Bab 48: Bad Nephews Will Nuke Your Purse

Chilling snapping sounds rang across the maze block as Rong Suishan's skull cracked under the might of Xinzi's fist. Blasted upon impact, the outer court's prime disciple flew out—barrelling into a molten wall that welcomed him with scalding heat. With one punch, Xinzi broke half of Rong Suishan's face and seared the other half. His teeth fell, his limbs refused to obey, his throat lacked the strength to wail, and Xinzi appeared beside him.

"Rong Suishan, there is no sentiment I can relate to more than wanting to retaliate against deluded freaks hell-bent on controlling every aspect of your existence. However, it is one thing to understand—another to tolerate. Since you had the mind to threaten me with a Life Extinguishing pill, you have to be ready...to pay the matching price." In Rong Suishan's ears, Xinzi's voice had become the vector of death incarnate.