Raging Killing Qi . . .
Cha Eun Xiao had never felt a more intense desire for retribution than in this moment, a sentiment that transcended the boundaries of his two lives. The object of his unbridled wrath? The Second Prince, a man who appeared to be human but was nothing more than a despicable beast concealed beneath a veneer of flesh and bone. In Cha Eun Xiao's mind, there was no doubt—the Second Prince deserved death, and that death had to be both miserable and agonizing. After all, how else could justice be served for the countless girls whose lives were snuffed out by his abominable actions?
With an icy edge to his voice, Cha Eun Xiao turned to Bing-Er and asked, "Bing-Er, have you made your decision, or do you require a few more moments to contemplate it?" He had resolved that even if Bing-Er proved too compassionate to execute these men, he wouldn't permit them to escape punishment. These black-clad individuals had sealed their fate—death awaited them.
The darkness that had eclipsed Bing-Er's eyes gradually receded, replaced by a renewed clarity. Her lovely countenance bore a trace of pallor as she declared, "Master, these deranged murderers deserve only one fate—death. Not just these five, but everyone involved in this heinous affair. They all deserve to die!" Bing-Er's words were charged with fury.
Her declaration caught Song Jue and Cha Eun Xiao off guard, for they had never expected Bing-Er to possess such ferocity. To hear her utter the word 'death' was more startling than any indication of mercy. Bing-Er had revealed a newfound resolve.
Cha Eun Xiao cautioned, "Bing-Er, while it is easy to eliminate these five men, you must understand that if we seek retribution against all those involved, the death toll will be staggering—likely a hundred thousand or more."
Unyielding, Bing-Er ground her teeth and declared, "So be it! Those who partook in this have long forfeited their humanity. They are naught but beasts donning human guise. Be it one hundred thousand, one million, or ten million, as long as I have the capability, I will ensure their annihilation. Spare no one! How else can the tormented souls of those who died find peace?"
Her resolution was unwavering, her commitment absolute. An unshakable determination imbued her with a unique, killing aura.
Cha Eun Xiao inhaled deeply and asserted, "Since Bing-Er desires it, I make this solemn promise. No one who participated in this vile enterprise shall escape retribution, regardless of their status, origin, or affiliations. From the Second Prince to the lowest procurers and guards in the kingdom's brothels—they shall all meet their end. There will be no mercy."
Furthermore, he added, "All those connected to the Voluptuous Flower Building shall not be spared, without exception."
His tone was resolute as he vowed, "The Voluptuous Flower Building has thrived for eight years, claiming the lives of roughly twenty thousand girls each year in the capital alone. Across the kingdom, this figure must reach at least a hundred thousand. Over the course of eight years, that equates to a heart-wrenching total of eighty thousand young lives lost."
Eighty thousand souls—an unfathomable tragedy, particularly considering the youth of those lost. Cha Eun Xiao found himself overwhelmed by a deep sense of sorrow. He concluded with unwavering determination, "If I do not hold those responsible to account, how can I ever find peace?"
Bing-Er turned to him, her eyes filled with a determined resolve. "Master, Bing-Er abhors bloodshed and death, but in this instance, these individuals deserve nothing less. I will carry out the task myself."
With a sense of finality, Cha Eun Xiao agreed, "Very well. Let us begin tonight. The sooner we start, the fewer girls will fall victim to this horror."
Determination etched on his face, Cha Eun Xiao spoke decisively, "Commence it now." His hands began to radiate a cold, sharp light, and an aura of chilling qi enveloped him. In a swift motion, five heads fell to the ground simultaneously, the five black-clad men's lives extinguished without the torment of prolonged suffering. Cha Eun Xiao had made good on his promise—one sword, five heads severed, and five lives extinguished.
The eight Sky Origin Stage cultivators dispatched by the Second Prince had met their demise, marking only the inception of a grim onslaught. Cha Eun Xiao's resolve was unwavering, and he couldn't bear to delay any longer. The existence of such a heinous organization, led by a prince, inflicting unspeakable harm upon innocent girls, had incited a burning fury within him. Cha Eun Xiao had reached his limit and couldn't stand idly by any longer.
With urgency etched upon his features, he motioned for the group to move. He was determined to take direct action. Song Jue, though eager to keep pace with Cha Eun Xiao, found himself rooted to the spot, captivated by something that left even a master-level cultivator like him astounded. It wasn't a matter of magic or mysticism, but something far more profound.
A pervasive, bone-chilling qi enveloped Cha Eun Xiao, one that struck Song Jue with an uncanny sense of familiarity. It triggered a recollection, harkening back to the enigmatic individual who had saved his life. That man, who had remained concealed, was the very person who had extended a lifeline to Song Jue.
"Xiao Xiao!" Song Jue's voice quivered as he entertained a preposterous notion that, at the same time, held a glimmer of possibility. He was almost certain that it was too far-fetched to be true. Still, he couldn't help but inquire, "Could it be... the man who tended to my wounds, the hidden super cultivator, was it... you?"
Cha Eun Xiao, realizing that his extreme cold qi had inadvertently surfaced due to his seething anger, saw no need to conceal it from Song Jue any longer. He responded with a faint smile, "Uncle Song, a significant issue lies before us. Why dwell on a minor detail? Let's not lose sight of our main objective. Come, let's move forward. We are about to confront a truly extraordinary figure in the world, quite possibly a historic figure of unprecedented influence, both in the past and the future."
With these words, he held Bing-Er's hand, and together, they ascended into the night sky. Bing-Er's white garments billowed like a specter as they swiftly departed.
Song Jue, still grappling with mixed emotions, felt slighted by the implication that his concerns were trivial. He mumbled, "What do you mean by 'a little thing'? It involves my life and my capabilities. It's of utmost importance to me. Am I considered insignificant, thus rendering my affairs inconsequential..."
While Song Jue nursed a mild annoyance, he understood the inopportune timing for a debate. Cha Eun Xiao and Bing-Er had moved far ahead, and concerns about their safety were paramount. Though he had every confidence in Cha Eun Xiao's abilities, the presence of Bing-Er added an element of unpredictability. Thus, he swallowed his grievances and leaped into action, determined to catch up with them.