socalfunplaces Chapter 3296 Lesser Fullness (Auspicious Time Waits for No One)
Chapter 3296 Lesser Fullness (Auspicious Time Waits for No One)
Hu Xiaoman stood on the high platform, letting the strong wind tousle her long hair.
Her eyes were empty and numb, like a puppet that had lost its soul.
But deep within those unfathomable eyes, a purple-gold flame was burning silently.
Zhou Wenlun was very satisfied with the scene of everyone kneeling in submission.
He turned his head and looked at the woman beside him who had finally "submitted," and his possessiveness was greatly satisfied.
His voice remained as gentle as a spring breeze: "Xiaoman, since it's a grand wedding, how can we leave out your family?"
A cruel smile curled at the corner of Zhou Wenlun's lips. He released Hu Xiaoman's hand and clapped his hands elegantly.
"Crack, crack..."
A crisp round of applause echoed through the deathly silence.
Immediately afterwards, the void to the side of the palace distorted.
Four puppets clad in golden armor and expressionless, dragging four figures, emerged from the void.
The moment Hu Xiaoman saw the four figures clearly, her previously lifeless eyes were filled with a surge of turbulent emotions.
Those are... her senior brothers!
Senior Brother Chen Heng, Second Senior Brother Xie Ze, Third Senior Brother Chu Zhaole, and... Fourth Senior Brother Yang Rui.
They were all dressed in festive bright red brocade robes, with large red flowers made of red silk hanging on their chests.
But the bright red color only served to highlight their miserable state at that moment.
Senior Brother Chen Heng's face was ashen, his once tall and upright body was now hunched over, and his arms hung limply at his sides.
Beneath his skin, black lines moved like living creatures, the resentment of countless ghosts gnawing at his flesh.
His eyes were wide open, but unfocused, just a chaotic gray-white.
Second Senior Brother Xie Ze, the man who usually cherished his appearance the most and was the most flamboyant, now had his face covered with hideous scars.
His hair was dry and yellow like straw, and it was casually tied back.
Those once smiling peach blossom eyes are now just dull and empty.
Third Senior Brother Chu Zhaole was born with a sword-like spirit, unyielding and inflexible.
But now, his limbs are twisted in a strange way, clearly indicating that his bones have been broken inch by inch.
He was held in the golden-armored puppet's hand like a lump of mud, unable to even stand up.
Yang Rui suffered the most.
His cultivation level was the lowest, and he suffered the most torment.
A large section of his chest had caved in, and black blood was still oozing from the corner of his mouth.
His legs were completely useless, and he was dragged on the ground like a dead dog by the golden-armored puppet, leaving a long trail of blood behind him.
"hiss--"
The cultivators below, even in their extreme fear, couldn't help but gasp at the sight.
"Those...those are the geniuses from the Kunlun Sect?"
"My God, how could I have been tortured like this?"
"This isn't just inviting guests, it's clearly..."
This is a case of making an example of someone to scare others!
This is blatant humiliation!
This time, King Chu Zhiyu of the Hu Kingdom was also prostrate on the ground.
When he saw his elder brother, Chu Zhaole, being tormented by the forces of Heaven, he clenched his fists tightly.
If he could, he would have loved to rush up and take his weapon back!
But he knew he couldn't!
Once he makes a move, Heaven will surely annihilate all the people of their Hu Kingdom.
Chu Zhiyu could only gasp for breath to alleviate the shock and pain in her heart.
Hu Xiaoman's hands, hidden in her sleeves, clenched tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, blood dripping from between her fingers, staining her already blood-stained wedding dress.
The Heavenly Demonic Root within his body seemed to sense its master's anger and began to tremble wildly.
A violent killing intent surged through her chest, threatening to overwhelm her reason.
kill him!
kill him!
Tear this beast to pieces!
Hu Xiaoman's heart was filled with arrogance.
"How is it, Xiaoman?"
Zhou Wenlun seemed to enjoy Hu Xiaoman's expression at that moment.
He walked up to Chen Heng and, as if admiring a masterpiece, reached out to straighten Chen Heng's crooked collar.
"In order to allow them to attend our wedding with dignity, I specially used a secret technique to seal the injuries in their bodies and even changed them into new clothes."
"Look how well-behaved they are now."
"Just like... a real marionette."
As he spoke, he lightly hooked his finger.
Under the control of some strange force, Chen Heng, Xie Ze, and Chu Zhaole stiffly raised their heads and forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace at Hu Xiaoman.
That smile was twisted and stiff, filled with despair and death.
He originally intended to turn these four people into puppets.
However, these four people were naturally proud, and after two full days, they still hadn't become obedient puppets.
Therefore, he had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure!
"Crack!"
Hu Xiaoman heard the sound of her own sanity breaking down.
She looked at her former senior brothers who had cared for her, loved her, and protected her, now reduced to this inhuman, ghostly state, and were being publicly humiliated by Zhou Wenlun.
Her heart was bleeding.
Her soul is burning.
Zhou Wenlun, you deserve to die!
Damn it!
Just before Hu Xiaoman was about to lose her temper, she saw Yang Rui.
Although Yang Rui was being dragged on the ground and his eyes were unfocused, he held one hand tightly to his chest.
There, there were two faint, almost invisible lights.
Xiao Huang!
Little Purple!
Hu Xiaoman's pupils suddenly contracted, and her nose stung with tears!
Reason returned like a tide at this moment.
Don't be impulsive.
Now is not the time.
His senior brothers are still in his hands, and so are Little Yellow and Little Purple.
If we take action now, not only will we fail to save them, but we will also cause them to be instantly annihilated.
Tolerate!
Must endure!
Hu Xiaoman took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the surging demonic energy within her body.
She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the murderous intent in them had completely vanished, leaving only a bottomless, icy pool.
Her smile was icy cold: "Thank you for the gift!"
"I'm so happy!"
Zhou Wenlun still had a gentle smile on his lips: "Xiaoman, as long as you're happy!"
"This proves that my efforts were not in vain!"
"I will prepare many more surprises like this for you in the future."
Hu Xiaoman nodded obediently!
The white jade steps leading to the altar have a total of ninety-nine steps.
Each step is covered with intricate celestial runes.
Zhou Wenlun took Hu Xiaoman's hand and stepped onto the first step.
However, at that moment, Hu Xiaoman suddenly stopped.
Her feet seemed rooted to the spot, and no matter how hard Zhou Wenlun tried, they wouldn't budge.
"What's wrong, Xiaoman?"
Zhou Wenlun turned around, his smile fading slightly, a hint of displeasure in his eyes.
"Auspicious times wait for no one."
Hu Xiaoman didn't look at him, but instead turned her gaze to Yang Rui, who had been left aside.
"Give me back Little Yellow and Little Purple."
Her voice was cold and soft, yet it carried a firmness.