"You… you are..."
Pa!
A slap sent the words 'Xu Yang' back down his throat.
Zheng Ming, as if numb, didn't even feel the pain. He stared at Xu Yang in disbelief.
He's Xu Yang?
How could he have Innate strength?
What the hell is going on?
Countless doubts tormented him almost to madness.
"If you dare kill me, you won't live either." Zheng Ming threatened angrily.
Xu Yang sneered, "This is the Life and Death Martial Arena!"
"You were the one who delivered yourself to my door."
Zheng Ming felt as if he'd been struck by lightning!
Memories surged.
It was he who had forcibly taken today's Life and Death match slot!
He was the one who had come seeking death!
A tidal wave of fear crashed into his heart.
"No! You can't kill me!"
"I am a prince of the Royal Palace!"
"Mother, save me! Mother!"
Zheng Ming screamed for help like a lunatic, voice twisted with despair.
He crawled on the ground, scrambling desperately with hands and feet.
Not a trace of hope left!
At this moment, how could he care why Xu Yang was still so strong after his spiritual bone was dug out?
He only knew how many years he'd tormented and humiliated Xu Yang, stole his spiritual bone!
An unending hatred!
In all of Beixuan City, the one who hated and dared to kill him most—was Xu Yang!
He really would kill me!
The sixth young master of the once-prestigious Royal Mansion, now looked like a beggar in the gutter.
Over ten thousand people stared blankly, minds wiped clean, as if in a dream.
At this, even Su Yun's anxious heart finally settled down.
At this point, even if Zheng Ming sprouted wings he'd have no chance of turning things around.
He's dead for sure!
By the terms of the wager, as long as the arena takes the treasure, she doesn't have to be gambled away!
"He really created a miracle!" Su Yun gazed at Xu Yang, her beautiful eyes sparking with indescribable light, and almost wanted to rush down, tear off that mask, and see what kind of face was underneath.
Bang!
Zheng Ming's howls became hoarse with pain.
A foot stomped down hard on him, so hard his hands were scraped bloody but he couldn't move.
"Remember? How you stepped on me."
Xu Yang's face was twisted, his gaze filled with murderous malice.
Everything he delivered to Zheng Ming today, he had once endured himself.
Endless humiliation!
Treated less than a dog!
But today, it was someone else's turn!
"I said I would repay you a hundredfold!"
Bang!
Bang!
A kick after another—utter madness.
Zheng Ming coughed up blood, a pitiful sight, and by the end was barely clinging to life, unable to even moan.
"Shura, stop at once!"
The Fourth Madam's face was twisted with rage, howling madly: "I am from the Chen Clan of Zhongzhou, the wife of the Royal House! If you dare kill my son, I'll make sure you neither live nor die!"
"I'll dig out your eyes, break all your limbs, and make you suffer for life."
Xu Yang looked up at the crazed Fourth Madam, a vicious smirk on his face.
"Threatening me?"
Crack!
He stomped down and broke Zheng Ming's arm.
Crack!
Another stomp broke a leg.
All Zheng Ming could do was twitch, twitch endlessly.
Xu Yang answered the threats with blood-soaked action!
Watching the Fourth Madam's hysteria and grief, he felt a rush of unprecedented satisfaction inside.
Sixteen years of accumulated humiliation—all vented in this instant!
The Fourth Madam's body swayed, a stream of blood spurting from her mouth.
"Aaaahhhhhhh!!!!"
She went mad.
"Kill, kill them all!"
"Wang Feng, kill everyone here, now!"
Boom!
The Royal Palace's guards and Wang Feng charged wildly inside.
If Zheng Ming died here, they couldn't escape blame!
But the Life and Death Martial Arena wasn't just for show. For this fight, every guard and expert on duty had been summoned out.
In the chaos, the Royal Palace guards and Wang Feng's men were firmly blocked.
Xu Yang grinned, lifted Zheng Ming by the collar and hoisted him up fiercely.
By now, Zheng Ming was barely hanging on, barely alive.
"If you kill me, my father will never spare you," Zheng Ming squeezed out with great difficulty.
"Beg me!" Xu Yang grinned widely.
"I'm begging you...spare me," Zheng Ming bit his lip, enduring boundless humiliation.
Him, Zheng Ming, when had he ever suffered such disgrace?
But before death, a primal will to survive erased all pride.
"Humiliation? Can you feel it?"
"You worthless trash, what makes you think you can beg me?" Xu Yang sneered, face mocking.
Zheng Ming was stupefied!
These words—normally, he would be the one to say them.
The tables had turned—now it was his turn to kneel like a dog and listen!
Zheng Ming's eyes burned with grief and rage, "You're toying with me?"
"So what if I am?"
Thud!
In Zheng Ming's eyes—full of despair and hatred—Xu Yang thrust his hand hard into Zheng Ming's chest, twisted around, and found a bone.
Bang!
With flesh and blood clinging, he yanked out the spiritual bone fiercely.
"What belongs to me, I will take back with my own hands!"
Xu Yang gripped Zheng Ming's throat, forcing his eyes wide open, not letting him miss a thing.
Then, bit by bit, he chewed the spirit bone to powder and swallowed it down.
He no longer needed the spirit bone.
But the power within was still astonishing.
Boom!
Xu Yang mobilized all his power to envelop the fragments, rapidly refining them.
His aura skyrocketed, visible to the naked eye.
Zheng Ming's mouth hung agape—as if he wanted to curse, but only blood streamed out. The life faded rapidly from his eyes.
In that moment, infinite regret seized him!
Regret filled the tens of thousands outside the arena too. The instant Zheng Ming died, everything felt unreal. No one could accept it. Nor could they accept being ruined completely by this loss.
Almost all slumped into their seats in unison, speechless.
Xu Yang casually tossed away Zheng Ming, narrowed his eyes, stretched his arms out wide, and relished the surge of power inside, a look of joy on his face: "I'm about to break through."
"Ming'Er!"
Seeing the gaping hole in Zheng Ming's chest, the Fourth Madam let out a heartbreaking scream, taking advantage of the chaos to rush onstage.
Su Yun's face changed: "Damn it! Useless bunch!"
"Stop her, quick!"
But there were just too many people.
Everyone was terrified out of their minds, shoving and pushing, making the whole area congested and chaotic.
Even the guards of the martial arena couldn't break free.
The Fourth Madam charged at Xu Yang, bloody tears streaming from her eyes, killing intent overwhelming.
"You bastard, die for my son!"
The might of Late Stage of Innate burst forth in an instant.
The Fourth Madam—Late Stage of Innate.
Xu Yang sensed her killing intent, whipped around suddenly.
"Mr. Su, someone broke into the Inferno Life and Death Arena. Can I kill her?"
Su Yun trembled all over.
What does he want to do?
The Fourth Madam is Late Stage of Innate.
Though amazed, Su Yun still reflexively answered: "Permitted!"