Heavens' Laughter

So badly, did Mei Xue want to smack this dumb man!

After all, this was no ordinary young man standing before them, but a future powerhouse!

To provoke him now, to push him away, would be nothing short of a catastrophe.

The opportunity to align with someone of this young man's caliber was a rare one, and the thought of losing it over a moment of misplaced pride was a risk…

But it seems Tian Hao didn't care…

As the silence prolonged…

Suddenly…

Without warning…

"I want you to die…" Feng Shen's hand shot forward at lightning speed, having taken out his black fan.

However, in the blink of an eye, his arm was suddenly snapped backward with brutal force, the sound of cracking bones echoing through the air.

A low chuckle escaped Feng Shen's lips as he looked down at his arm, now bent at an unnatural angle.

His black fan had fallen, forgotten for the moment.

Feng Shen's golden eyes gleamed with amusement. "Interesting…"

"Are you insane, boy!?" Tian Hao barked, his voice full of fury as he stepped forward, his eyes blazing with anger:

"I am realms above you! I could see such a strike in slow motion!"

Tian Hao's patience had completely evaporated, and now, he was no longer holding back.

The audacity of this young man to strike at him, despite knowing the gap…

However, without a second thought, Feng Shen threw his leg out, only for his leg to snap in the opposite direction with a sickening crack.@@novelbin@@

The bones shattered.

Feng Shen erupted in loud, almost manic laughter. He continued to hop on his one good leg, the other dangling uselessly:

"I want you to die! I want you to die! I I want you to die! I I want you to die! I I want you to die! I I want you to die! I I want you to die!!!!"

As Feng Shen repeated those words over and over, his mind unraveling with each frantic utterance, a surge of bloodlust consumed him.

The words of the instructor resounded in his ears—"a walking dead man."

Anger flared within Feng Shen, and everything around him blurred as his vision became tinted with crimson.

His gaze fixed on the instructor, burning with an intensity that felt like it could set the cultivation world ablaze.

"Second Young Master! Are you okay?!" Yùn Yì asked urgently, her voice laced with concern.

To her, she hadn't heard the maddening words he had muttered or sensed the bloodlust creeping through him.

All Yùn Yì saw was a well-meaning young man—someone who simply sought the respect he deserved.

Cai Xiu, however, took a cautious step back, her instincts kicking in. She knew all too well how volatile her Master's temper could be.

The fury that brewed within him was a force of nature, and she had witnessed his wrath firsthand—when it erupted, it left nothing but devastation in its wake.

The memory of the bloodshed her Master had caused before. She knew better than to underestimate the storm that was about to break.

On the other hand, the Trial Overseer and the other instructors looked upon their peer with a mix of shock and dismay.

They wanted to reprimand him…

However…

Feng Shen, ignoring his personal servant, began to channel his qi.

He could feel the energy surge within him.

With intense focus, Feng Shen drew the power into his throat, the pressure of it building.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Han Zuìqing shouted in disbelief, his eyes widening as he realized the impending disaster.

Without hesitation, he reached for his alcohol bottle, his hands moving with the speed of lightning.

In a split second, Han Zuìqing uncorked it and poured its contents onto the cloud.

The liquid shimmered as it spread, and before anyone could react, a glowing circle formed, its energy pulsating with intensity.

It was then… Han Zuìqing activated the circle, and in an instant, the violent chaos that was about to unfold was sucked into the vortex.

The young man and his peer vanished in a flash, their forms dissolving into the swirling energy, disappearing from sight as if they had never been there at all.

Han Zuìqing let out a long, shaky sigh of relief. He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, muttering to himself in a low, rasping voice:

"Shit… That was close… Too close…"

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BOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!

Feng Shen, having unleashed his Dragon's Roar, suddenly found himself in the midst of a vast pond that reached up to his kneecaps.

The surrounding air crackled with the remnants of energy as whatever had been before him erupted in a violent explosion, sending ripples across the water's surface.

Tian Hao, standing on the opposite side of the pond, let out a frustrated sigh, his shoulders slumping in annoyance.

He closed his eyes as he took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, knowing he had acted impulsively. The words he had uttered in the heat of the moment had brought them to this point—he should have kept his tongue in check:

"Listen… I apologi—"

Before Tian Hao could finish his thoughts, an unsettling shift in the air made his senses spike.

He felt the rush of an oncoming force, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.

As Tian Hao reopened his eyes, the world seemed to slow for a heartbeat, and there it was—the Dragon's Roar, crashing toward him like an unstoppable wave of power:

"Such a pain in the ass…"

BOOOOOOOOMM!!!!

Tian Hao flicked his fingers, and in an instant, he found himself soaring through the air, perched atop a sword that floated effortlessly beneath him.

He glanced down just in time to see the Dragon's Roar slam into the spot where he had been standing moments before.

The explosion rocked the pond with a deafening force, sending shockwaves rippling through the water below, leaving a massive crater in its wake.

Feng Shen's eyes snapped upward:

"I want you to die! I want you to die! I I want you to die! I I want you to die! I I want you to die! I I want you to die! I I want you to die!!!!"