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The Demon Lord took a deep breath, eyes narrowing. "What do you plan to do, then? Something tells me you've already decided."
Jun Mo Xie's expression turned savage, like a beast finally unleashing its chains. He didn't even hesitate.
"Beru," He commanded, voice sharp as a whip. "Go. Find Xiao Han and castrate him."
Beru blinked. "C-Castrate, my King?"
Jun Mo Xie's smile was pure malice. "Yes. He dared to harm my Jun Family over a woman? Then let him never enjoy the pleasure of women again. Make it messy. Make it slow. Make sure he remembers exactly why no one touches what's mine."
Beru grinned, all hesitation vanishing like smoke. "With pleasure, my King."
Jun Mo Xie didn't stop there. His gaze flickered to the side, where the shadowy form of an assassin-class shadow soldier lingered, silent and deadly.
"Find the elder surnamed Xiao in the Magnificent Jewel Hall," He ordered. "Kill him. And Bring me his severed head."
The shadows shifted as the assassin nodded once and melted into the darkness, gone as swiftly as it appeared.
But Jun Mo Xie wasn't done. His eyes, glowing like twin stars of malice, locked onto the Demon Lord, who now watched him with a mix of awe and dread.
"Lastly," Jun Mo Xie continued, voice low but thunderous with authority, "You go to the Silver Blizzard City and spread the word. In the name of the Shadow Monarch, declare this to the themā"
He paused, savoring the moment like fine wine, then spoke each word slowly, deliberately, as if etching them into the fabric of reality itself.
"The Xiao Familyā¦ and the entire Silver Blizzard Cityā¦ will drown in their own blood. Their end has been written. Their fate was sealed. And the hand that delivers judgment shall be mine."
The Demon Lord, despite his strength and experience, couldn't help but shiver. This was no longer a man speaking. This was a calamity given form, a devil with nothing left to lose and everything to destroy.
For a moment, he considered intervening, calming Jun Mo Xie down, perhaps talking some sense into him. But then he met those eyesāthose cold, merciless, bloodthirsty eyesāand realized the truth:
Jun Mo Xie was not asking for permission. He was informing the world of its impending doom.
The Demon Lord let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head.
"Well, then," He muttered, stepping back into the shadows. "Hell's gates have opened, and the devil walks once more. Good luck to anyone standing in his way."
As the night deepened, the garden fell silent once more. Only the faint sound of Jun Mo Xie's chilling laughter remained, echoing through the air like a death knell.
On that day, not a single guard dared to look at the third young master directly as they all felt tremendous bone-chilling pressure from him. They all had the same thought: 'If we raise our heads, then we will be dead!'
Everyone who tried to approach him felt like their scalps tingling and body turning into ice sculptures.
Jun Mo Xie closed himself in his room as he calmed down his overwhelming emotions.
The only thing he cared about in his every life was his family, his women, and his friends. He would not tolerate anything that happened to them.
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The Magnificent Jewel Hall stood tall under the moonlight, its grand architecture glowing softly under the silver rays. A place of prestige, a place where the powerful gatheredāyet tonight, it would witness something far more gruesome than the usual political schemes and alliances.
Xiao Han stormed into the hall, his face twisted with rage, his footsteps heavy with unrestrained fury. His pride had been shattered, his arrogance bruised, and his hatred for Jun Mo Xie boiled in his veins like molten lava.
Beside him, Mu Xue Tong followed with a solemn expression, his sharp instincts warning him that things were far from over.
"Uncle!" Xiao Han bellowed as he marched forward. "Where is the elder?! I demand justice! That bastard humiliated me in front of everyone! The Jun Family dares to act against us?! Iā"
But before his tirade could continue, a cold wind howled through the hall.
It was unnatural.
A presenceādark, suffocatingādescended upon them, causing the very air to vibrate with an ominous hum. The torches flickered wildly, as though cowering before an unseen force.
Thud!
A shadow landed before them, rising from the dimly lit corridor like a nightmare made flesh.
Beru's eyes gleamed with amusement, his mandibles clicking in delight as he tilted his head. The towering ant-like warrior stood in his regal stance, his very existence radiating a pressure that felt inhuman.
The mere sight of him sent shivers down the spines of both Xiao Han and Mu Xue Tong.
"Whatā¦ what is this?" Mu Xue Tong's voice wavered as he instinctively stepped back, his body tensing as though preparing for an ambush.
Xiao Han, however, was not as cautious. "Who the hell are you?! Do you have any idea where you are?! This is the Magnificent Jewel Hall!"
He puffed his chest, his bravado swelling to mask his rising fear. "You think you can just barge in hereā"
Beru disappeared. He didn't walk or dash, simply vanished from sight.
A gust of wind followed, carrying the scent of something metallicāsomething ominous.
Xiao Han barely had time to blink before an excruciating, soul-shattering pain erupted from his lower body.
His scream tore through the hall, raw and primalāa sound no man should ever make. His knees buckled as he collapsed onto the floor, his hands clawing desperately at his robes, now drenched in a crimson pool. His vision blurred from the agony, and his breath came in short, ragged gasps.
Mu Xue Tong's eyes widened in horror as he watched the impossible unfold.
It had happened in the blink of an eye.
One moment Xiao Han stood proud, boasting and complaining, and the nextāhe was a broken man, writhing on the cold marble tiles, his face twisted in a grotesque mixture of shock and pain.
Beru stood over him, arms crossed, clicking his mandibles in irritation.
"A bug like you dared to provoke my King?" His voice was dripping with disdain. "Laughable."
Xiao Han's screams continued, his body convulsing, his hands trembling as they tried to grasp what was no longer there.
Mu Xue Tong took a step forward, but Beru's glowing eyes snapped toward him.
Danger!
A simple, unspoken warning.
Mu Xue Tong knew better than to move.
Beru sneered, his gaze returning to Xiao Han, who now resembled a worm squirming in its death throes.
"Consider thisā¦ a warning," Beru said mockingly, crouching down so that his golden eyes bored into Xiao Han's pale, sweat-drenched face. "This time, it's just a light punishment."
Xiao Han whimpered, his voice barely more than a broken whisper. "Y-youā¦ youā¦"
Beru straightened, looking down upon him like one would an insect. "The next timeā¦ you won't have the luxury of screaming."
Then, without another word, his body shimmered and faded, disappearing into the darkness as swiftly as he had arrived.
The hall was left in eerie silence.
Mu Xue Tong's hands trembled as he stared at the broken figure of Xiao Han, who could do nothing but sob helplessly, his dignity, pride, and manhood all reduced to nothing.
In the distance, a cold wind howled through the open halls, as though whispering a prophecy of doom.
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