Chapter 222: It's because I want to properly torment you, you piece of trash!

At this moment, Shen Yunya's mind was filled with countless thoughts—how had Shen Qing gotten behind him?

But he reacted quickly, turning his spear peak, the lightning at his fingertip shooting toward Shen Qing; Shen Qing's gaze was plain, he slightly tilted his head, and the lightning brushed past his ear.

At the same time, Shen Qing raised his palm.

Pa!

Shen Qing's slap landed precisely on Shen Yunya's face.

This sound instantly echoed throughout Zijun City, and Zijun City fell silent at once.

Shen Yunya lowered his head, his pupils fluctuating between dispersion and solidity, constantly switching back and forth.

To be honest, this slap wasn't highly damaging, but it was extremely insulting.

He could hardly believe he had been slapped? Or that he had been slapped in front of Zijun City's two million civilians? And worse, it was Shen Qing—the one he despised most—who had struck him.

Shen Yunya swiftly retreated in midair to a safe position, his eyes blazing with fury as he stared at Shen Qing.

"Shen Qing! You have truly enraged me!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand and drew the Fangtian Huaji he carried on his back; in an instant, purple lightning flickered.

"I will make you die!"

With a sweep of his halberd, purple lightning flashed like a spiderweb across the sky above Zijun City.

Shen Qing's expression remained calm as he slowly drew the Dragon-Slaying Blade from his waist: "No matter how angry the trash, it's still just trash."

Hum!

A golden blade light shot straight forward, colliding head-on with the spiderweb-like purple lightning.

Bang!

A massive shockwave erupted, rushing straight toward Zijun City.

But Shen Qing had long prepared—Ma Qing and nine others at the Yuan Dan realm had already dispersed, using Yuan Qi to shield Zijun City.

Almost instantly, the purple lightning spiderweb was shattered by the golden blade light, simultaneously releasing a great burst of white mist.

Shen Yunya's eyes were filled with solemnity; at this moment, he finally accepted that Shen Qing was no longer the Shen Qing of before.

Just then, within the smoke and mist, a pale, slender hand extended and gripped the blade of the Fangtian Huaji.

Immediately, a tremendous force transmitted—Shen Yunya failed to hold the halberd's shaft, and the Fangtian Huaji flew directly from his grasp.

Shen Qing casually waved his hand, dispersing the surrounding white smoke and dust; he glanced at the purple Fangtian Huaji in his hand.

"A fine weapon, but halberds are for the upright and noble—only true kings wield them; you, a petty person, are unworthy."

Thereafter, Shen Qing casually flung the purple Fangtian Huaji, which plunged heavily into the open ground outside Zijun City.

Shen Yunya's eyes nearly burst with rage—a martial artist having his weapon forcibly taken is a great humiliation.

"Shen Qing, you are seeking..."

A black great sun suddenly appeared.

Black Sun Subdues Demons Fist.

With a pa sound, Shen Yunya was directly punched and sent flying backward.

Shen Yunya's chest instantly caved in, a large mouthful of blood gushing out uncontrollably as he let out a roar.

"How is this possible!"

"But it's not over yet!"

Immediately, his body displayed several purple patterns—this was his body-refining supreme art; the Shen clan's direct lineage cultivates both body refinement and Yuan Qi together.

Shen Yunya has also walked a certain distance on the path of body refinement.

This is his body-refining technique, the《Purple Ultimate Thunder Body》.

In an instant, Shen Yunya's speed and power surged; his entire form became a streak of purple lightning charging toward Shen Qing.

A dragon-elephant roar echoed in Zijun City, a golden divine dragon phantom coiled beside Shen Qing, an ordinary punch straight toward Shen Yunya's chest.

Yet Shen Yunya abandoned defense, directly taking Shen Qing's punch with his chest—bang! Blood sprayed, bones shattered.

At the same time, Shen Yunya, following the momentum, tightly gripped Shen Qing's arm, his pupils flashing with violent purple lightning.

Shen Qing's mouth corner slightly lifted, seeing Shen Yunya's intent—exchanging injury for injury, but can you truly trade injury for Shen Qing's injury?

During the period when Shen Yunya's pupils were charging with lightning, Shen Qing's fists fell like raindrops upon Shen Yunya's body.

Shen Yunya gritted his teeth hard, not uttering a single sound.

Finally, the purple lightning in Shen Yunya's pupils completed its buildup; he roared.

"Now it's my turn!"

As he spoke, two terrifying bolts of purple lightning shot violently from Shen Yunya's pupils.

Shen Qing merely raised his hand lightly, hard-blocking the two lightning bolts; in an instant, the purple lightning exploded into a ball several meters in size.

Shen Yunya could no longer stand; his knees gave way, and he knelt on one knee in midair, but his eyes burned with madness.

"How about it! Isn't my pupil technique extraordinary!"

"Since I was born, few have known my eyes are special—those who saw them on the North Sea battlefield are all dead!"

"Today I have unleashed my strongest strike—how about it!"

Suddenly, Shen Qing's calm voice rang again: "Indeed quite good—your punch made my palm a little itchy."

In the next instant, terrifying blood qi permeated, instantly shattering the surrounding lightning, while Shen Qing remained unharmed, showing no sign of injury.

Only the palm that had hard-blocked the lightning was slightly reddish, proving that the lightning had indeed struck Shen Qing.

Shen Yunya completely collapsed, bellowing hoarsely: "How is this possible? Why are you so strong? Impossible!"

He unleashed his hidden trump card, even using his strongest attack of this life, yet he couldn't even scratch Shen Qing's skin.

Shen Qing walked toward Shen Yunya unhurriedly, his voice tinged with mockery: "Nothing is impossible."

"From the very first strike, I could have taken your life—I could have killed you countless times during this fight; the only reason you've lasted this long is..."

"It's because I want to torture you properly, you piece of trash!"

Shen Yun Ya's pupils kept dilating.

These words were like sharp knives stabbing his heart.

The physical pain was nothing compared to the mental blow; Shen Yun Ya felt his dignity pressed into the ground and constantly rubbed.

Until Shen Qing's voice sounded.

"And, I am very satisfied with your current posture."

Shen Yun Ya came back to his senses, only then noticing he was still kneeling on one knee, while Shen Qing stood before him.

Shen Yun Ya could not accept kneeling before Shen Qing; he gritted his teeth, trying to stand, but having just exchanged injury for injury left his bones near shattered, making standing a luxury; after painful struggle, he barely managed to straighten his leg.

But just then, a tremendous force pressed directly onto his shoulders, his legs went weak, and he knelt down directly—except this time, instead of one knee, it was both knees.

Shen Qing had already come before him: "Hey, don't stand up; I prefer your current posture."

Shen Yun Ya's eyes nearly burst, but his injuries plus Shen Qing's immense force left him utterly unable to move.

Shen Qing spoke: "You weren't just going to say, why did you target me so much back when we were young, were you?"

"Now you can say it."

Shen Yun Ya looked at Shen Qing, his pupils filled with hatred and rage.

"You don't want to know."

Shen Qing laughed loudly: "I've been waiting for this reply of yours."

"Because compared to the truth, what I want more is to torture you!"