Chapter 42: Restless in Death

Thud!

Nangong Lei’s head slid from his neck and rolled to Jun Wushuang’s feet.

On that handsome face, the expressions of shock and terror were frozen forever.

He could not believe that Jun Wushuang truly dared to kill him.

Did Jun Wushuang not fear the vengeance of the Nangong Family?

But alas, he would never know the answer.

Nangong Lei was dead.

The entire place fell silent as death.

Even though Jun Wushuang had already shown signs of killing, when the act became reality, everyone present was utterly stunned.

This was Nangong Lei—a direct heir of the Nangong Family, a prodigy, an elite disciple of the Royal Martial Academy’s Profound Rank.

Yet Jun Wushuang had slain him.

How could he possibly withstand the wrath of the Nangong Family?

How could he stand against the enmity of the Royal Martial Academy?

“You little beast, you actually dared to kill Nangong Lei! You are doomed! The Nangong Family will never let you go!” Dongfang Ming’s face twisted with rage, his fury uncontrollable.

He too had not expected Jun Wushuang would go so far as to kill.

Not only had he himself been forced to his knees, but Nangong Lei had been killed right under his eyes.

How could he not be furious?

“So what if I killed him? What can you do?” Jun Wushuang’s expression was calm, as if he had merely swatted a bothersome fly.

With a swift motion, he reached out and, in full view of all, stored Nangong Lei’s corpse into his bronze demon ring.

To Jun Wushuang, the Thundercloud King Body that Nangong Lei possessed was a rare elixir for a genius.

By devouring the Thundercloud King Body, his own power would grow even stronger.

As for sparing Nangong Lei?

Jun Wushuang had never even considered it.

If he let Nangong Lei go, would the man not seek revenge?

Even if he had begged for mercy from the start, Nangong Lei would not have spared him, but would have tormented him unto death.

Survival of the fittest—this was the cruelest law of this world.

Whether it was Nangong Lei, Dongfang Ming, or the Nangong Family, Jun Wushuang would not retreat a single step.

Only by forging ahead relentlessly could he remain true to himself.

“You little beast, hand over Nangong Lei’s body or your crimes will be doubled!” Dongfang Ming demanded, hoping to retrieve the corpse as an explanation to the Nangong Family.

Smack!

Another slap landed with force, sending Dongfang Ming sprawling to the ground, teeth knocked loose.

“For every word you say, I’ll slap you once,” Jun Wushuang said coldly, his smile merciless.

“You…” Dongfang Ming seethed with rage.

Smack!

Without hesitation, Jun Wushuang struck him again.

This time, Dongfang Ming dared not speak further.

Clutching his bruised face, hatred and fury boiled within him, especially as the gazes of the surrounding crowd seemed to scorch his pride.

Swish!

With Nangong Lei dead and unwilling to endure more humiliation, Dongfang Ming took flight, escaping the city at once.

“Jun Wushuang, I will remember this! You forced me to kneel, you slapped me, and you killed Nangong Lei! You are dead! Today’s humiliation will be repaid a hundredfold. Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, I will hunt you down. Wait and see—I will leave you with no place to bury your bones!”

His crazed roar echoed through Jiangning City like the howl of a vengeful specter, sending chills down every spine.

Everyone knew Dongfang Ming would seek revenge—and with utter cruelty.

But that was a story for another day.

For now, Dongfang Ming fled Jiangning City in disgrace, vanishing in a blink.

Meanwhile, at the center of the square, Jun Wushuang had no intention of stopping.

“Old dog Ji!” Jun Wushuang’s gaze shifted to Ji Yuntian, who was attempting to sneak away.

The arrival of Nangong Lei had given Ji Yuntian hope for revenge.

But now, with Nangong Lei dead and Dongfang Ming fleeing in humiliation, he could only think of escaping with his life.

Swish!

His attempt to slip away failed, and Ji Yuntian bolted with all his might, pushing through the crowd and heading for the city gates.

Jiangning City was no longer safe for him.

I must go to the imperial capital and seek refuge with Qingchen.

Qingchen is now a Profound Rank disciple of the Royal Martial Academy.

Moreover, Jun Wushuang has not only killed Nangong Lei but also humiliated Dongfang Ming.

The Nangong Family and the Royal Martial Academy will surely become my allies.

Yes, I must go to the imperial capital and plot with Qingchen.

Jun Wushuang must die.

The entire Jun Clan must be destroyed.

This blood feud cannot go unavenged!

“Not good! That old dog Ji is trying to escape!” Jun Zhantian’s pupils contracted as he leapt forth to block Ji Yuntian’s path.

Master Wu did not hesitate either; having already pledged loyalty to Jun Wushuang, his every action now deferred to him.

Jun Zhantian and Master Wu moved in concert with Jun Wushuang, forming a triangular encirclement around Ji Yuntian.

Though Ji Yuntian had just broken through to the Divine Sea Realm, he could not match Jun Wushuang’s speed and thus found no escape.

“Jun Wushuang, you have already made enemies of the Nangong Family and the Royal Martial Academy. Must you really exterminate us all?” Surrounded, Ji Yuntian’s face turned grim as he racked his brain for a way out.

“Old dog Ji, not only did you scheme against my Jun Clan, you dared to seize my son’s Battle Dragon King Body. Today is your day of reckoning. Prepare to die!” Jun Zhantian bellowed, his battle blade in hand, surging with spiritual energy as he struck.

“High-level Profound Rank Martial Art: Severing Mountains and Rivers!”

There had long been enmity between Jun Zhantian and Ji Yuntian, and the tragedy that befell Jun Wushuang had only deepened his hatred.

Previous attempts to kill Ji Yuntian ended in failure by sheer luck.

This time, he would not let him escape.

“If it’s a fight you want, then a fight you’ll have!” Ji Yuntian gritted his teeth, brandishing his spear as he fought with all his strength.

His breakthrough to the Divine Sea Realm had greatly increased his power.

But Jun Zhantian’s [Primordial Infinity Technique] was a divine-level art, far beyond Ji Yuntian’s reach.

At the same level, Ji Yuntian was still no match for Jun Zhantian.

Rip!

Driven back by a single strike, Ji Yuntian’s arm was gashed deeply.

“Mental Martial Art: Mastery of the Furnace!”

Master Wu joined in.

Though an alchemist and not a warrior, his spiritual power was immense, and he wielded mental martial arts.

Invisible spiritual force, like the flames of his alchemical furnace, scorched with such heat as to consume mountains and rivers.

“Ah!” Ji Yuntian screamed in agony.

His spirit was no match for Master Wu’s, nor did he possess any mental martial technique for defense. In an instant, his mind was wounded, his face turning ashen.

Assailed by both Jun Zhantian and Master Wu, Ji Yuntian could not withstand their combined might. He fell back, grievously wounded.

“Old dog Ji, I once treated you as kin, yet you saw me as less than a dog. When you stole my Battle Dragon King Body, I swore to make you pay in blood. Today, I will kill you with my own hands! But rest assured, I will soon travel to the imperial capital and send Ji Qingchen to the underworld to keep you company!”

The cold, murderous voice rang in Ji Yuntian’s ears.

His pupils shrank as he gazed into Jun Wushuang’s blood-red eyes, which blazed with hatred and the will to kill.

“Slaughtering Blade of the Asura!”

As the blade fell, it was as if an Asura descended to earth, annihilating all and turning the mortal world into a living hell.

Slash!

The blade flashed.

Ji Yuntian died with his eyes wide open, unable to rest in peace.