Revenge Knows No Nightfall

Ding~

The flying sword in Chen Jiaojiao’s hand had just pierced her chest when a surge of energy suddenly struck her wrist.

Her wrist went numb, and the sword clattered to the ground.

Liang Chen’s icy voice followed immediately.

“Trying to die?”

“Without my permission, you don’t even get to choose death.”

Chen Jiaojiao’s expression changed, and without hesitation, her spiritual sense burst forth from her body.

The fallen sword was gripped by an invisible force, shooting up and aiming straight for her own chest.

“Get lost!”

Liang Chen frowned and roared.

A powerful force surged with his shout, knocking the sword away before it could pierce Chen Jiaojiao’s body.

Just as Chen Jiaojiao was about to press forward, Liang Chen suddenly appeared beside her like a ghost.

In the next moment, her neck tightened as Liang Chen lifted her off the ground with a single hand.

Her fair neck instantly turned red and purple under his grip.

A tyrannical force invaded her body, completely suppressing her spiritual energy.

With her power sealed, she became no different from an ordinary person.

No matter how she struggled, she couldn’t break free.

Liang Chen’s gaze swept over her body, his lecherous expression growing more pronounced before finally settling on her delicate face.

“I told you, without my permission, you don’t get to die.”

Then, he glanced at Qian Yu, who had just approached. “Brother Qian Yu, care to join me?”

“Excellent!”

Qian Yu laughed heartily.

“I think you two should consider your own situation first.”

Before the two could react, a voice suddenly came from behind them, cold and unexpected.

The abrupt sound startled them.

Like scalded cats, they abandoned Chen Jiaojiao and leaped forward dozens of feet in an instant.

Only after confirming that the newcomer hadn’t pursued them did they relax slightly, turning back with darkened expressions.

“Wang Jianqiang, it’s you!”

When they recognized the figure behind them, both froze in disbelief.

Wang Jianqiang had actually come to them willingly!

Was he insane?

Did he have a death wish?

Then, realization dawned.

“Wang Jianqiang, you fool! I was just thinking about how to find you, and here you are, delivering yourself to death’s door!”

“Hahaha, this saves us a lot of trouble.”

Liang Chen stared at Wang Jianqiang with malicious glee.

Though Qian Yu remained silent, the greed and killing intent in his eyes spoke volumes.

“Pathetic.”

Seeing their arrogance, Wang Jianqiang sneered, unwilling to waste words.

With a flick of his finger, an emerald-green sword energy merged into the void.

Silently, a grand formation enveloped the two.

“A formation? No—this is a spell!”

Liang Chen and Qian Yu were stunned, finding it hard to believe.

This old waste actually possessed such profound techniques?

But Wang Jianqiang’s assault didn’t stop there.

He pointed again.

A streak of firelight merged into the formation.

In the next instant, the wooden formation was engulfed in flames.

The scorching fire wrapped around the two, and only then did they finally react.

Agonizing pain twisted their faces, and their screams of torment echoed through the air.

“Impossible! How can you be this strong?!”

“Weren’t you only at Qi Refinement Level Three?!”

“You’ve been hiding your strength!”

“No—we were wrong! Spare us, please!”

“Grandfather—”

...

Inside the formation, the screams gradually weakened.

Wang Jianqiang watched coldly as the two were utterly incinerated by the flames.

Even when his strength had been suppressed before, he had easily held off Wu Yan and Wu Feng.

Though Liang Chen and Qian Yu were stronger, now that the jade’s suppression was gone, a mere two-layered formation was enough to annihilate them.

Crack—

Just then, a sound came from behind.

Wang Jianqiang turned.

Niu Shouren was frantically fleeing into the distance.

The noise had been him stepping on and shattering a frost-covered blade of grass in his panic.

“Nephew-in-law, why the hurry to leave?”

“Couldn’t even spare a word for your uncle?”

Wang Jianqiang flicked his finger, and the Perfect Cloudwater Frostlight Sword shot forth, catching up to Niu Shouren in mere breaths.

The sword’s tip hovered before him, blocking his path.

Though its power remained restrained, the natural chill it exuded stiffened Niu Shouren’s body, coating his skin in a layer of frost.

Niu Shouren’s face paled in terror.

He dropped to his knees, kowtowing like a frantic pestle.

“Uncle Wang, spare me!”

“Uncle Wang, have mercy!”

“For the sake of my past as your nephew-in-law, please let me go like a fart in the wind!”

“I’ll never dare again!”

Wang Jianqiang sighed softly. “Shouren, to err is human, to repent is divine. I’m glad you’ve realized your mistake so quickly.”

Niu Shouren, sensing a shift in Wang Jianqiang’s tone, brightened with hope.

“But there’s a principle I want you to understand.”

Wang Jianqiang’s voice continued.

“Uncle, please speak! Shouren will abide by it without fail!” Niu Shouren eagerly replied.

Wang Jianqiang nodded. “It’s simple: No matter who you are, if you make a mistake, you must bear the consequences. Do you understand?”

“I understand, Uncle! I do!” Niu Shouren nodded frantically. “I’ll remember this lesson forever!”

“No, you don’t.”

Wang Jianqiang shook his head and flicked his finger.

A flash of sword light.

Niu Shouren’s chest was pierced instantly, and a terrifying cold erupted within him.

Before his wound could even bleed, his entire body froze into an ice sculpture.

Trapped in the ice, his face was frozen in despair, lifelike to the last detail.

“You’ve committed a crime punishable by death. How can you speak of a future with me?”

“Shouren, you were foolish.”

Wang Jianqiang cast a cold glance at the frozen Niu Shouren before kicking the sculpture over.

The ice shattered, and with it, Niu Shouren’s body broke into dozens of pieces.

After dealing with Niu Shouren, Wang Jianqiang turned to Chen Jiaojiao.

From start to finish, she had stood there, motionless.

Only when she met his gaze did she snap out of her daze.

“Why didn’t you run?” Wang Jianqiang asked coldly.

Chen Jiaojiao gave a bitter smile. “If you don’t wish for me to live, even if I flee, I cannot escape.”

Wang Jianqiang studied her for a moment before waving his hand.

Bang—

An invisible force struck Chen Jiaojiao.

She let out a muffled groan, blood spraying from her mouth as she was sent flying dozens of feet before crashing heavily to the ground.

Her face turned deathly pale, her aura plummeting to its weakest.

Wang Jianqiang didn’t press further.

“Take care.”

With a final glance at her, he turned and walked away.

Chen Jiaojiao had been greedy but not murderous.

Death was avoidable, but punishment was inevitable.

If she survived this blow, their grievances would be settled. If she died, so be it.

Behind him, Chen Jiaojiao watched his retreating figure.

There was no anger on her face, no resentment toward Wang Jianqiang.

Only endless regret.

But as Wang Jianqiang had said,

everyone must take responsibility for their mistakes.

Having taken this step, there was no going back to how things were between her and Wang Jianqiang.

...

Above the endless expanse of snow,

a disheveled figure fled in desperation.

Behind her, six figures pursued with murderous intent.

"Wang Yuyao, hand over the artifact! Such a treasure is not meant for someone like you!"

Wang Yuyao paid no heed to the threats, gritting her teeth as she sped forward.

But among her pursuers, one was clearly far stronger, closing the distance rapidly.

Half an incense stick’s time later,

the gap between them had shrunk to less than thirty zhang.

With a single finger pointed,

a piercing bird cry tore through the sky.

A lifelike ice phoenix materialized in an instant, crossing dozens of zhang in the blink of an eye—now right behind Wang Yuyao.