At the sound of the voice, Jin Zhengtian snapped his head around. At a nearby tea table sat a young man who had appeared from who-knows-where, holding a cup of tea and smiling at him.
Seeing the smiling young man, the hair on Jin Zhengtian's body stood on end. He had absolutely no idea how the youth had gotten into his room; he hadn't sensed a thing. He was a Tier Five Spirit Aspect Stage expert, after all. Even drunk, there was no way he wouldn't have felt someone enter.
Meanwhile, a flicker of joy appeared on the face of Lady Ya, who was pinned beneath Jin Zhengtian. The despair in her eyes vanished in an instant, for she knew the young man sitting there all too well. It was Shen Haoran!
"Who are you? Don't you know this is the guest room the Bai Family's second clan uncle, Bai Hong, prepared for me? This is a restricted area. How dare you trespass? Aren't you afraid I'll tell him?" Jin Zhengtian demanded coldly, glaring at Shen Haoran. He couldn't sense the slightest fluctuation of Spiritual Power from the youth, so he immediately dismissed him as a Bai Family servant.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not with the Bai Family. Even if you summoned Bai Hong, it would be pointless. Besides, I've already sealed this room. You could scream your lungs out and no one would come to help you!" Shen Haoran said with a smile, throwing the very words Jin Zhengtian had spoken to Lady Ya right back at him.
"Hmph, you're courting death!" Jin Zhengtian roared upon hearing Shen Haoran's words. 'Shen Haoran isn't from the Bai Family, so there's no need to waste any more words. If he were one of them, I'd have to reconsider; after all, the Bai Family gave me such a generous gift, and it would be wrong to kill their people. But since he's not, I have no reason to hold back.'
Jin Zhengtian roared and swung a burly arm at Shen Haoran, as if to pour out all of his rage. He had just been getting worked up when Shen Haoran interrupted, and he was absolutely furious.
As Jin Zhengtian rushed toward him, Shen Haoran took a calm sip of his tea. Then, with a gentle press of his palm, a terrifying storm of Spiritual Thought erupted in the room. It instantly coalesced into a massive hand that violently smacked Jin Zhengtian out of the air. The immense force shattered the entire bluestone floor.
BOOM!
Jin Zhengtian was pinned to the ground by Shen Haoran's giant palm of Spiritual Thought. An immense weight, like a colossal mountain, pressed down on his back, making it a struggle to even lift a finger.
"Don't have such a big reaction. Just be quiet. I only came to pick something up. Is all this really necessary?" Shen Haoran said nonchalantly, setting his teacup on the table. He stood and walked slowly to where Jin Zhengtian lay, watching him struggle to break free. A cold smirk played on Shen Haoran's lips.
"However, what I came to get is on your person, so I'll have to ask you to bear with me for a moment," Shen Haoran's icy voice whispered in Jin Zhengtian's ear. With a beckoning gesture, the Soul-devouring Sword, which had been embedded deep in the wall, flew back into his hand. He pointed its tip at Jin Zhengtian, whose skin broke out in goosebumps from the sharp Sword Aura.
"Mmph..." Jin Zhengtian stared at Shen Haoran with a venomous glare. He tried to speak but could only produce muffled groans. Shen Haoran, however, didn't need to hear the words to know he was being threatened.
Shen Haoran paid Jin Zhengtian's threats no mind. He let the sharp edge of his sword trail over Jin Zhengtian's body, finally coming to a rest somewhere between his legs. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as he asked lightly, "Tell me, if you were to lose this... thing... you wouldn't get any improper ideas when you see a beautiful woman, would you?"
Hearing Shen Haoran's words and feeling the bone-chilling cold between his legs, Jin Zhengtian shuddered uncontrollably. He stared at Shen Haoran in terror and began to struggle violently, letting out a stream of muffled groans. But no matter how hard he fought, he couldn't escape the pressure of Shen Haoran's Spiritual Thought. In the end, his gaze turned pleading, as if begging for his life.
"Hmph, begging for mercy? Do you have any idea who that woman on the bed is? Do you know anything about her? When she begged you for mercy, did you listen? Scum like you doesn't deserve to live. What I'm about to do is merciful!" Seeing the plea in Jin Zhengtian's eyes, a flash of chilling killing intent glinted in Shen Haoran's. His gaze hardened. With a slash of the Soul-devouring Sword, a stark white Sword Light erupted from Jin Zhengtian's groin, followed by a spray of blood.
"AH!"
The excruciating pain from his groin made Jin Zhengtian let out a bloodcurdling scream. His whole body began to convulse, and the color instantly drained from his face.
"My... it's gone..." As the pain from his groin registered, Jin Zhengtian's mind went blank. Shen Haoran had actually cut it off—the very thing that made him a man.
A guttural roar rumbled in Jin Zhengtian's throat. His pride as a man had been utterly crushed by Shen Haoran. In that instant, his sanity was consumed by rage, and his body began to swell.
RRRRIIIP... His clothes were torn to shreds by his expanding body. A moment later, a giant ape easily twice the height of a man stood before Shen Haoran, having completely shattered the pressure of his Spiritual Thought.
"ROAR!" Jin Zhengtian bellowed, beating his chest with both arms. A formidable aura erupted from his body, unleashing a violent storm of Spiritual Power. The surrounding walls could not withstand the force, and cracks spread rapidly across them like spiderwebs. In that instant, Jin Zhengtian had revealed his true form!
In his true form, Jin Zhengtian glared at Shen Haoran with blood-red eyes. He raised a massive fist and smashed it down toward him, the whistling force of the blow whipping Shen Haoran's robes about!
As the massive fist came at him, Shen Haoran's eyes narrowed. He vanished in a blur, and Jin Zhengtian's fist slammed into the bluestone floor, sending shattered stone flying everywhere.
Jin Zhengtian had revealed his true form, and his power had soared, but at the cost of his speed. His attacks were devastating, yet he couldn't land a single blow on Shen Haoran.
SWISH!
The Soul-devouring Sword flashed in Shen Haoran's hand. A stark white Sword Light streaked across Jin Zhengtian's arm, severing the massive limb in an instant. Scarlet blood splattered across the pristine white walls. Jin Zhengtian let out a final, agonized howl and collapsed. He struggled for a moment before falling unconscious.
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