Aside from the brash young man on stage, who would dare speak? Once the wrath of a Lord of the Plane is directed at oneself, no matter what big shot from any force, they will only be left in a pitiful situation. Everyone quietly watched the battle on the arena, speculating on how this match would conclude.
At this mont, new changes occurred in the arena. After several attacks were easily evaded by Pei Yan, Moira, who had been unable to maintain human form, seed to have exhausted her source energy, unable to continue releasing attacks. Her body underwent a shocking transformation, and from that mass no longer resembling a human erged two Soul Shadows, one being the figure of a thin girl filled with resentnt, and the other the incessantly screaming figure of a young man.
Pei Yan's originally amused face instantly turned grim upon witnessing this scene. Burning with anger, he had to rely on deep breaths to suppress the impulse to kill Moira, releasing the clenched fists with a long exhale. He approached the mass of flesh, and without a word, unleashed blows upon the young man's Soul Shadow until it retreated into the flesh under his pressure, then turned to the resentful girl and softly asked, "Do you rember ?"
The girl, who hadn't yet fully consolidated her terrifying appearance, opened her arms to Pei Yan and let out a piercing wail. Seeing that she didn't recognize him, Pei Yan imdiately dispelled the Demon God cha appearance, revealing his human form and continued softly, "It's , do you recognize now?"
Pei Yan's calm voice and familiar appearance seed to awaken old mories in the girl's mind. Her screams beca less intense, and she stood on guard watching Pei Yan.
Seeing this, Pei Yan hurriedly squatted down to better allow her to see him. Whether it was because this action was too abrupt or seeing his face triggered so bad mories, the girl suddenly scread and grabbed Pei Yan's neck.
Pain spread throughout Pei Yan's body. This man, who had endured countless attacks without many scars, now had deep claw marks on his neck from this seemingly frail, unhealed girl. Despite labored breathing and a painful expression, Pei Yan didn't retaliate; his eyes full of compassion and remorse, he hoarsely apologized, "I'm sorry I ca too late! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
The apologies seed to soothe the girl's violent and vengeful emotions. After a mont, she finally released Pei Yan's throat, her arms falling weakly before kneeling and covering her face as she cried.
"I know you're in pain! I also know your heart is filled with endless hate and helplessness, but now is not the ti for tears. I hope you can calm down. I've sealed this person's soul within this body, now I need you to control and restore this body. Can you do it?" Pei Yan, ignoring the lingering pain in his throat, gently placed a hand on the girl's shoulder as he pleaded earnestly.
Perhaps Pei Yan's words worked, as the girl stopped crying and ekly nodded, then softly muttered, "I can't do it, there's sothing in this body I can't control. It's still tornting and hindering the body's recovery."
Upon hearing this, Pei Yan nodded quickly and said, "I know! Wait for a mont!" Taking out a porcelain bottle from his ring, this ti filled not with transparent poison gas, but with dark red viscous liquid, he poured it onto the mass of flesh. As the pungent Blood Mist rose, the girl curled on the ground, crying out in pain for five minutes until her crying weakened, and her voice beca completely hoarse. Her body finally restored to human form, she fainted before Pei Yan.
Pei Yan no longer attacked the body, gently withdrawing from the ring a coat and draping it over the girl's body, bending down to lift her into his arms. At this mont, as the arena flashed with light, Moira had completely lost consciousness, and Pei Yan no longer wished to kill her. The arena automatically declared the match over with Pei Yan's victory.
"Pei Yan, let her go!"
The mont the defensive array was touched, several figures that had been impatiently waiting below rushed up, led by Flal who had been consud by anger. However, before he could reach Pei Yan, a Sword Qi accompanied by a punch appeared before him, forcing him to pause and retreat a step. As he prepared to attack again, Ye Ruozai and Zheng Jia Ru had already appeared on stage, unwaveringly standing behind Pei Yan.
"Want a group fight? Heh heh heh! Co, try it!" Zheng Jia Ru taunted Flal, gesturing for him to co forward.
"Get lost! You uncivilized monkeys!" In a rage, Flal's Magic aura couldn't be suppressed, he roared at Zheng Jia Ru who blocked his way.
Pei Yan paid no mind to Flal's shouts, entrusting the girl to Zhao Yuanhu who approached with care, saying, "Take good care of her, and later, put on the specially prepared confinent ring designed to restrict the Child of Origin's abilities. I've sealed the person within her, there shouldn't be much of a problem. The arena's array healed most of her injuries; I think she'll awaken soon. If she becos agitated, comfort her with patience."
Zhao Yuanhu nodded in understanding. Standing beside him, Liang Qian, looking at the woman still with Moira exterior in Zhao Yuanhu's arms, reached out to touch her face in disbelief, asking, "Is this really her? How could she change so much? She was just a little girl back then!"
"It's her!" Pei Yan sternly replied, "God knows what those beasts did to transform her! You go and take care of her; leave the rest to us!"
While Pei Yan and Zhao Yuanhu discussed, Flal hadn't stopped cursing, continuing to shout, "What gentleman would ruthlessly torture a woman? Is this your upbringing? This is the deanor of your Base Plane? A bunch of shalessly cruel primitive savages! Pei Yan, co out and bring back my fiancée!"
"Your fiancée? Flal, I'm very angry right now. Say one more word and we'll fight now, you can try!" Pei Yan turned and walked back to the center of the arena calmly saying.
User Comments
0 comments from readers