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When Zhao Lie's mind and body were both exhausted, and his life was entering its twilight, he awakened. However, his awakening was merely to accept a more brutal punishment.
A cold hand tightly gripped Zhao Lie's neck, an irresistible force with a chilling aura gradually lifted Zhao Lie's body until his eyes were level with Fang Chen's, at which point the force slowly dissipated.
"You!" Struggling to utter this single word, Zhao Lie fixed his gaze on Fang Chen, his eyes reflecting confusion, horror, and resentment... a myriad of emotions flickering across his face. Having just awakened from a murderous illusion, he clearly did not yet recognize Fang Chen's identity.
However, at this moment, he evidently no longer had the right or need to know. The only thing he could do was quietly accept the punishment that Fang Chen was about to deliver.
Gray Wind swept from Fang Chen, gradually enveloping Zhao Lie. A scream suddenly erupted as the gray wind wrapped around him; in an instant, the bright yellow robe on Zhao Lie was torn to shreds. As his skin was exposed to the air, numerous wounds appeared all over his body.
Within that gray wind, it seemed as if countless blades were hidden. The wind surged, leaving Zhao Lie drenched in blood. Amidst the bloodshed, strands of Death Power continuously seeped into his wounds, causing him to visibly age at an alarming rate.
If it were only this, Zhao Lie would soon die completely and end this terrifying punishment. However, as the Death Power infiltrated him, another completely opposite force continuously poured into Zhao Lie's body, pulling him back from the brink of death and forcing him to endure an even more horrifying torture akin to slow slicing.
Only Life Force could reclaim what Death Power sought to take away. Even more painfully for Zhao Lie was that as Life Force entered his body, all of his senses temporarily heightened several times over. Consequently, the agony inflicted by the gray wind multiplied exponentially; it felt as though his entire being was about to be torn apart by this immense suffering!
"Ah!... Kill... kill me!" With his neck gripped by Fang Chen and unable to move, Zhao Lie exerted all his strength to shout in a hoarse and unpleasant voice towards Fang Chen.
"Killing you would be too merciful," Fang Chen said with a cold smile appearing on his twisted face as he looked at Zhao Lie. "You never expected this day would come when you forced Chan'er to her death."
"Chan'er?" Zhao Lie froze for a moment before his eyes widened in disbelief.
"You!... You..." He trembled violently, clearly recognizing Fang Chen's identity. He wanted to say something, but the hand gripping his neck was tightening relentlessly, preventing him from uttering any words.
The Gray Wind continued to rage around Fang Chen and Zhao Lie. Within this gray wind, Zhao Lie's inhuman screams had not ceased since they first erupted. Gradually, every time that scream echoed out, many who heard it couldn't help but shudder; it was simply too tragic...
As for Zhao Li, seeing Zhao Lie in such a miserable state had left him numb. Zhao Gang and Zhao Ye, on the other hand, were filled with nothing but horror. If there was even the slightest possibility, how they wished they had never come to Fengyan City this time, let alone forced Chan'er to her death alongside Zhao Lie.
But unfortunately, there were no "ifs."
Now that Chan'er was dead, what awaited them was Fang Chen's ruthless punishment.
"Cheng'er... sigh." At the entrance of the Fang Residence, Fang Qingshan and Fang Zheng Tian could only sigh softly as they watched the scene unfold.
At this moment, Fang Chen had clearly unleashed all the pent-up rage within him. Even they found it difficult to intervene now, nor did they have any intention of doing so.
"The Fang Family owes Cheng'er too much. This time, let's allow him to act recklessly." Looking at Zhao Lie, who had been tortured to the brink of insanity by Fang Chen, Fang Zheng Tian sighed and spoke softly.
Beside him, Fang Qingshan remained silent, but his gaze toward Fang Chen held no blame—only concern and heartache.
He understood very well that Chan'er's death had a profound impact on Fang Chen. Although Fang Chen's methods were cold and cruel, even extremely brutal, it was all a release of his inner turmoil. Only by venting all that rage could Fang Chen return to normal. Otherwise, even if he managed to suppress it temporarily, it would be like burying a ticking time bomb within him—extremely dangerous and likely to lead him into madness with just a single provocation.
"Heh... heh... heh..."
In Fang Chen's hands, Zhao Lie struggled to roll his throat, producing strange "heh heh" sounds. The expression on his face had shifted from resentment and madness to indifference.
Yes, he was dying.
Even under Fang Chen's relentless infusion of Life Force, with both his body and spirit exhausted beyond recovery, he had truly reached the end of his life. It could be said that as soon as Fang Chen let go, he would immediately perish.
"You are going to die." Fang Chen looked at Zhao Lie, his face, which had been twisted in anger, had now returned to calmness. The pair of eyes that once shone with a menacing crimson light were now back to their usual darkness.
He quietly watched Zhao Lie, his expression devoid of sorrow or joy, showing no trace of hatred. In fact, if it weren't for Zhao Lie's current pitiful state, one would hardly notice the deep enmity between them.
"In the next life, don't do anything foolish," Fang Chen said lightly as he gently released his grip.
Zhao Lie's body was like a canvas of wounds, covered in countless gashes that left no intact skin. His body was a horrifying sight, resembling a spider web of scars, stained with dark red blood. As Fang Chen let go, a pallid grayness spread from Zhao Lie's body, and at that moment, his form slowly collapsed, the last remnants of life being completely devoured by death.
As one of the more outstanding members of the younger generation of the Royal Zhao Family, Zhao Lie had finally fallen.
Zhao Lie's death was a form of liberation; however, Zhao Gang and Zhao Ye trembled in fear, their gazes toward Fang Chen filled with overwhelming terror. The haunting screams of Zhao Lie and Fang Chen's chillingly cruel methods replayed vividly in their minds. With Zhao Lie dead, would they be next?
At that moment, Zhao Gang suddenly shuddered as he realized Fang Chen's gaze had turned toward him.
"Please, don't kill me! This has nothing to do with me; it was all Zhao Lie's doing! Don't kill me!" Bound and terrified, Zhao Gang desperately pleaded for his life, trying to absolve himself. Yet no matter how much he begged, Fang Chen's expression remained indifferent as he approached step by step, exuding an aura of death that intensified the fear on Zhao Gang's face.
He feared death more than anything but was even more terrified of suffering a fate worse than death like Zhao Lie had.
"Although Chan'er wasn't directly killed by you, you are still an accomplice to Zhao Lie. Your crime is punishable!" Fang Chen said calmly. As he spoke, he raised his hand and lightly pressed toward the crown of Zhao Gang's head.
Feeling the terrifying Qi Energy emanating from Fang Chen's palm, Zhao Gang abruptly ceased his frantic pleas and curses. A grotesque smile appeared on his blood-stained face.
"I'm going to die," he murmured to himself. Yes, once Fang Chen's palm struck down, it wouldn't matter that he was merely a Qi Boundary warrior; even an Alchemy Realm practitioner would be reduced to a corpse. However, at least he wouldn't have to endure the horrific tortures that Zhao Lie had faced before him.
Royal Zhao Family consisted of four people, and at this moment, they were about to witness the fall of the second.
However, just then.
"Stop!" A furious shout, filled with overwhelming Vital Energy, suddenly echoed from the distant sky. The space around Fang Chen quickly became thick and sticky at that moment, as a powerful force of confinement abruptly enveloped him. At the same time, a sharp sound of breaking air could be heard.
"Spatial Cage, a warrior from the Primordial Embryo Realm." Feeling this extremely familiar power, Fang Chen raised an eyebrow, and a slight ripple appeared in his otherwise indifferent expression.
He was very familiar with the spatial cage. Before entering the Ziyang Sect, as a Body Refinement Realm Martial Artist, he had experienced it many times. Back then, facing a unique technique of a Primordial Embryo Realm expert, he could only exert all his strength for a slim chance of escape, but that was only when he was at the Body Refinement Realm level.
Now, as an Alchemy Realm practitioner, he was clearly no longer the same.
Without any visible action from Fang Chen, he merely shook his shoulders slightly, and the confinement power that could immobilize an ordinary mid-level Alchemy Realm warrior dissipated in an instant. Then, his slender and fair hand lightly rested on Zhao Gang's head.
"You!" On his face remained a trace of joy akin to a drowning person seeing their only lifeline. However, at that moment, the life force within Zhao Gang rapidly faded away, a shade of gray rising from his face as his body slowly fell to the ground.
Zhao Gang was dead!
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