Zhang Yong moved cautiously through the shimmering grass, his steps no full of life as before.
He passed between rocks transparent as crystal and trees emitting a faint golden glow.
"This is where he told me to come, but where is it?" Zhang Yong looked around, but found nothing.
There was no one near him, nothing at all.
'Is it possible I was imagining things?' Zhang Yong thought to himself as he stroked his chin.
Suddenly, a powerful wind rose from nowhere, lifting the grass and sending golden dust swirling into the air, completely obscuring vision. Zhang Yong raised his hand to shield his eyes.
"Who's there?! Show yourself!"
But instead of a reply, the wind attacked him fiercely, coiling around him in a spiral and pressing down as if trying to tear him apart.
"Be grateful, you won't feel much pain. You'll die easily."
Instantly, a sharp wind sickle shot forward. Zhang Yong had no time to dodge—his body was trained, but his mind wasn't, so he was clearly weak.
The wind sickle charged with terrifying speed, piercing through the thick golden dust, aiming precisely for Zhang Yong's neck.
Zhang Yong instinctively ducked, barely avoiding the strike, but the sickle tore through his left shoulder. Blood gushed out as he stumbled back with a muffled groan.
His face contorted in pain, teeth clenched,
He had to press his palm against the wound to stop the bleeding. "An attack? Who? And why?"
Zhang Yong had no idea. Was this someone he had offended before?
"Hmm? Why are you so weak? Or are you not taking me seriously?"
The wind began gathering in front of Zhang Yong, forming a long spear of compressed air.
The wind spear was released, shooting forward faster than thunder.
Zhang Yong leaped aside and fell flat on his stomach, but the spear tore through the ground behind him, creating a deep crater from which crystal shards and golden grass exploded.
"Oh my!" Zhang Yong couldn't help but be shocked.
A violent pressure wave erupted, exploding with force beneath him, sending his body flying into the air. Then several sharp wind spears descended upon him in an instant, tearing his body in multiple places.
He fell face down on the ground, breathing with difficulty, his blood seeping onto the shimmering grass.
Zhang Yong's vision grew somewhat hazy. He immediately noticed two feet walking toward him.
Zhang Yong thought it was one of his companions, but suddenly the figure knelt down, revealing the face of someone he didn't recognize at all.
It was Shen Wanyun's face.
"It's over for you." He said as he raised his palm, gathering wind into it and transforming it into a cage of compressed air, lifting Zhang Yong's body off the ground.
Zhang Yong was trapped inside the formed air cage, unable to move, while the wind tore at his skin like tiny knives.
Then he approached the air cage, pointed his finger, and changed its internal shape to confine Zhang Yong's body even more, until his chest was nearly crushed.
"You're surprisingly very weak, but that's in my favor anyway." Then he pulled out a thin black dagger, stepped forward, and began slowly dragging it across Zhang Yong's face, leaving bloody lines behind, a smile never leaving his lips.
"This makes me wonder, will Long Yuliang still call you her husband if I destroy your face?" A twisted smile appeared on Shen's face, and he immediately cut Zhang Yong's cheek. A thick piece of flesh fell to the ground.
Zhang Yong's body convulsed inside the air cage, pain spreading through every part of him. He screamed, but the air inside the cage prevented any sound from escaping.
His wounds bled profusely, his face was disfigured with deep bloody lines, his breathing became heavy, and his chest barely moved from the increasing wind pressure upon him. But his eyes... they hadn surrendered yet.
"Good, your gaze is still good. Let's remove it." Shen Wanyun reached his hand toward Zhang Yong's face, placed it over Zhang Yong's eye, dug in forcefully, and tore out his left eye from its socket.
Zhang Yong gasped silently, his eyes widening from the limitless pain. Blood flowed from his eye socket, hot, heavy, staining his wound-scattered chest.
He could no longer feel his body from the intensity of the pain. The air itself became like knives, cutting his breath before it could reach his lungs.
Shen Wanyun raised the plucked eye and looked at it, then let out a short, insane laugh before slowly crushing it between his fingers.
The sound of crushing made Zhang Yong's stomach turn, though he was barely conscious.
"You know what? You don't even deserve this disgrace. If you were a worthy opponent, you wouldn't have ended up like this... like a breathing corpse." Shen Wanyun said in a calm voice as he leaned down to whisper beside Zhang Yong's ear. "You're entertaining."
He reached out and pulled locks of Zhang Yong's blood-soaked hair, then began cutting them one by one with the dagger, skinning his dignity before taking his life.
He raised his hand again, and the air around him condensed, forming multiple wind swords hovering around the air cage, each glowing with a cold, deadly light.
The first sword fell on Zhang Yong's leg, pinning it to the ground.
The second sword fell, followed by the third, then the fourth. Each strike pinned one of Zhang Yong's limbs to the ground.
"You know?" Shen Wanyun said as he slowly ran his fingers over his face. "Although you're about to die, your gaze is truly innocent. I wonder about that."
"Are you done, you effeminate bastard?" Zhang Yong's voice suddenly came out, his tone harsh and filled with deep killing intent.
Shen Wanyun suddenly stopped, looking in surprise at the source of the voice. It was unexpected for Zhang Yong to speak like this, especially in his miserable state.
"Huh? What did you say?" Shen Wanyun said as he frowned, staring at Zhang Yong's face.
Then tongues of yellow flame erupted from Zhang Yong's body.
(Ding! Host's injuries have been successfully treated.
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Shen Wanyun quickly stepped back, but before he could create enough distance, Zhang Yong's fist slammed into his face.
He raised his second fist and struck his jaw, sending his body upward.
Then he raised both fists and brought them down forcefully on his head.
Then he raised his knee and struck him directly in the stomach, then lifted his foot and brought it down hard on Shen Wanyun's body.
Zhang Yong grabbed Shen Wanyun's leg and lifted his entire body into the air, slamming him forcefully against the ground.
Zhang Yong raised Shen Wanyun's body again, his face smeared with blood.
"You were talking a lot, weren't you?" Zhang Yong said before slamming his body against the ground one last time.
Then he raised his fist and shattered his jaw, destroying his teeth as they all flew into the air.
Zhang Yong raised his hand, pierced through his left rib, tore the rib bone from its place, and stabbed it viciously into his eye—but not too deep, so the strike wouldn't reach the brain and kill him quickly.
Shen Wanyun screamed in pain, a muffled, choked scream, writhing under Zhang Yong's grip.
When Shen Wanyun raised his arm, Zhang Yong grabbed it and broke it until it bent in the opposite direction, then tore his arm off at the elbow and shoved the bony side of the arm from the elbow joint into his mouth.
Zhang Yong raised the dagger and cut off his ears, then stuffed them directly into his mouth.
"I want to see you speak with your filthy mouth. I'll personally throw you into hell and make you regret life because the moment you do, I'll be above you to crush you, tear your body apart, and drink and devour your flesh." Zhang Yong raised his hand and destroyed Shen Wanyun's face with successive blows to the face to the point that even his father wouldn't recognize him.
"Time to skin the pig." Zhang Yong grabbed Shen Wanyun's foot and calmly dragged him before lifting him and slamming him against the ground again.
He took his knife and began tearing Shen Wanyun's skin and peeling it like a potato.
Zhang Yong slowly raised the knife, his hand steady and his features cold as frost, and began slitting the skin at Shen Wanyun's shoulder, then slowly dragged the blade downward, leaving behind a long line of open flesh, blood flowing warmly, but without any mercy in his eyes.
Shen Wanyun's screams didn't escape—his mouth was still stuffed with his arm and ears—but he writhed and convulsed like a slaughtered animal.
Zhang Yong didn't stop. Instead, he sat on his chest, pinned him down with his knee, and began slitting the skin from his chest until the blood-covered ribs appeared.
He raised his foot and crushed Shen Wanyun's knee until it shattered, then did the same to the other knee, leaving him unable to move.
He struck his face again until he lost balance, then grabbed his head and began beating it against the ground repeatedly, as if wanting to erase him from existence.
"You know, this scene reminds me of the old days for me, hehehehe. You know, there were three annoying ones. They took what I owned, so I killed them in the worst way possible. But you only tried to kill me, not others, and that deserves a reward. So die." Zhang Yong stopped and reached his hand toward Shen Wanyun.
Devouring Demon Flame - Devour
Purple flames erupted from Zhang Yong's body and began enveloping Shen Wanyun's body, burning and devouring it, and his soul was completely absorbed.
Zhang Yong closed his eyes after Shen Wanyun's death and took a deep breath. "This is so annoying. I lost my memory for a week, and now I've lost a damn eye. Yuni, if I use a healing pill to restore my eye, will the Heavenly Eyes return?"
(Host, do you think this is simple? The Heavenly Eyes can function even if you have one, but if you heal it, it will be golden as before and won't be special unless...)
Zhang Yong frowned immediately upon hearing the last tone of her voice and realized the matter. "You're going to suck points from me. Fine, how much do you want?"
(Let's just say the price is simple... 100 million points.)
Zhang Yong's jaw dropped immediately upon hearing that. "What the hell..."
(It's a fair price. The Heavenly Eyes are something that appears in this world. Their equivalent value is one hundred million points. Additionally, if you lose both eyes, even one hundred billion points won't be enough to restore them. So be careful—they are something acquired, not owned by you.)
"And how many points do I have?"
(About... 11 million. You haven't spent points except on treatment doses, so...)
Zhang Yong sighed deeply. "Eleven million points. After one year in this world, there's only 11 million. I'll have to participate in events for five years and make my name spread throughout the entire empire, or else I'm afraid I won't be able to restore my eye. Fine, for now, give me an artificial red eye—even a wooden one would be good."
(An artificial eye has been purchased (Blood Red Color) for 25,000 points.)
Zhang Yong placed the artificial eye in its socket. It didn't give him real vision, but it was enough to cover the void.
"Good, a temporary solution. And now, let's take some healing pills to heal the wounds. As for my hair..." Zhang Yong looked at his hair. It was now short, reaching just behind the shoulder, and it was easy to notice. "It doesn't matter, it will grow with time. Let's return now."
Zhang Yong walked calmly back, and when he returned, Long Yuliang immediately noticed him and noticed the blood on his clothes. "What happened to you?!" She ran quickly to check on him.
Immediately, he raised his hand to stop her and looked at her coldly. "Forget it. I met Shen Wanyun, and he's dead—end of story. Now, can you leave and let me rest?"
Long Yuliang was momentarily startled by Zhang Yong. "This tone... has your memory returned?"
Zhang Yong paused for a few seconds, his single eye gleaming coldly. "Yes... it has returned. Don't make a scene. Wait until the others wake up, then we'll leave."
He calmly passed by her, his steps staining the ground with spots of Shen Wanyun's blood. He took a quiet spot, closed his eyes slightly, and entered his Spirit Sea.