Chapter 565: He’s Really Angry
Kill Yan Rouwan.
For Xu Hongyi, this wasn’t difficult.
Humans don’t ponder whether they can kill an ant; they only think about the method: stomp it or roast it.
The problem Xu Hongyi faced now was how to kill her with the least cost and the quickest speed.
And on top of that, she was restricted from using her rule powers and couldn’t surpass the Great Ascension realm.
Even so, for the Primordial Deities, this was still doable.
Every demon that had lived for billions of years had a terrifying foundation beyond imagination.
Xu Hongyi knew there was a method called “Cursed Kill” in her domain.
This was a domineering technique where, as long as the practitioner could mark their target, they could instantly eliminate them, regardless of distance.
For Xu Hongyi, the biggest advantage of this method was speed.
…Two breaths had passed since Yan Rouwan drew her sword.
If Li Shanyan was monitoring her the whole time, then he should have notified Young Master Sang the moment Yan Rouwan drew her sword.
In that case, within three to five breaths, Young Master Sang would receive the news.
And at most, within ten breaths, he would break through space to appear before Xu Hongyi.
And Cursed Kill only required two breaths: one for marking, one for cursing.
Of course, there were many restrictions, such as it could only be used by a higher realm practitioner against a lower realm target, the practitioner’s soul, consciousness, and energy must vastly exceed the target’s, and how to mark was a tricky issue.
But right now, this should be her best solution.
The primordial spirit of the Primordial Deities was a weapon more powerful than anything else. This ancient existence, born alongside primordial chaos, was nearly unmatched in the universe.
So Xu Hongyi wasn’t worried at all about failing the Cursed Kill.
Just relying on the strength of her primordial spirit was enough to crush Yan Rouwan’s soul.
Thus, on the third breath after Yan Rouwan drew her sword, Xu Hongyi stopped holding back her aura.
In an instant, everyone in the Abyss Realm felt that terrifying sensation of being watched by a supreme being.
Not just Jiang Mei, who was currently live-streaming, Old Woman Xi, who was giving electric shock therapy to her students, Xu Yao, who was networking, and Foolish Child, who was grinding dungeons.
Even Huo Longyuan, buried in paperwork, and Ancestral Cang, waiting eagerly in Linzhou for his money.
At that moment, all the deities lifted their heads in unison.
“Eh?”
Ancestral Cang squinted slightly: “Hongyi? How did this girl lose her composure first?”
“Interesting,” Foolish Child put down his Communication Device, revealing his pearly whites, “it’s my first time seeing Hongyi angry.”
“Who provoked Sister Hongyi?” Jiang Mei blinked innocently.
“Isn’t that girl usually indifferent to everything except that person?” Old Woman Xi wondered curiously.
Xu Yao pondered, lost in thought.
Huo Longyuan paused from his pen, silently looking up.
“…Young Master Sang.”
“How will you handle this?”
On the fourth breath.
When Xu Hongyi completely released her aura, Yan Rouwan suddenly felt as if she was sinking into an endless mire.
That suffocating feeling of being deprived of even the right to breathe made her acutely aware.
Primordial Deities.
They were far more terrifying than she had imagined.
Before her, Xu Hongyi seemed utterly unconcerned about the sword that Yan Rouwan had drawn.
In her eyes, that sword resembled a child’s toy water gun, incapable of causing any harm.
She simply widened those eerily beautiful scarlet eyes, locking her gaze on Yan Rouwan.
At that moment, Yan Rouwan felt as if her heart was being gripped by someone.
Her blood felt stripped away, and an icy coldness instantly filled all her senses.
But Yan Rouwan remained calm.
As if unconcerned, she continued to raise her sword.
Swinging it toward Xu Hongyi.
Xu Hongyi gazed back at her.
In her reddened eyes, Yan Rouwan was already marked.
…That’s enough. A strange smile curled at her lips.
On the fifth breath.
She seemed to already visualize the scene of Yan Rouwan’s eyes losing their brightness, collapsing to the ground.
“…Evening Death.”
Cursed Kill activated.
Then came the sixth breath.
The seventh breath.
Xu Hongyi’s eyes flashed with many emotions.
Confusion.
Doubt.
Disappointment.
Anger.
She saw that Yan Rouwan was not dead.
Instead, that plain sword was simply stabbed into her own chest.
Xu Hongyi looked down at her chest, remaining silent for a long time.
…It had been a long while since she felt a sensation called “pain.”
When was the last time she felt this? She had completely lost track.
Xu Hongyi couldn’t quite pinpoint if she was angry or something else.
She merely glanced down at her chest and slowly raised her head to ask, “…Why?”
“Why didn’t you die?”
“Why do you emit the aura of rules?”
“Who are you, really?”
Yan Rouwan calmly shook her head.
“My name is Yan Rouwan.”
“I am the head of the Heavenly Punishment Department of the Punishment Department’s Shuimen branch.”
Xu Hongyi’s eyes flashed with disappointment: “I didn’t ask for that.”
“In the Abyss Realm, no power of rules can be used.”
“I don’t understand. Why do you emit the aura of rules?”
“I don’t know what rules you speak of.” Yan Rouwan stared intently at her, the return of the swallow sword pressing a bit deeper.
“If what you’re talking about is that red thread connecting all things in the world.”
“Then from the moment I saw that red thread, I could manipulate it.”
Xu Hongyi furrowed her brow slightly.
She contemplated seriously for a long time.
But she couldn’t figure out where she had gone wrong.
Just before she could think further.
The ten breaths were up.
Xu Hongyi felt a sword suddenly hanging above her neck.
That familiar face now stood coldly behind her.
Expressionless, with icy eyes fixed on her.
“Regrettably, Miss Hongyi.”
“You violated the game rules and failed the game.”
“Please leave the Abyss Realm and return home.” Young Master Sang said indifferently.
Xu Hongyi turned to look at Young Master Sang, her big eyes full of pleading.
“Are you going to chase me away again?”
“Yes.” This time, Young Master Sang’s tone held no compassion.
“Because of her?”
“Because you didn’t follow the rules.”
“I’m sorry…” She timidly leaned closer to Young Master Sang, tentatively trying to grab his sleeve and act cute, “I’ll obediently listen to you from now on, don’t send me away—”
Xu Hongyi thought this time would be like before.
As long as she acted cute, he would quickly soften and forgive her.
It had always been like this. She was his most cherished existence.
But this time, no.
Her outstretched hand grasped nothing but air.
Young Master Sang evaded her reaching hand, his eyes still calm.
“Miss Hongyi.”
“Please go home.”
Xu Hongyi looked disappointed into Young Master Sang’s eyes.
She realized that she must have truly made a big mistake.
He was really angry.
There was utterly no hint he would forgive her.
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