Chapter 162

The masked man pointed at Leng Yue, his tone full of mockery.

"Now, your woman is in my hands, and your life is also in my hands! As long as you behave, I might consider sparing her life!"

Tang Yun took a deep breath, trying hard to calm himself down. He looked at Leng Yue, a flash of determination in his eyes.

Suddenly, he laughed.

This smile wasn't relaxed, but carried a hint of madness and coldness.

"Puppet Art?" Tang Yun flicked a streak of golden light from his fingertip, hitting Leng Yue right between the brows.

"My Chaos Medical Qi is specifically for curing all kinds of unclean things."

The golden light sank into Leng Yue's brow, her body trembled violently, and her blood-red eyes gradually regained clarity.

"Tang Yun..." Leng Yue looked at Tang Yun with a dazed expression, as if she hadn't fully woken up yet.

The masked man's expression changed instantly. His figure distorted, as if he wanted to flee.

"Want to run?" Tang Yun snorted coldly, his figure flashed, and he appeared instantly in front of the masked man.

He grabbed the masked man's shoulder, and Chaos Medical Qi surged into his body.

"Ah!" The masked man let out a shrill scream, his body trembling violently.

His mask shattered inch by inch, revealing a pale and twisted face.

"You... you actually managed to break my Puppet Art..." The masked man's voice was full of fear and unwillingness.

Tang Yun ignored him and turned his gaze toward the surrounding men in black.

"Now, it's your turn."

Seeing this, the men in black were scared out of their wits and knelt on the ground to beg for mercy.

"Spare us! We were forced into this!"

"We don't know anything!"

"Please, spare our lives!"

There wasn't a hint of pity in Tang Yun's eyes; the Vermillion Bird Divine Sword in his hand swung out streaks of sharp sword qi, slaughtering the men in black one by one.

Fresh blood sprayed, staining the entire valley red.

Leng Yue watched this scene, her eyes full of shock and fear. She had never seen Tang Yun so decisive in killing.

Tang Yun walked to Leng Yue and gently helped her up.

"It's okay now."

Leng Yue nestled in Tang Yun's arms, her body trembling slightly.

Tang Yun carried Black Snake's corpse and walked toward the tribe's dungeon. That was where the captured explorers were being held.

With a casual wave, the iron bars of the dungeon turned into powder.

"Sorry, I'm late." Tang Yun revealed a devilish smile, "But now, it's time for me to clean up the trash."

The wings behind him burned with raging flames, like a demon walking out of hell.

The explorers in the dungeon looked at Tang Yun, their eyes full of hope and fear.

Hope, because they were finally saved.

Fear, because they didn't know what Tang Yun would do next.

Tang Yun walked into the dungeon, his gaze sweeping over the crowd and finally landing on a young woman shivering in a corner.

He walked over slowly, squatted down, and looked at her.

"What is your name?"

The young woman looked up, looking at Tang Yun timidly, her eyes full of fear.

"I... my name is Xiao Ya..."

A meaningful smile curled the corners of Tang Yun's mouth.

"Xiao Ya..." Tang Yun repeated the name, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger, "Do you know what happened here?"

Xiao Ya shrank back, her voice as thin as a mosquito's: "I... I don't know... they locked me here and didn't say anything..."

Tang Yun nodded, stood up, and scanned the others in the dungeon: "Does anyone else know anything?"

There was dead silence in the crowd; everyone kept their heads down, not daring to meet Tang Yun's eyes.

Tang Yun sneered: "Looks like you are all very 'cooperative'."

With a casual wave, a ball of fire appeared out of thin air, burning fiercely in the center of the dungeon, reflecting everyone's terrified faces.

"I don't like wasting time." Tang Yun's voice was cold, "I'll ask again, who knows what happened here?"

A burly man stood out and said with a bit of courage: "I... I know a little... they... they are looking for something..."

"What thing?" Tang Yun's eyes were as sharp as knives.

The man swallowed: "I... I don't know exactly what it is... I only know they call it... Chaos Crystal..."

"Chaos Crystal..." Tang Yun repeated the name in a low voice, his heart stirred.

He found a locked iron box in the depths of the dungeon. The box was very old, covered in dust and rust.

Tang Yun kicked the iron box open; inside was a stack of yellowed photos and some documents.

He picked up a photo; in the photo was a masked man holding a baby in his arms. On the baby's face, there was a crystal flashing with strange light.

Tang Yun's pupils contracted sharply.

Just then, Leng Yue also walked over. Seeing the baby in the photo, she covered her mouth and exclaimed: "This baby... is you!"

The live stream room exploded instantly, and the barrage "Cloud God and the masked man are father and son?" dominated the screen.

The masked man hiding in the shadows laughed wildly through a loudspeaker.

"That's right, Tang Yun, I am your father! Back then, to make you the perfect vessel, I personally implanted the Chaos Crystal into your body!"

The veins on Tang Yun's hand holding the photo bulged, but he suddenly laughed: "So, you are that coward who doesn't dare to show his face and only knows how to hide behind the scenes?"

The masked man's voice suddenly became sharp: "You dare call me a coward? If it weren't to let you better absorb the energy of the Chaos Crystal, how would I..."

"Shut up!" Tang Yun interrupted him violently.

"Your so-called 'for my own good' is just treating me like an experiment and locking me in this hellhole?"

He threw the photo hard onto the ground, flames of anger burning in his eyes: "You are not fit to be a father at all!"

The masked man seemed to be intimidated by Tang Yun's anger, remaining silent for a moment before saying: "Everything I did was for..."

"For yourself!" Tang Yun interrupted him again, "You just wanted to use the power of the Chaos Crystal to realize your ridiculous ambition!"

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down: "Now, your game is over."

Tang Yun turned to look at Leng Yue, a flash of tenderness in his eyes: "You leave here first, leave this to me."

Leng Yue looked at him worriedly: "But..."

"Don't worry about me." Tang Yun smiled, "I promised you I would return safely."

Leng Yue bit her lip, finally nodded, and turned to leave the dungeon.

Tang Yun watched Leng Yue's departing back, his gaze gradually turning cold.

He turned around, facing the empty dungeon, his voice low and full of killing intent: "Now, it's time to settle our accounts."

Suddenly, the walls of the dungeon began to shake, and huge stones fell from the ceiling.

Tang Yun looked up and saw a huge figure slowly walking out of the darkness.

It was a giant over three meters tall, with bulging muscles all over his body, holding a huge iron hammer in his hand.