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When anger reaches its peak, this emotion can sometimes come to an abrupt halt in an instant. It may be a physiological self-protection mechanism or a sudden realization that brings one back to sanity from madness. At this moment, Feng Tianlong was experiencing such a transformation.
He felt the power in his hands, originally intending to crush Chen Yao's life completely. However, in that fleeting moment, Feng Tianlong's rage suddenly dissipated. He looked down at Chen Yao's face, which was slightly purple from lack of oxygen. Her mouth continued to babble incessantly at him, but her voice had become muffled in his ears. The words she uttered could no longer pierce his heart.
A strange sense of calm rose within Feng Tianlong. He suddenly understood that all of this was merely Chen Yao's futile resistance. She was utterly powerless in his grasp, like a maliciously manipulated rag doll, with only her words left for a final stand. A cold smile crept onto Feng Tianlong's lips. Why should he lose his sanity over such a trivial existence?
Feng Tianlong's fingers slowly relaxed as he lowered Chen Yao back to the ground. She fell to the ground, gasping in pain, and the mockery and pride on her face vanished without a trace, replaced by helplessness and despair. Feng Tianlong looked down at her, a cruel smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
"You talk too much, Chen Yao," he said, his voice low and icy, like an echo from the abyss. "But do you think this will provoke me? It's just a boring little trick."
He turned away, completely ignoring Chen Yao's presence. In his eyes, she had lost all threat; even as a plaything, she seemed dull. Although the fire of anger within Feng Tianlong had extinguished, a deeper coldness and resolve occupied his heart. He was no longer affected by Chen Yao's provocations; no one in this world could shake his determination.
"Weren't you saying I was just a failure?" Feng Tianlong said calmly, yet his voice carried an endless chill. "Then let me show you how a failure becomes the ultimate winner."
Feng Tianlong's footsteps were heavy and slow, each step imbued with unyielding coldness and determination. He gradually approached Master Han, who lay on the ground, utterly defenseless and still unconscious. As he stood beside Master Han, Feng Tianlong lowered his head, his gaze sharp as a knife, staring mercilessly at this once-mighty figure. Then he reached out with his powerful hand and grasped Master Han's neck firmly. His fingers tightened around Master Han’s throat like iron, feeling a faint pulse begin to fade in his palm.
"I will let you watch slowly," Feng Tianlong said coldly and emotionlessly, like the whisper of death itself. "Watch this old man die before your eyes."
Each word seemed to carry a chilling coldness that penetrated deep into the soul. That icy resolve and cruel bloodlust sent shivers down one's spine.
"No!" Chen Yao cried out in terror, filled with despair. She struggled desperately on the ground to lift her weak body; even though her strength was nearly exhausted, she persisted nonetheless. She watched helplessly as Feng Tianlong's cold gaze mercilessly aimed at Master Han, feeling a profound sense of fear and powerlessness wash over her.
"Don't do this! Please!" Chen Yao's voice trembled, almost breaking into a cry. She knew she couldn't stop Feng Tianlong now, yet she shouted out, hoping to awaken even a sliver of humanity within him.
But Feng Tianlong ignored her pleas, a cruel smile spreading across his face as he tightened his grip. Master Han's throat was constricted, making it increasingly difficult for him to breathe.
"Do you really think I would spare him just because of your few words?" Feng Tianlong replied coldly, his tone laced with mockery and derision. "It's not that easy, Chen Yao. This world is cruel; only the strong can decide the fate of others."
He leaned closer to Master Han's ear, his voice icy and filled with malice. "Let me show you what true despair feels like."
Chen Yao's heart swelled with despair and anger, yet this emotion became her final source of strength. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to rise, her legs trembling uncontrollably as she pushed herself forward, step by step, closer to Feng Tianlong.
"I will not allow you to do this to him!" Chen Yao screamed inwardly, her eyes shining with determination.
Finally reaching Feng Tianlong's back, Chen Yao lunged at him with all her might, wrapping her arms around his neck in an attempt to strangle him. However, her hands felt as if they were clinging to cold steel; no matter how hard she tried, Feng Tianlong remained unmoved. Her arms had lost the support of Spiritual Energy, and the weakened state left her powerless against this monster.
Feng Tianlong sensed the weight on his back and heard Chen Yao's desperate cries. A cruel smile appeared on his face. He made no effort to stop her; instead, he seemed to relish in her futile struggle.
"Hahaha, what's wrong, Chen Yao?" Feng Tianlong laughed maniacally, his voice dripping with sarcasm and contempt. "This feels like a massage; your feeble resistance is quite amusing."
Chen Yao's hands grew weaker by the second. She could feel Feng Tianlong's muscles twitching beneath her grip—a force she could not contend with. No matter how hard she fought or how much strength she exerted, Feng Tianlong stood firm as if her resistance was completely inconsequential.
"Stop wasting your energy, Chen Yao," he said coldly, his fingers slowly tightening around Master Han's neck. Master Han's face began to pale as breathing became increasingly difficult.
Fear and despair filled Chen Yao's heart; she could not stop this from happening or save Master Han. Tears streamed down her face involuntarily, but even so, she refused to give up. She clung tightly to Feng Tianlong, attempting one last effort to fight back.
"You... you demon..." Chen Yao's voice trembled, filled with tears and endless sorrow. "I won't let you... I will never let you..." But her voice gradually weakened, until it was almost inaudible.
Feng Tianlong paid no heed to her words, continuing to smile coldly as he tightened his grip. He seemed completely immersed in the thrill of controlling another's life, ignoring Chen Yao's struggles and despair.
"Take a good look," Feng Tianlong said softly to Chen Yao, his tone laced with cruel pleasure. "Watch how your so-called strong ones die at my hands."
Chen Yao's forehead weakly pressed against Feng Tianlong's back, her entire body feeling as if all strength had been drained from it, making it difficult to even support herself. Her impact was as feeble as a cotton candy, unable to affect Feng Tianlong in any way.
Feng Tianlong stood there like an immovable mountain. He coldly watched Master Han's face turn purple, his grip unwavering, as if this torment was a source of enjoyment for him. There was not a shred of pity in his gaze, only disdain for both Chen Yao and Master Han.
"Let him go... I beg you... let him go..." Chen Yao's voice was weak and trembling, filled with despair. Her heart was overwhelmed with pain and fear; at that moment, she felt a true sense of helplessness, like a cold hand tightly gripping her heart, making it hard for her to breathe.
Yet Feng Tianlong's gaze grew even colder, a cruel smile curling at the corners of his mouth. He did not respond but continued to tighten his grip, seemingly wanting to witness Master Han take his last breath in his hands, relishing the thrill of victory.
"Are you afraid, Chen Yao?" Feng Tianlong asked softly, his tone mocking. "Is this what you call strength? Is this the power you take pride in? Look at him now, like a dog with its throat grasped."
Tears silently streamed down Chen Yao's face as her heart filled with pain and regret. She sincerely wished for Feng Tianlong to stop this cruel act, but she knew well that he had come to torment her. No matter how much she pleaded or prayed, Feng Tianlong would show no mercy.
"Please... stop..." Chen Yao's voice trembled, almost squeezed out from her throat, but she understood that this plea would have no effect. Feng Tianlong's ruthlessness had long surpassed her imagination; he would feel no empathy for her suffering.
"So weak, so helpless—what a disappointment," Feng Tianlong sneered at Chen Yao, his tone dripping with contempt and mockery. "How could someone like you ever hope to stop me?"
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