Evaporation

Horn narrowed his eyes slightly, his cold gaze fixed on Poison Dragon.

Years ago, Du Long had sought to ingratiate himself with Horn's brother-in-law's family. During those times, he had subjected Horn to cruel torture, taking more blood than necessary and leaving Horn bedridden for days. He would deliberately pierce Horn's flesh repeatedly with a blood-drawing syringe.

When Horn was just five years old, his immortal bones were extracted by his uncle's family. Even as a child, Du Long subjected him to further cruelty, such as throwing Horn into a cold well, pulling him out only when he was on the verge of drowning, much to Su Wu's amusement.

Now, facing Horn, Poison Dragon felt a chill, as though death itself were looming. Yet he quickly dismissed the thought, convinced that Horn—a discarded son with no future—could not threaten him.

"Trash," Poison Dragon sneered, "I endured the ruthlessness of the big family to torment you back then. There was no grudge between us before, but now that we're here, we can laugh off our differences. Just don't ever offend my brother!"

Poison Dragon's resentment was palpable. Cheng Zhi's future had been ruined because of Horn, and Poison Dragon was determined to make Horn pay.

An aura of power radiated from Poison Dragon, turning the bricks around them to dust. Cheng Zhi taunted, "My brother is in the early stage of the Sea Transformation Realm. Even Xu Hu and Nie Jiuxuan wouldn't stand a chance against him. Scared yet? Come lick the soles of my shoes, and I might let you off."

Liu Na jeered, "You're just an abandoned son of the Tianhai Su family. Even your parents despise you. How do you still have the courage to live?"

Horn's smile was cold and shallow, a stark contrast to the pain Liu Na's words touched upon. His parents had always been a source of unspoken agony. Liu Na had touched a nerve.

Poison Dragon advanced with a confident stride, but his phone rang. Checking the caller ID, Cheng Zhi answered on speaker.

A deep voice came through: "Cheng Zhi, because you helped me with the elixir, I'm warning you—don't underestimate Horn. His cultivation is definitely in the Innate Realm. He stepped onto the seventh floor of the Immortal Tower today, which indicates his future potential is boundless. Don't say I didn't warn you."

This message, from someone who had witnessed Horn's abilities firsthand, made Poison Dragon pause.

"Innate Realm? Talent of an immortal? Looks like you're making a comeback," Poison Dragon muttered. "But you're still destined to fail."

He dismissed Horn's potential, considering the Sea Transformation Realm far superior.

Liu Na and the others quickly recovered their bravado, taunting Horn. "Innate Realm? So what? You're nothing compared to Brother Poison Dragon. What immortality are you talking about? It's laughable."

Cheng Zhi urged, "Brother, destroy his Dantian first! I want to see him lying helplessly!"

Poison Dragon's confidence was unwavering as he advanced. At three meters from Horn, he accelerated, leaving afterimages of himself and causing the ground to erupt under his momentum.

Horn, unfazed, extended his right hand. Poison Dragon walked right into it, his throat caught effortlessly.

Horn's voice was icy. "When you tortured me as a child, did you feel honored? Do you know the pain I endured every time you drained my blood?"

Poison Dragon, now completely restrained, was filled with fear and disbelief. Despite being in the Sea Transformation Realm, he was powerless against Horn.

Cheng Zhi and Liu Na, previously jubilant, watched in horror as Poison Dragon was easily overpowered. Their faces turned pale as they witnessed the once-feared Poison Dragon rendered helpless.

Horn showed no mercy. He flicked his wrist, sending Poison Dragon into the air. One by one, Poison Dragon's limbs and body exploded in a gruesome display of power.

Screams and pleas for mercy filled the air, but Horn remained unmoved.

As Poison Dragon's body disintegrated into blood droplets, Horn's fingers moved with purpose. The temperature in the air rose rapidly, evaporating the blood at an astonishing rate. Soon, only the faint smell of blood remained.