Overriding the Heaven

He turned his head to look in the direction the monster had retreated in and immediately reacted: "Senior Chu?"    

The memories from before flashed through his mind in an instant.    

After the fake loyal subject, the surprise attack of the Grand Monster of Manifestation, the beast-like attack, the invasion of the Demonic Cultivator, at the last moment, he was captured by the human-like, non-demon like Demonic Cultivator …    

"You are that Demonic Cultivator!" Yun Nichang's eyes turned serious as he looked at the monster.    

Wang Shen's footsteps paused, he then raised his hand and waved it towards Yun Nichang.    

"Ya!"    

Yun Nichang cried out in alarm, and immediately flew into the air, sticking closely to the smooth stone wall in the distance.    

Although he couldn't see anything, Yun Nichang was as if he was tightly bound by a rope, and couldn't move at all.    

"Princess Ni Chang, I do not have the qualifications to send you off, so you should just wait."    

After Wang Shen finished this sentence, he turned and walked back to Chu Yan.    

Tonight's mission was to capture Princess Ni Chang.    

As for Chu Yan, he was the one who used it to vent his anger.    

Although Chu Yan had used his vital energy and blood to forcefully break open the shackles on the tendons in his arm, it had also placed an enormous burden on his body.    

At this moment, his body could not move at all. The only arm that had gained his freedom had become numb to the point where he could barely feel anything because of the punch.    

As a result, he was unable to put up an effective resistance at this time.    

Wang Shen reached out and grabbed Chu Yan within his hands, then walked towards the center of the cave with large strides.    

In the center of the cave, there was a huge pot.    

Although it was called a huge pot, it was comparable to a large bathtub. Moreover, if water was filled to the brim, an adult standing in it could drown their head in water.    

Under the cauldron, flames were flickering, and the thick red liquid in the cauldron was churning and bubbling. From time to time, one could even see the rise and fall of white bones.    

The color of the liquid was as fresh as blood. Although it had been boiled, no one could smell the smell of blood.    

On the contrary, it was filled with the delicate fragrance of flowers and plants.    

Even though it looked like it was cooking blood and bones, if one smelled it, it seemed more like a pot of tea. It was quite strange.    

Walking to the big pot, Wang Shen threw Chu Yan to the ground.    

He used a lot of strength, to the point that when Chu Yan landed on his back, he directly created a huge pit in the ground.    

The boiling cauldron also shook up and down as if it was about to capsize.    

But at this time, Chu Yan noticed that when his body heavily smashed on the ground, a twisted inscription pattern that was like a tadpole's appeared on the ground.    

Not only was there an inscription pattern on the ground beneath him, there was also a large pot on the surface.    

Under the light of the flames, flowing light appeared, and the inscription patterns seemed to come to life as they flickered with a faint green light. A glance at these inscription patterns would cause one to feel a chill run down their spines.    

Although he did not know what these runes meant, Chu Yan instinctively felt that these were not good things.    

Moreover, he noticed earlier that the inscription that appeared when his body smashed onto the ground was obviously incomplete.    

The edges became blurred.    

This meant that the inscription was actually not just the small piece under him or on top of the cauldron.    

He just appeared because he was hit by Ye Xiao's body.    

And there could only be more that hadn't appeared yet.    

It's even possible that... It filled the entire cave.    

"Chu Yan, how do you think I will torture you?" Wang Shen tilted his head — because he had just received Chu Yan's heavy punch, his spine was crooked.    

Thus, at that moment, his strange warped appearance, in addition to his badly mutilated face, made him seem even more terrifying.    

"Do you know what happened to the person who planned to do this to me last time?" Chu Yan did not panic at the moment. Instead, he looked at Wang Shen and laughed coldly, "They died on the same day."    

Wang Shen frowned.    

He knew the reason why he hated Chu Yan.    

It wasn't just this guy that had ruined his plans tonight, it was also the aura of this person that held all of his power.    

It was really annoying – his teeth were itching in hatred.    

It was as if everything was within his expectations, and he himself was like a theater, following the plot he had arranged and cooperating to finish this scene.    

With that thought, Wang Shen let out a heavy gasp, and after a moment, he suddenly calmed down.    

He smiled.    

"No wonder this year Shattered Star Pavilion was able to surprise us and seize the position of the Orthodoxy. I think you have been secretly nurturing this entire time just for the sake of amazing disciples. It is indeed a little interesting." Wang Shen said, his eyes slowly narrowing.    

An indescribable expression emerged from the depths of his eyes.    

"I already felt it just now. Your body is harder and more condensed than I had imagined, so much that even ordinary body refiner wouldn't be able to reach your level. With my current strength, wanting to dismember your body into five horses is simply impossible.    

"But don't you feel that hacking off your hands and feet, such a torturous method, is too low class for cultivators?"    

Chu Yan frowned.    

"What cultivators do is move mountains and fill the sea, but of course, these things are still too early for you all. However, there are some things that ordinary people find hard to imagine, such as torturing methods, such as making people beg for their lives but not for death —"    

As he said that, Wang Shen suddenly bent down, his face that was still bleeding profusely, almost touched Chu Yan's face.    

He opened his mouth, revealing his white teeth that had been drenched in blood, "Another example would be to let a sect focus on nurturing it, and then let a disciple that was held so high in the air fall into hell. This would make it so that the cultivator would not tolerate it, not even the demon beasts, and even the street rats and rotten zombies would be a hundred times stronger than him."    

When Wang Shen said these words, he was filled with extremely resentful emotions. His voice sounded like the wails of evil spirits and the cries of blood late at night, making one's hair stand on end.    

Chu Yan was still okay, but Yun Nichang, who was being controlled on the rock wall, was so scared that her face became even paler, and her body started to tremble uncontrollably.    

But even so, Yun Nichang still looked towards Wang Shen as much as she could and said: "You, your target is me. Let Senior Brother Chu go, I, I will follow you guys."    

Wang Shen turned a deaf ear to Yun Nichang's words.    

His remaining eyes stared straight at Chu Yan, wanting to see the fear in his opponent's expression.    

But the truth had disappointed him yet again.    

"You're going to die." Chu Yan looked at Wang Shen.    

At this moment, it was as if their identities had been switched.    

"Bastard!" Wang Shen's fury could no longer be suppressed.    

"I want you to live a life worse than death!" With a wild roar, Wang Shen's arm suddenly pushed forward.    

In a split-second, spiritual energy condensed into a giant palm in the air. With a boom, the pot on the fire rack was flipped over.    

Not only did the boiling red liquid in the pot not overturn, but it even began to squirm, climb, and float upwards.