Chapter 597

Jiang Feng opened his blood‑blurred eyes, and everything before him was swaying.

The force that tore his Divine Soul had just receded, but the lingering pain remained, like countless needles pricking his mind.

Then he saw that face.

It was an extremely handsome face, with fair skin, delicate features, and an indescribable yin‑soft aura between the brows and eyes.

Jiang Feng stared at that face, his eyes icy.

His gaze fell on Jiang Feng, scanning him from head to toe.

That person's gaze fell on Jiang Feng, sizing him up from head to toe.

"Not bad for a Kunlun Disciple."

"My Soul Melting Technique—even a Martial Ancestor Strongman, if slightly careless, must submit to me."

"You… are the first person to walk out of my Soul Melting Technique while standing."

While speaking, he extended his hand, his fingertips landing on Jiang Feng's face.

He gently rubbed Jiang Feng's face, his movements slow, as if caressing a precious porcelain.

Jiang Feng remained motionless, merely staring at him coldly.

His fingers slid from Jiang Feng's cheek down to his chin, then withdrew.

He stepped back, hands clasped behind his back.

"The Soul Melting Technique targets the Divine Soul; ordinary people cannot endure a single breath before collapsing, cultivators cannot last ten breaths before becoming idiots. Even a Martial Ancestor Strongman rarely lasts thirty breaths."

"The Soul Melting Technique specifically targets the divine soul; ordinary people cannot endure even a single breath before collapsing, cultivators cannot endure ten breaths before becoming idiots. Even a Martial Ancestor Strongman, few can endure thirty breaths."

"You endured for the length of a cup of tea."

His tone carried a hint of admiration, as if he were looking at an interesting object.

He shook his head, the smile at his lips growing more playful.

"Jiang Feng, you are far more interesting than I imagined."

Jiang Feng did not speak.

It was not that he did not want to speak; he could not.

His Divine Soul had suffered grave injury, and his entire condition had deteriorated to the extreme.

He could feel his awareness still present, but the sensation was strange, as if something had been sucked out of his body, leaving a huge void.

His memory had become fragmented, many scenes blurred, requiring great effort to recall.

Jiang Feng slowly lifted his heavy head, gazing at that face so handsome it bordered on demonic.

His lips moved, his voice hoarse to the point of being barely audible.

"You… who exactly are you?"

His eyebrows twitched slightly.

That person's eyebrows twitched slightly.

He chuckled lightly, his voice soft.

"My name is Dongfang Jue. Remember this name—he will be your worst nightmare in the future."

Jiang Feng's gaze shifted slightly.

So that's how it is…

In an instant, Jiang Feng's heart understood many things.

He raised his head, looking at Dongfang Jue, his voice hoarse but clear.

"You came for the spacetime law."

This was not a question; it was a statement.

Dongfang Jue's eyes narrowed slightly, his smile deepening.

Dongfang Jue's eyes narrowed slightly, and the smile at the corners of his mouth deepened.

He nodded, without concealment.

Jiang Feng fell silent.

"We planted Black Qi inside Ye Zhonghai's body, designed Ye Xiaoyue to seek you out, step by step luring you into that trap. All of this was to bring you here."

"The facts prove our plan was very successful."

Jiang Feng clenched his teeth.

At this moment, Dongfang Jue stepped forward, drawing nearer to Jiang Feng.

"Jiang Feng, His Seat has no intention of being your enemy. On the contrary, His Seat greatly admires you."

His voice grew low, carrying a bewitching tone.

"Your strength, your will, your talent—these are unparalleled in His Seat's experience. If you wish to join the Dongfang family, His Seat guarantees you will obtain everything you desire."

"Your strength, your will, your talent—these are unprecedented in His Seat's lifetime. If you are willing to join the Dongfang family, His Seat guarantees you will get everything you desire."

Dongfang Jue continued speaking.

"You are now imprisoned here, your Pipa Bone pierced, your Meridians sealed, and you cannot even mobilize your true qi. But if you nod, His Seat will immediately release you, heal your injuries, and take you away from this place."

"You are locked Here, your Pipa Bone pierced, your Meridians sealed, you cannot even mobilize your true qi. But as long as you nod, His Seat will Immediately release you, heal your Injury, and take you away from this Place."

"Not only that, His Seat can also grant you status, power, and anything you desire."

"Think about it—with your abilities, you could easily command a greater stage."

Jiang Feng still did not speak.

His gaze was very calm, calm as a dead pool.

Dongfang Jue looked at his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly.

Dongfang Jue looked at his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly.

He felt something.

Jiang Feng's mouth corner twitched, drawing out a hint of a smile.

That smile was faint, carrying a touch of mockery and a touch of disdain.

"You finished?"

His voice was hoarse, but very clear.

Dongfang Jue's brow furrowed even tighter.

"Finished."

He said lightly.

"It's your turn to answer."

Jiang Feng gave a light laugh and shook his head.

"Dongfang Jue, you dragged me from Jiangcheng here, pierced my pipa bone with an iron hook, tortured my divine soul with the Soul Melting Technique, and now you want me to join you?"

He paused, his voice turning even colder.

"Do you think it's possible?"

Dongfang Jue's complexion didn't change, but his eyes grew colder by a fraction.

"Jiang Feng, you should understand, you have no room for choice now."

"No room for choice?"

Jiang Feng repeated those words, the smile at his mouth corner deepening.

"You're wrong, I have a choice."

He lifted his head, staring directly into Dongfang Jue's eyes.

"My choice is no."

The air in the cell instantly solidified.

Dongfang Jue stood in the darkness, motionless, watching Jiang Feng.

His gaze turned extremely dangerous, like a venomous snake sizing up its prey.

After a long while, he slowly spoke.

"Jiang Feng, do you know what the consequences of refusing His Seat are?"

Jiang Feng did not answer.

He didn't need to answer.

He knew what the consequences were, and he also knew what he would face.

But he didn't care.

Jiang Feng, in this life, will eat anything, but he won't eat soft.

The more you try to make him bow his head, the more he refuses to bow.

This is his character; it was like this when he came down from Kunlun Mountain, and it's still like this now.

Dongfang Jue looked at his eyes and understood.

This person will not yield.

At least, not with this method.

He took a deep breath, and that hint of a smile returned to his mouth corner.

But that smile was different now, becoming colder and more dangerous.

"Good."

He nodded.

"Very good."

He stepped back a step, stood with hands behind his back, voice low.

"Since you refuse a toast and choose a penalty drink, His Seat will let you experience what true hell is."

As his words fell, the temperature in the cell plummeted.

Dongfang Jue's hand slowly rose, his fingertips condensing a cluster of black light.

That light was dark, as if something had swallowed its light, making everything around even gloomier.

Jiang Feng felt that power.

More terrifying and eerie than the Soul Melting Technique.

His pupils contracted slightly, his whole body's muscles tensed.

He knew the upcoming torment would be a hundred times more brutal than before.

But he did not bow his head.

Dongfang Jue's mouth corner twitched slightly.

His fingers moved, and that cluster of black light began to spin, emitting a humming sound.

The air began to tremble.

The iron chains in the cell began to shake, the frost on the walls started to peel off, and the entire Underground Death Dungeon trembled.

Dongfang Jue's gaze became extremely focused.

His fingers traced strange trajectories in the air, those trajectories emitting dim light in the darkness, forming a complex rune.

That rune hovered in midair, exuding a suffocating pressure.

Jiang Feng felt his divine soul begin to tremble again.

That feeling was strange, as if something was summoning his divine soul, trying to pull it out of his body.

And to pull it out completely.

It's not a detachment, it's a yank out.

If the Soul Melting Technique tears the Divine Soul apart, then this move is to uproot it completely.

Jiang Feng's forehead beaded with cold sweat.

He knew he couldn't withstand this move.

His Divine Soul had already been severely wounded by the Soul Melting Technique; now he was like a string stretched to its limit, and any extra force would snap it completely.

But he did not beg for mercy.

He gritted his teeth and shut his eyes.

At that moment.

Boom!

A loud boom came from above.

Throughout the Underground Death Dungeon, a violent shudder shook it, rocks from the walls rustled down, and dust filled the air.

Dongfang Jue's hand halted, and the cluster of black light instantly dissipated.

He lifted his head, his brows furrowed tightly.

Boom!

Another loud boom.

This time it was more intense; throughout the cell, it shook.

Cracks appeared on the ground, and the Iron Chain clanged nonstop.

A surge of power rose from deep underground, carrying an ancient, desolate, unstoppable aura.

Dongfang Jue's expression changed.

His Pupils constricted sharply, and the smile at the corners of his Mouth vanished completely.

This is...

Before he could finish his words, a third loud boom came.

Throughout the Jiashan Prison, Trembling.