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Chapter 451: Crushing Your Soul Fragment, Ensuring You Never Transcend After Death

Chapter 451: Chapter 451: Crushing Your Soul Fragment, Ensuring You Never Transcend After Death

I could hardly believe everything that had happened.

It must be a ghost.

This must be hell, they must be ghosts.

The man’s pale slender fingers gradually tightened, and the black, invisible large hand that was gripping Jun Wuyang’s neck also slowly tightened.

Jun Wuyang’s pale face began to turn purplish-red due to suffocation; his vision fading in and out, yet he could only hang like a corpse all this time.

He had no strength left to struggle or resist, not even enough to kick his legs or make a sound.

Death was closing in, and the suffocating despair filled Jun Wuyang with immense fear.

"Are you scared, Desperate?"

The man’s sinister eyes coldly stared at Jun Wuyang.

Jun Wuyang looked down at the man’s face on the ground, engulfed by despair and fear.

His brain had completely shut down, unable to even think.

"Today, I will tear your body into thousands of pieces, grind your three souls and seven Soul Fragments to dust, ensuring you never transcend death."

As the man’s voice echoed, Jun Wuyang, suspended in mid-air, suddenly exploded.

The corpse instantaneously burst into thousands of pieces, with blood, innards, chunks of flesh, and gore splattering all over the room.

A deluge of fresh blood rained down like a storm, blurring vision and staining the ground red.

At that moment, when Jun Wuyang’s body exploded, a barrier spontaneously formed in front of the man and Ye Yin, blocking all the filth, leaving them completely clean, not even a drop of blood tainted them.

The overwhelming scent of blood and human flesh that challenged the senses made the man slightly frown, his eyes filled with disgust.

The man withdrew his hand and didn’t linger in the area, disappearing with Ye Yin.

They left behind a room full of blood and carnage that only inspired a desire to vomit...

"Master, the other Five Realms have an agreement not to harm mortals without cause, even though you currently possess a mortal body, now that you have killed him, just in case..." Ye Yin looked worried.

It wasn’t that he feared Jun Wuyang would go to the Netherworld to complain, after all, his soul had already shattered.

"So what if they do, retribution? Heh..." The man scoffed coldly, his eyes full of scorn and disdain.

For Yingying, even if he faced great retribution, he could withstand it.

A thousand years ago, besides that one person, no one across the Six Realms could touch him.

Retribution?

Hadn’t he killed enough people? Why would he fear retribution?!

The next morning—

Wen Xiao’ai awoke from a nightmare again, steadied herself, and gazing at Jun Moyan’s handsome face so close by, her anxious and unsettled heart gradually calmed down.

Because of last night’s disturbance, Jun Moyan, who had stayed up all night and had been unrestful over the past few days, did not wake up after Wen Xiao’ai was startled awake this time.

Wen Xiao’ai gently moved her body, trying to create a little distance from Jun Moyan so she could see him better.

However, as soon as she moved, the soundly sleeping Jun Moyan subconsciously tightened his arms, hugging her even closer.

Wen Xiao’ai smiled and puckered her lips, planting a kiss on Jun Moyan’s chin.

One kiss wasn’t enough, after two, still not enough; she got up and positioned herself on top of the side-lying Jun Moyan, pinning him down and showered his face with kisses.

Jun Moyan, who had barely slept for an hour, furrowed his brows, and then opened his eyes.

When he realized what Wen Xiao’ai was doing, his brows tightened even more, and he instantly became fully awake.

"Xiaoguai, what are you doing?!"

His voice was a bit husky from just waking up, yet it carried an enticing lazy magnetism, and of course, the disconcertment brought about by Wen Xiao’ai’s actions.