Kai Xuan's body trembled—not from pain, but from realization.
Yun Lintian wasn't just angry.
He was merciless.
"W-Wait—!" Kai Xuan choked, his voice raw. "I-I know how to find her! I can help you!"
Yun Lintian's fingers did not loosen. His mismatched eyes burned cold.
"It doesn't matter. I can find her myself."
His grip tightened further.
Kai Xuan's bones splintered. His flesh ripped. His soul—
—was peeled apart, layer by layer.
"AHHHHH—!"
The scream that tore from Kai Xuan's throat was inhuman. It wasn't just pain—it was violation. His very essence was being unmade.
The millions of revived cultivators and mortals below watched in horror.
Some vomited.
Others collapsed in terror.
None could look away.
Yun Lintian did not care.
His fingers dug deeper, each movement methodical, deliberate.
"You thought you could toy with me?" His voice was soft, deadly. "That I would hesitate?"
