Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

Chapter 3292 Lesser Fullness (Fulfilling Your Fulfillment)

"you dare!"

Yang Rui's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He suddenly leaped out of the black water and recklessly ignited his divine soul.

A faint white light burst forth from his fingertips.

Zhou Wenlun didn't even turn his head; he simply waved his hand casually.

"boom!"

Yang Rui crashed heavily against the stone wall like a kite with a broken string, then fell at Chen Heng's feet, splashing up a large patch of stagnant water.

"Brother Yang Rui!"

Hua Nian cried out and tried to crawl over, but was directly enveloped by the black mist that flew towards her.

"Don't worry, come one by one."

Zhou Wenlun spoke softly.

With a slight movement of his fingers, the black mist transformed into several long, jet-black snakes, which burrowed into the seven orifices of Chen Heng, Xie Ze, and Chu Zhaole respectively.

"Um... ah..."

The three unconscious individuals simultaneously let out muffled cries of pain.

Beneath their skin, countless black lines spread wildly, as if they were living creatures.

The golden aura of heavenly power withered rapidly under the erosion of these black patterns.

Zhou Wenlun watched this scene quietly, his eyes filled with anticipation and excitement, and the smile on his lips unconsciously widened.

"What a perfect work of art."

He sighed and turned to look at Yang Rui, who had gotten up from the ground again.

"Fourth Senior Brother, don't look at me like that."

"You should feel honored, because you will witness the birth of a new era."

"An era ruled by the true self, an era that is eternal and indestructible."

"What I desire has never been just the Extreme Pan Shi Kong, but also Man Zhou, Dong Zhou, and many, many more..."

"I will become the ruler of chaos!"

"Hahaha……"

Yang Rui clenched his fists tightly.

"wishful thinking!"

Looking at his senior brothers' pained and contorted faces, and at Hua Nian's struggling figure in the black mist, Yang Rui's defenses were crumbling little by little.

Just then, the figure on the stone wall that had been motionless for so long suddenly moved slightly.

That's Xie Ze.

The moment the resentment of countless ghosts entered his body, the excruciating pain that tore his soul apart actually broke through the seal of the Soul-Devouring Nail, waking him from a deep coma.

"Cough...cough..."

Xie Ze suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily.

With each breath, thick black smoke billowed from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his once clear pupils now appeared cloudy and crazed.

"Oh, Second Brother is awake?"

Zhou Wenlun raised an eyebrow, his tone tinged with amusement.

"It seems you're reacting strongly to this 'appetizer'."

"How about it? Isn't the feeling of having your soul devoured by ten thousand ghosts much more exciting than all your romantic fantasies?"

Xie Ze ignored Zhou Wenlun and turned his neck with difficulty, his gaze falling on Yang Rui below.

When Xie Ze saw Yang Rui's miserable appearance, he actually managed to force an extremely ugly smile onto his face, which was covered in dark lines.

"Fourth...Fourth Junior Brother..."

His voice was so weak it was almost inaudible, and with each word he spoke, a hissing sound came from his throat.

Yang Rui was stunned. He raised his head with trembling hands and met Xie Ze's gaze.

"Second Senior Brother...you're awake? How are you feeling?"

Xie Ze coughed up another mouthful of black blood. He looked at his tattered clothes and then at his crippled hand.

"Uh...it's really...really ugly."

He actually blurted out that sentence at this moment.

"I, Xie Ze... a man of great romance... have come to this... and now I've become this wretched sight."

"Yang Rui...you little rascal...are you secretly laughing?"

Yang Rui's tears welled up instantly.

This is his second senior brother.

Even if you're in hell, even if your soul is destroyed, you still have to maintain that damn, annoying "show-off" attitude.

"Cough cough cough... Laugh... I'll laugh at your head!"

"Look at you now... your hair is a complete mess, and your face is covered in dark spots... If you go back to Kunlun Sect now, those junior sisters who have a crush on you will probably be scared to death!"

Xie Ze chuckled, which aggravated his wound, causing him to wince in pain.

"Scared to death... It's good that I'm scared to death... It saves them from... bothering me every day..."

"Fourth, Fourth Junior Brother..."

He cried out intermittently amidst the excruciating pain.

"You...you always say...you're going to die, you're going to die, but now...you're really going to die...are you reluctant to die?"

Yang Rui leaned against the stone wall, looking at Xie Ze's face contorted with pain, and the courage that had been suppressed by fear in his heart was revived once again.

"Who...who wouldn't want to die!"

Yang Rui straightened his chest, even though most of his sternum was broken.

"I just... can't bear to part with my junior sister! I haven't even seen... you, you show-off, get beaten to a pulp by that madman!"

The two brothers exchanged a smile at that moment.

That smile, in this cold and desolate dungeon, surprisingly exuded a chilling sense of boldness.

Seeing this scene before him, Zhou Wenlun felt his anger burning fiercely, as if fuel had been poured on him.

This bond between fellow disciples, this camaraderie that transcends life and death, is something that a selfish person like him, who will stop at nothing for power, can never understand or control.

At this moment, Xie Ze looked at Zhou Wenlun with a chilling and contemptuous look in his eyes.

"Hey Zhou... your skills... aren't up to par."

"This resentment... it's just a tickle... you think you can control me?"

"You can practice for another... eight hundred years!"

Zhou Wenlun's face finally darkened.

What he hated most were people who, despite being prisoners, still dared to maintain their pride in front of him.

"Xie Ze, how much longer do you think you can hold out?"

Zhou Wenlun snorted coldly and clenched his fists tightly.

"Buzz!"

The Soul-Devouring Nail, embedded in Xie Ze's collarbone, began to spin violently once more, its power of thunder and fire mixed with the resentment of countless ghosts, madly strangling Xie Ze's body.

"what--!"

Xie Ze let out a scream, and the veins on his forehead bulged, almost tearing his skin off.

But he gritted his teeth and refused to beg Zhou Wenlun for mercy.

Even though he was captured, even though he was tortured, even though he was unconscious, his last shred of consciousness remained clear, and he knew what had happened.

"Ants!"

Zhou Wenlun shouted sharply. He flashed and appeared in front of Xie Ze in an instant, grabbing him by the neck.

"Since you want to die so badly, I'll grant your wish!"

He tightened his fingers, and Xie Ze's face instantly turned purplish-red, his legs kicking weakly in the air.

"Second Senior Brother!" Yang Rui exclaimed, desperately trying to get up, but was pressed firmly to the ground again by the oppressive aura emanating from Zhou Wenlun.

Although Xie Ze was being choked, his bloodshot eyes were still fixed on Zhou Wenlun, and there was even a mocking smile on his lips.