su Ziyu.

Su Mingyi reacted quickly. He pressed one hand against the ground to support himself while forming a spell with the other. A blazing fire rose around his fist, which he gripped and transformed into a flaming longsword. He swung it in a circle around himself.

This swing completed a full arc.

Yet halfway through, he suddenly felt the blade strike something as hard as steel, unable to advance another inch.

He turned to look and saw that the flaming greatsword had struck an enormous black pillar. The pillar was still growing upward, while sharp barbs sprouted outward like hair in a frenzy.

Su Mingyi rolled away, thinking he had escaped those dangerous black pillars. But when he turned back, he discovered that countless black pillars had somehow already surrounded him. Barbs grew wildly from them, about to encase him and crush him alive.

Su Ziyu stood to one side of the room, his hands held in the posture of a spell as he softly chanted:

"Dark Wisdom: Deep Dark Prison."

Su Mingyi shoved his massive palms outward with all his strength, but the black pillars continued closing in. With widened eyes, he stared at Su Ziyu through the narrowing gaps and let out a deep roar:

"A spell from the Dark Wisdom Chapter! You really have mastered the grimoire! No!"

Bang!

Accompanied by Su Mingyi's final wail, the black pillars fully closed, like an upright black coffin. Thick blood gushed from the cracks, gradually staining the floor red.

"Ah!"

The noblewoman's face turned even paler at the sight. She wanted to step forward and help, but the black pillars blocked her path. Black flames also spread across the floor, each flame seeming to wear an expression. Some cried, some laughed, like demonic faces from hell unleashing shrieks that shook the soul.

The noblewoman clutched her head, bowed in agony, and fell to her knees. Patches of skin peeled from her body and face as pellets of flesh pushed out, instantly covering her entire body.

"Someone! Kill him! Kill him!"

The woman screamed like a madwoman.

Su Ziyu glanced at her and smiled as he snapped his fingers.

Soon, a tall servant with a stern expression entered the room.

As if she had found a lifeline, the woman rushed over and grabbed the servant's arm, pointing toward the dining room as she shouted:

"Quick! There's a monster inside! Go inform the master!"

The servant she clung to smiled, his grin splitting all the way to his ears. His muscles trembled and fell away in chunks, revealing tangled fascia and flesh, along with a skull-like head. Black flames surged up and wrapped around his head.

The Rage Knight nodded his skull-like head. At the sight, the noblewoman fled far away in terror before collapsing to the floor, seemingly falling into despair.