Tower

Feng Shen stopped in place and his golden eyes darkened:

'Should I kill them all now? Should I let the blood of the innocent stain the earth, a river of crimson that flows across their lands? Make them all beg for mercy—begging for a release that will never come?'

Feng Shen's thoughts spiraled even more:

'Should I watch as they scream in agony, their bodies twisted and broken, their wills shattered like fragile glass beneath my heel?'

Feng Shen began laughing aloud.

'I could paint the entire Upper Realm red, drowning them in suffering, flooding every corner with the stench of despair. Each drop of blood, each tear, each sob… I could make them writhe in pain until their cries echo in the heavens!'

As that was happening…

"Why is the Second Young Master just standing still?" Yùn Yì asked, her voice filled with confusion as she turned to the woman sitting next to her.