Come Here

Lin Zixuan held her breath, her eyes fixed in disbelief on Horn.

Had Horn truly defeated Yan Chuan, a formidable opponent at the half-step Sky Control Realm, all by himself?

No—it wasn't merely a victory; it was a crushing defeat. Horn had easily overwhelmed Yan Chuan, who had been so confident of his success.

Lin Zixuan's curiosity about Horn deepened, her sense of intrigue growing stronger.

"No, this can't be happening!" Sun Mei cried out, her voice filled with rage and disbelief. "How could you defeat Mr. Yan? You're just an abandoned son of the Tianhai Su family, a mere insect everyone can trample!"

"You have no right to surpass us! You should be living in a stinking ditch forever!"

In a fit of uncontrolled emotion, Sun Mei roared like a wild beast.

Horn looked at Sun Mei with indifference. "Your entire family will join you on the path to hell."

"Oh, and I forgot to mention something."

"Your father and the others were all killed by me. They're waiting for you in hell."

Upon hearing this, Sun Mei's body surged with fury, and she charged at Horn with all her might. "Trash, you truly deserve to die!"

Horn remained calm. He waved his arm, and a pen lifted off the ground, flying toward Sun Mei at breakneck speed.

The sound of the pen slicing through the air was harsh and piercing.

Sun Mei, suddenly jolted into clarity by the approaching pen, tried to dodge, but she was a step too late.

The pen's tip drove into her forehead with a sickening sound. The impact hurled her backwards, and she was pinned to the wall, her head pierced through. Her eyes were wide with an unending fear, and her face was frozen in terror.

Zhang Wenxiong watched in horror as his wife was killed. His fear was palpable; he shook uncontrollably, the thought of revenge forgotten. All he wanted now was to survive.

"Master Su, please spare my life. I'm willing to be your dog from now on!"

Zhang Wenxiong dropped to his knees before Horn, his face pale and drenched in cold sweat.

"Do you think you're worthy to be my dog?" Horn said calmly, then slapped Zhang Wenxiong into the air.

With a muffled thud, Zhang Wenxiong's head exploded, leaving his headless body still kneeling, facing Horn.

As Sun Mei and Zhang Wenxiong fell, the smell of blood intensified.

Yan Jie, on the ground, was soaked with fear and panic.

In a hoarse voice, Yan Chuan said, "Horn, we admit defeat this time!"

"As long as you let us leave, we'll forget all grudges."

Horn's playful expression did not change. Yan Chuan continued, "Once we leave this place, I'll contact the Immortal Martial Academy and ensure you're placed on our kill list. I can only revoke this if you let me go."

"Otherwise, you'll soon find yourself hunted by our academy."

"Being on the kill list means you're a target for everyone in the imperial capital. Even if you're strong in the early stage of the Sky Control Realm, you won't stand a chance against us."

Yan Chuan guessed Horn's cultivation was at the early stage of the Sky Control Realm, noting the difference from the half-step Sky Control Realm he had forcefully attained.

"You have quite a few last words," Horn said calmly. "Are you finished now?"

Seeing Horn's determination, Yan Chuan grew desperate. "Horn, it was Yan Jie who caused trouble for you from the start."

"I sever ties with him now. Torture him as you wish. I swear I'll never seek revenge."

To save himself, Yan Chuan abandoned his own family.

Yan Jie, dumbfounded, struggled. He had only wanted to teach Horn a lesson to please Qin Tiance, a genius of the Immortal Martial Academy who was soon to be engaged to Song Ruoyan. He hadn't realized Horn was Song Ruoyan's former fiancé.

"Horn, if you kill me, Master Qin will never let you go."

"When beating a dog, you consider the owner! The Qin family is not someone you can afford to offend. Do you really want to face their wrath?"

Yan Jie roared, trying to control his fear.

Horn was already aware that his unique purple pupils had been taken and given to Qin Tiance by his uncle's family. Even if Qin Tiance did not provoke him, Horn would eventually go to the imperial capital to reclaim what was rightfully his. No one could forcibly take Horn's possessions.

Horn stepped on Yan Chuan's chest with force.

Click, click, click—

The sound of breaking bones echoed. Yan Chuan screamed as his internal organs shattered, blood pouring from his mouth, his eyes wide with agony.

Horn approached Yan Jie slowly. "Who is Qin Tiance? What does the Qin family mean to me?"

"If I, Horn, want them alive, they'll live. If I want them dead, there's no chance for them."

He looked down at Yan Jie. "Are you honored to be Qin Tiance's dog?"

"Perhaps you're born to be lowly. Some people find pride in being a dog."

With that, Horn kicked Yan Jie in the stomach. The immense force caused Yan Jie's stomach to explode, blood spilling everywhere.

Horn stretched and muttered, "These pests are really annoying."

He then turned to Lin Zixuan. "Dean Lin, would you like me to help you with your fairy body next? Perhaps make you a real woman."

Lin Zixuan was still in shock from the events. When she heard Horn's words, she was initially confused.

Once she processed it, her eyes flashed with cold light. "You dare! You insolent disciple!"

Horn casually took the Sleeping Immortal Talisman from Lin Zixuan's shoulder. "Dean Lin, I was just joking."

"Do you think I really like you?"

Lin Zixuan's anger intensified. "You dare to mock me, you insolent disciple!"

Horn glanced at Lin Zixuan, whose chest heaved with anger. "I saved you, and this is how you treat your savior?"

Lin Zixuan composed herself, adjusting her purple dress to reveal her slender, white thighs.

"Horn, come here. Maybe I'll consider your help after all."

She bit her lip, a gesture that would make most men lose control.