"NIAN SHI!"
Yun Lintian's roar shook the heavens. The very fabric of space trembled as his voice carried a hatred so deep it seemed capable of rending the universe apart.
He had expected threats, coercion from Nian Shi—but never this.
She didn't recognize him.
That vacant, indifferent gaze—it wasn't just imprisonment. Nian Shi had done something to her mind, her soul.
Linlin and Qingqing clung to Yun Lintian's face, their tiny hands pressing against his cheeks.
"Big Brother Yun, please!" Qingqing's voice trembled.
"Don't lose yourself!" Linlin begged, her golden eyes glistening with tears.
But how could he stop?
How could he calm down?
The Heaven Sunderer vanished in a flash of crimson light, replaced by another weapon—one that had not been drawn in centuries.
The God-Slaying Sword.
Its blade hummed with a terrifying resonance, as if it too had been waiting for this moment. The moment its master's fury could no longer be contained.
