"Fuck!"
Ever since entering the Star Path, it seemed like every single person he ran into had been impossible to deal with.
First there was Yin Lesheng, who attacked them without provocation. Then came that Senior Brother Kou, who dragged him into the Emerald Feather Sect for no reason. Before the Bone Prison, he'd encountered Yan Xiuran, who tried to seize his Artifact out of nowhere. And now this tower of a man...
Yang Kai suddenly realized that in the short time he'd been in the
Were the people of the Star Boundary all this belligerent and aggressive? Or was he just having a streak of terrible luck?
Either way, Yang Kai had reached his limit.
The repeated confrontations had built his fury into a volcano on the verge of eruption, its magma surging through the channels beneath the surface.
And Zong Qi's provocations and empty threats had lit the fuse, detonating the rage that had been building inside him.
So upon hearing Zong Qi's threats, Yang Kai showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, a look of genuine interest crossed his face. "Going by what you're saying, killing people here doesn't seem to be a big deal?"
Zong Qi sneered. "This is the Emerald Feather Sect's Bone Prison. What does it matter if a few people die?"
"Understood." Yang Kai nodded lightly, then suddenly raised his head, baring his teeth in a grin that revealed gleaming white fangs. His voice dripped with menace: "Then you're out of luck!"
The words had barely left his mouth before he'd already closed the distance to Zong Qi. His feet shifted into a close-combat stance, and a straight punch rocketed forward.
This punch seemed to carry all the frustration and fury Yang Kai had accumulated over these past days—its momentum was overwhelming, its speed like a thunderclap.
Zong Qi was tall and broad-shouldered, a massive figure who had achieved a high level of mastery in body-tempering arts. He didn't take Yang Kai's attack the slightest bit seriously, merely scoffing: "How interesting. Someone actually dares provoke me like this? I'll crush every bone in your body as punishment!"
As he spoke, he launched a straight punch of his own to meet Yang Kai's fist head-on.
The two fists collided. The cold sharpness at the corner of Yang Kai's mouth transformed into a savage grin. Zong Qi's disdain shifted abruptly to astonishment—then to outright horror.
A strangled cry escaped Zong Qi's lips as his iron-tower frame went flying backward. Mid-air, the crisp sound of bones snapping echoed from his arm.
Crash...
Zong Qi's body slammed into the bone-barred gate of the prison cell and crumpled to the ground.
Before he could even begin to rise, Yang Kai had pounced forward like a fierce tiger, mounting him and hammering down with fists that fell like a torrential storm, each blow raining down in a relentless barrage.
Bang, bang, bang...
Within the cramped confines of the Bone Prison, a continuous thundering roar reverberated like war drums, shaking the soul.
The other three prisoners in the cell, who had been expecting to watch a good show, now sat slack-jawed, eyes bulging in sheer disbelief at the scene unfolding before them.
There was no other way to put it: in a place like this, the more fiercely Yang Kai asserted himself, the safer she would be. Regardless of anything else, she and Yang Kai were allies standing on the same side!
From the other cells, shouts and cheers erupted. The warriors confined in this place had endured years of torment, their feral instincts honed to a razor's edge. What they loved most to see was exactly this kind of bloody brawl—one of the few diversions that made their endless boredom bearable.
Bang, bang, bang...
The muffled impacts continued without pause. Faint splatters of crimson could be seen flying through the air, punctuated by the occasional crack of shattering bone.
The commotion in the cell caught the attention of the guards. Before long, two Emerald Feather Sect Disciples came to investigate. Upon discovering that it was this newly imprisoned fellow who was flexing such ferocity, they merely shared a cold smile, making no move to intervene. They lingered for a moment to watch, then simply walked away.
Zong Qi had been right about one thing—in the Emerald Feather Sect's Bone Prison, it didn't matter if a few people died. The guards had no intention of getting involved.
As time passed, Zong Qi—who had been pinned to the floor beneath Yang Kai—went from screaming and cursing to losing even the energy for that. All that remained were whimpering pleas for mercy.
Yang Kai continued his onslaught like a maddened beast, deaf to everything.
In the end, Zong Qi couldn't even manage a groan anymore.
When Yang Kai finally stopped and rose to his feet, Zong Qi lay there like a heap of limp flesh, drenched in blood, every bone in his body shattered beyond repair. He was long past saving.
Yang Kai flicked the blood from his hands and let out a long, deep breath. Instantly, he felt refreshed and clear-headed, the gloom that had been weighing on his heart dissipating in an instant.
The other three in the cell scrambled to the far corner the moment Yang Kai stood, their eyes trembling with fear as they stared at him, terrified that he might decide to finish them off as well.
They knew full well what Zong Qi was capable of. With everyone's inner power suppressed in this place, the Bone Prison was a contest of raw physical strength—and whoever had the tougher body held the advantage. All three had suffered at Zong Qi's hands before, and even combining their strength, they were no match for him.
Yet this newcomer had beaten Zong Qi so thoroughly that the man couldn't even fight back, smashing him into a pulp. One could only imagine how terrifyingly powerful this fellow's physical body must be!