Do You Want To Take Revenge With Your Own Hands?

Horn didn't bother sparing Xia Qingying another glance. Thinking back, he realized that even as a child, there had always been a hint of mockery in her eyes whenever she was around him. Back then, he didn't notice it and had naively called her "Sister Qingying." Now, the mere thought of her disgusted him.

He had no interest in such a self-righteous woman.

When Horn failed to respond, Xia Qingying's eyes flashed with irritation, and her brow furrowed. She had been doted on since childhood—no one had ever dared to ignore her like this.

"Horn, are you trying to get my attention?" she taunted, her voice dripping with contempt. "What you're doing is foolish. I wonder if you'll come begging for help when you're desperate. Let's see if you can maintain your stubborn pride then."

She transmitted these thoughts directly into Horn's mind, her distaste for him growing with every word. But Horn didn't waste even a second entertaining her. She wasn't worth the effort.

Seeing Horn's indifference, Xia Qingying's frown deepened.

Meanwhile, Horne's attention was fixed on Su Ming, who lay in the Thorned Soul Coffin like a specter. Rage twisted Horne's face, and his dry palms clenched into fists. But something was off. Many of the Su family members who had been staring at the coffin began to grow agitated, a bloodthirsty madness swelling in their hearts.

"Stop looking at the coffin!" Horne barked.

His sharp command jolted the Su family members from their near-manic state, and they quickly averted their eyes, fear lingering in their expressions.

"It seems the Jiang family is courting death," Horne spat. "What do you see in this worthless trash that you would break ties with our Su family over him? Old Jiang, mark my words—you'll regret this soon enough."

Horne glared at Mr. Jiang, convinced that the elder was behind the eerie power of the coffin. He couldn't fathom Horn possessing such abilities and was certain only Mr. Jiang could wield such dark forces.

"Old man Su," Mr. Jiang responded icily, "the world is full of uncertainties. It's too soon to declare victory."

Su Yan, still reeling from rage, turned his gaze back toward the coffin. His aura flared, radiating power at the peak of the Creation Realm. He lunged toward the coffin, determined to break the chains binding his son, Su Ming. He couldn't let anything happen to him.

But the chains were crafted from materials far beyond the strength of a mere creation-level monk. Seeing his struggle, Su Xiao moved to help.

Just then, Horn's thoughts guided the chains to tighten around Su Ming, pulling him deeper into the coffin.

Su Yan paused, ready to lift his son from the cursed vessel, but in a sudden frenzy, Su Ming leapt from the coffin like a rabid beast. He grabbed Su Yan and sank his teeth into his neck, ripping flesh with savage force. Su Ming's eyes were blood-red, wild like those of a feral creature.

Su Yan, taken off guard, screamed in agony as chunks of his neck were torn away. "Ahhh!"

Horne acted swiftly, knocking Su Ming unconscious with a single blow. Su Yan, clutching his bleeding neck, grit his teeth so hard he nearly broke them.

Just as Su Yan was about to lash out at the Jiang family, Horne's expression darkened. "Su Yan, close your eyes and focus inward. Now."

He placed his hand on Su Yan, his brows furrowing as strange black lines began to appear on his son's face. These dark markings spread quickly, covering Su Yan's entire body.

Initially, Su Yan felt nothing amiss. But soon, the black lines spread deeper, and he felt his internal organs slowly decaying. The agony was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and his body convulsed in response.

Horne tried to channel his energy to assist Su Yan, but as soon as his power entered Su Yan's body, the cursed black lines surged toward his palm. Realizing the danger, Horne recoiled, pulling his hand away. His face twisted in disgust.

Su Yan desperately tried to halt the decay with his own cultivation techniques, but it was useless.

"Dad, help me! I don't want to die!" Su Yan pleaded, all thoughts of anger and pride washed away by his desperation.

At the current rate of decay, Su Yan had only two hours left to live, and those two hours would be filled with unimaginable pain. The curse from the Thorned Soul Coffin was spreading through him, threatening to turn him into a vessel of death.

Horn had neglected to mention this particular curse, which now enveloped Su Yan.

While Su Yan writhed in agony, Horn had already transmitted a message to Mr. Jiang and the others.

Jiang Feng swallowed hard, his face pale. Su Yan was a mighty warrior at the pinnacle of the Creation Realm, and yet, before Horn had even fully engaged, Su Yan was already falling apart.

"Brother-in-law is truly terrifying," Jiang Feng thought in awe.

Horne, his aura surging with power, growled, "Old man Jiang, I suggest you help Su Yan rid himself of this curse—immediately. Or I'll see to it that every last member of your Jiang family perishes."

In his mind, Horne still blamed Mr. Jiang for the curse and didn't even acknowledge Horn's role in what had happened.

Just then, a figure descended from the sky, landing with an imposing presence. It was Guo Chengping, vice president of the Imperial Capital Formation Masters Association.

"What's going on here, Mr. Su?" Guo Chengping asked as he surveyed the scene.

Su Wu, recognizing the famous master from the news, immediately rushed over and bowed respectfully. "Master, your disciple greets you!"

Guo Chengping helped him up. "Good disciple. The Su family's true dragon is indeed extraordinary."

Beaming with pride at his master's praise, Su Wu glanced at Horn, his eyes full of disdain.

Guo Chengping listened to Horne's explanation of the events and turned his attention to Su Yan. "Mr. Su, the black lines on Su Yan's body are linked to a formation. I'll attempt to break it, but first, we need to deal with the immediate danger."

With a chilling gaze, Guo Chengping looked toward Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao. "It seems you two didn't heed my warning. I told you, if you dared step into Su territory, you'd meet your end here."

Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao stiffened, dread and frustration etched into their faces. Guo Chengping unleashed his formidable aura, nearing the early stages of the Heavenly Star Realm.

Horn then turned to Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao, his voice cold, "Do you want revenge? Then take it with your own hands."