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Feng Lin lowered his head, his eyes filled with a deeper resentment. Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood that splattered onto the Black Jade Pendant resting on his chest.
“Father, save me! Kill him!” Feng Lin shouted, blood spilling from his mouth.
In an instant, thick, dark energy surged from the Black Jade Pendant, enveloping Feng Lin completely and transporting him to a nearby spot.
Qin Feng raised an eyebrow. “Father? Isn’t he dead? Could it be...?” He scrutinized the dark energy that descended from Feng Lin, which coalesced beside him into a mass.
The dark energy writhed, and soon a pale figure emerged next to Feng Lin—Zhong Ren. Dressed in luxurious robes, Zhong Ren’s face was grotesquely decayed, flesh hanging loosely and revealing the stark whiteness of bone beneath.
Feng Lin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, enduring the sharp pain in his tongue as he pointed at Qin Feng and shouted, “Father, that’s Qin Gang’s son! Kill him!”
At the mention of Qin Gang, Zhong Ren's resentment flared up; his hair whipped about wildly as his eyes glowed red, fixating intensely on Qin Feng.
Qin Feng assessed Zhong Ren from head to toe. He was still a Ghost King, residing in the Ghost Dan Realm. “Your father really cared for you; even in death, he became a Ghost King to protect you,” Qin Feng remarked with admiration.
Feng Lin’s face twisted with malice. “You’re dead for sure this time! No—killing you would be too easy. I want to extract your soul!”
Qin Feng shook his head. “Shouldn’t you be angry at the Eldest Prince? She’s the one who killed your father. What does that have to do with me?”
Suddenly, Zhong Ren let out a howl that echoed into the sky before lunging at Qin Feng.
Qin Feng watched Zhong Ren charge toward him with indifference. Although he moved quickly—faster than most could react—everything seemed slow to Qin Feng. He slowly raised his longsword and swept it forward.
Just as Zhong Ren appeared right in front of him, the Red Longsword descended from above, slicing through Zhong Ren’s head effortlessly as if it were a hot iron meeting butter.
“Ah!” Zhong Ren screamed in agony. Though cut in half, he was not yet dead. The Sha Qi was overwhelming; Zhong Ren's consciousness began to spiral into madness.
His two halves transformed into dark energy, merging together slowly amidst ghostly wails.
Feng Lin was taken aback. Could it be that even his father wasn’t a match for him?
But how could this be possible? No matter how great the danger he faced, as long as his father was there, everything could be resolved.
He still found it hard to believe, yet his body began to retreat instinctively.
Qin Feng watched as Zhong Ren regained his form; at that moment, the red glow in his eyes intensified. "I might as well help you find peace," he said, "after all, I am a good person."
With that, he raised his sword once more.
Unexpectedly, Zhong Ren let out a howl and then turned to pounce on Feng Lin.
Feng Lin's desperate cries echoed, "Father, it's me! I'm your son; you can't kill me!"
Gradually, the voice faded until Feng Lin was torn into pieces, his very soul consumed by Zhong Ren.
Qin Feng was momentarily stunned. What was happening?
He glanced at the Red Longsword in his hand. Could it be influenced by Sha Qi? That seemed to be the only explanation.
Qin Feng smacked his lips in dismay. How tragic! Shaking his head, he released his grip, and the Red Longsword flew out instantly.
The sword darted through the air several times before Zhong Ren completely collapsed and dissipated; this time, he was truly dead.
Qin Feng retrieved the longsword, surprised by how many events had unfolded since he arrived. He looked down at the ground littered with chunks of flesh.
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