Chapter 7476
What is the Spirit Realm planning?
On the scene, a fierce glint flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes, and he had already weighed the pros and cons clearly in his mind.
Qin Mu certainly deserved to die, and he would settle this score sooner or later. But compared to the whereabouts and safety of his wife Jiang Meng, and compared to the truth behind the Spirit Realm's pursuit of Jiang Meng, the life of this clown was utterly insignificant.
He could kill this piece of trash at will and take it whenever he wanted; there was no need to rush.
Over the years, he had always been puzzled by one question: what exactly did Jiang Meng encounter in the Spirit Realm?
Why are those high and mighty beings in the Spirit Realm so relentlessly pursuing her? Without finding the answer, he cannot truly protect his wife, nor can he completely sever the sword hanging over Jiang Meng's head.
Right now, the exchange terms proposed by the old man on the other end of the phone are undoubtedly the only breakthrough to uncover the truth of all this, and also an irresistible temptation for him.
Within a few breaths, Xiao Chen had already made up his mind.
He loosened his grip on Qin Mu's neck slightly, and the fierce divine energy gathered in his palm suddenly dissipated. Then, as if discarding a worthless piece of trash, he slammed the dying Qin Mu hard onto the hard cement ground.
"boom!"
A dull thud echoed through the deathly silent parking lot as Qin Mu's body crashed to the ground. The excruciating pain caused him to curl up like a shrimp, his body convulsing. Several bones cracked clearly, and another mouthful of scalding blood spurted out.
He greedily and deeply inhaled the cold air, his chest heaving violently. Never before had he felt that being able to breathe freely was such a luxury, such a blissful experience.
Out of the corner of his trembling eye, he managed to catch a glimpse of the figure standing before him like a demon god. Boundless fear once again completely engulfed him, and even his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.
He knew better than anyone that if it weren't for those two crucial phone calls, he would already be a cold corpse, his soul already gone to the underworld.
What made him even more desperate was that he was horrified to discover that his internal strength cultivation, which he had painstakingly cultivated for more than ten years, had completely vanished!
His meridians were broken inch by inch like shattered glass, his dantian was completely depleted and collapsed, and he could not even gather a trace of spiritual energy. He was reduced to a completely useless person who could not even kill a chicken!
A lingering, weak, and aching pain spread through my limbs and bones. This feeling of being worse than dead, of barely clinging to life, was more agonizing and devastating than instant death.
Just as he was on the verge of madness, a cold, piercing voice pierced the deathly silence of the parking lot and slammed into his ear:
"Kneel down."
The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an overwhelming pressure and an absolute will that could not be defied. It clearly entered the ears of everyone present, like a thunderclap, making their eardrums go numb.
Qin Mu's eyes widened suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply, and he almost thought he had misheard.
He was Qin Shanhe's only son, and was treated like royalty. From childhood to adulthood, he rarely had to kneel or suffer any grievances, let alone kneel. Even his father, Qin Shanhe, never made him kneel even once!
Now, he's being forced to kneel before this enemy who destroyed his cultivation and humiliated his dignity?
Her inner pride and resistance were screaming wildly, but her body's instincts had long been completely tamed by Xiao Chen's killing intent. Her legs went weak and bent uncontrollably, and she didn't have the strength to resist at all.
"Pfft!"
With a muffled thud, his knees slammed heavily onto the cold, rough cement floor. A piercing pain shot through his kneecaps, and he knelt stiffly before Xiao Chen, his head instinctively lowered, unable to look into Xiao Chen's cold eyes any longer.
He had no choice. That mysterious phone call had only temporarily saved his life; the devilish man before him could change his mind at any moment and take his life. He could only compromise, only humbly beg for mercy, even if it meant abandoning all his pride and dignity.
At this moment, Xiao Chen's aura swept across the entire area, his imposing presence was like a mountain, and no one dared to look him in the eye.
What he wanted was not just Qin Mu's life, but also to etch eternal fear and awe into the depths of his soul.
This kind of mental torment and humiliation is more painful than death and more ruthless than destroying his cultivation. It will haunt Qin Mu like a leech for the rest of his life, making him live in nightmares day and night and forever fall into the shadow of fear.
This is the price for offending Xiao Chen and provoking his wrath!
A chilling killing intent and an ancient, boundless pressure, as if tangible, relentlessly pressed down on Qin Mu, who was kneeling on the ground.
In a daze, Qin Mu seemed to hear the earth-shattering sounds of battle echoing in his ears, the clash of swords and the carnage of corpses and seas of blood. A chill from the depths of his soul instantly swept over his entire body.
He looked up in horror and saw a blurry yet imposing phantom of a war god hovering behind Xiao Chen.
His golden armor was stained with blood, he held a halberd, and his body was surrounded by an ancient and violent aura of slaughter. His cold and empty pupils looked down at him indifferently, like a god looking down at an ant, with a world-destroying power.
This scene, visible only to him, was like the most terrifying illusion of his own mind, relentlessly haunting him.
"What...what is this thing..." His teeth chattered, his words were incoherent, his voice was filled with extreme fear, and his whole body trembled like a leaf in the wind.
The next moment, the phantom of the God of War seemed to come alive and pounced on him, the God of War Halberd in his hand smashing down with earth-shattering power!
The scorching heat, the suffocating pressure, and the extreme fear of being targeted by a prehistoric beast instantly overwhelmed him!
"ah,!"
He let out a bloodcurdling scream, and felt a warm sensation in his lower body. He was so frightened that he lost control of his bladder on the spot, and his crotch was instantly soaked. He was utterly humiliated and became a laughingstock in everyone's eyes.
In the capital, in that heavily guarded courtyard, the old man saw everything clearly through real-time footage transmitted via special channels.
He sighed softly, his tone tinged with helplessness and gravity, and his voice came through the receiver again:
"Xiao Chen, that's enough. Your humiliation of him is worse than killing him. If Qin Shanhe sees this, he will not feel any gratitude towards you, but will only hate you more. In that case, the situation will only become more difficult to manage."
Xiao Chen snorted coldly, his icy gaze sweeping over Qin Mu, who was on the ground, nearly driven to madness. Speaking into the phone, his tone left no room for argument:
“I’m returning the person to you. Now, tell me immediately what the Spirit Realm is trying to do, and explain everything about Jiang Meng.”
"Xiao Chen, you're too stubborn." The old man's voice was tinged with complexity. "Your actions, which completely sever ties with Qin Shanhe, will do you no good. You may not be able to withstand his methods."
Xiao Chen's lips curled into a cold, icy smile, his tone full of disdain and domineering: "Why should I need Qin Shanhe's gratitude? I have never intended to let this go. I just want the answer I want, so stop wasting your breath."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, as if someone was weighing the pros and cons, or perhaps recalling some long-buried secret. (End of Chapter)