A hand extracted from someone's chest, and with that hand, a blood-red heart, still faintly quivering.
Thump!
The pale-faced young man whose heart had been gouged out feebly opened his mouth, tried to say something, but lacked the strength to speak and collapsed to the ground.
The Fire King, with a smile on his face, held the heart in his left hand and glanced at the young man who was not yet dead.
"Wei Yun, you should feel honored that I personally came to settle this with you; you can now die with your eyes closed," said the Fire King with a light smile.
That young man named Wei Yun, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness, was already beyond saving having lost his heart and suffered severe injuries.
With a pop, the Fire King crushed the heart, blood splattered, and flesh flew about, yet not a single drop stained him.
Wei Yun's eyes widened as he breathed his last, his gaze fixed on the Fire King until the moment of death, seeming to vent all his indignation.
