Chapter 2688: Psycho City Lord's Love-and-Kill Rule 11

Yin Chaosheng stared at Jin Chen for a few seconds, then suddenly curled his lips into a smile, his expression gorgeous yet icy.

He raised his hand, and with his fingertips stained with fresh blood, he lightly brushed over the deep‑red lips; his gaze held a natural allure, his voice low and hoarse.

"How come you were so bold just now, but now… you won't kiss?"

Jin Chen raised a skeptical brow, "City Lord."

"And what act is this now?"

Yin Chaosheng walked over slowly, the bloodstains on his pale fingertips and vivid red lips standing out starkly.

"I wouldn't dare."

Jin Chen heard that, a flicker of interest crossing his eyes.

He glanced sideways, then sauntered forward lazily, reaching out to wrap his arms around Yin Chaosheng's supple waist.

Yin Chaosheng's clothes had been torn earlier by him, and now his smooth skin was easily accessible.

Jin Chen's fingertips lingered ambiguously on the skin, he lowered his head, his nose brushing over Yin Chaosheng's blood‑stained lip corner, their breaths mingling, "City Lord, could it really be that simple—just wanting a kiss?"

"Of course not." Yin Chaosheng replied bluntly.

At the same time, he curled the five fingers digging into Jin Chen's back, his fingertips turning into pale white claws, viciously grabbing toward Jin Chen's back and shoving him toward the central platform of the stone cavern.

Yin Chaosheng's voice was ice‑cold to the bone, "I've said before—I'll kill you, this mad dog."

On the platform, those several black chains, each thicker than a person's waist, seemed to come alive, winding toward Jin Chen's limbs and neck.

I knew it wouldn't be that simple.

Jin Chen's eyes instead flashed with a mischievous grin, "Too bad, City Lord… you always underestimate me."

Before his words faded, he flicked his wrist, the long whip he'd picked up from the stage lashing first around Yin Chaosheng's wrist.

The whip tightened, a clever force transmitting, actually seeking to hoist Yin Chaosheng's arm upward over his head.

Yin Chaosheng had been turned on the defensive several times by Jin Chen, but this time he was on guard; he snorted coldly, ghostly aura erupting around him, he forcibly broke the whip's hold, and his ghostly claws lunged at Jin Chen's face.

The two resumed their brawl at the bottom of the prison, this commotion actually proving even more fierce than when Yin Chaosheng had dealt with that Ghost King earlier!

Ghostly qi clashed violently with a more obscure yet powerful force.

Yet what Yin Chaosheng hadn't expected was that Jin Chen seemed… to know his body too well.

Several times, what seemed like casual close‑quarters grapples and dodges had his fingertips grazing his waist side, the back of his neck, and other extremely hidden spots—places even he himself had never noticed.

A strange sensation flared up in succession; after just a few rounds, Yin Chaosheng found his waist going limp and his breath disrupted.

In the instant Yin Chaosheng's mind wavered, Jin Chen seized the opening, his footwork shifting deviously, he put strength into his wrist, and the several thick ghost‑chains lunging at him twisted oddly in mid‑air, clinking several times.

Instead, they locked Yin Chaosheng's wrists and ankles tight.

They were drawn upward, lifting Yin Chaosheng's whole body high; he was seized and suspended in mid‑air, his toes three feet off the ground.

"Jin Chen!!"

"Release me! You're courting death!"

Yin Chaosheng was both shocked and furious, straining to break free, unleashing killing moves one after another, yet the chains specially designed to restrain vicious ghostly qi held him fast.

The mighty ghostly qi slammed against the chains, yet could not budge an inch.

For the first time in this prison, Yin Chaosheng felt the helplessness of a captive.

Jin Chen stood below the platform, leisurely watching the disheveled red‑clad, black‑haired gorgeous Ghost King dangling aloft.

Faint gloomy light filtered down from the cavern's ceiling, illuminating Yin Chaosheng's striking figure; Jin Chen's eyes deepened, his whip gliding across the floor as he walked slowly up the platform to stand before Yin Chaosheng.

He lightly pressed his fingertip against the slightly parted, blood‑tinged corner of Yin Chaosheng's angry lips, his voice low, admiring him like a treasure, "City Lord, you truly…"

His fingertip slid down the jawline, gently lifting Yin Chaosheng's chin, forcing the humiliating, demonic pupils to meet his gaze, "Absolute beauty."

Yin Chaosheng's pupils contracted sharply, an unprecedented panic and shame flooding his whole body.

He wanted to curse, to tear this mad dog to pieces, but Jin Chen gave him no chance.

His torn robes fell away, like a netherworld flower forced open at its fullest, revealing the most fragile interior.

In Yin Chaosheng's struggle, Jin Chen kissed the corner of his eye.

He knew exactly how to provoke the utmost "pain."

Wherever he passed, he could ignite clusters of unbearable flames.

Yet whenever Yin Chaosheng's consciousness fogged, Jin Chen would wickedly cease all motion.

Or he would use it to hinder, forcibly cutting off the trembling.

Not allowed; he must not be allowed to control his own body.

Yin Chaosheng felt as if he were in a bizarre prison, unable to control himself.

He had never imagined that this cold Ghost King's body could be so strange.

He had been hovering almost constantly on the brink of collapse.

His waist and back were held ramrod straight, with nowhere to leverage, adding to his helplessness.

Those eyes, usually gloomy and icy, were now brimming with moisture, his gaze unfocused, damp as a netherworld flower drenched in a downpour—where was the slightest trace of the fearsome Ghost City Lord?

The netherworld flower unfurled, blooming to the point of about to shed.

The ongoing punishment drew pained groans from Yin Chaosheng.

"Release me!"

Yin Chaosheng lowered his eyes, his vision blurred, only able to see Jin Chen's hand that commanded all his senses.

That sensation made him feel as if he were about to lose his bearings.

Jin Chen's lips curled with an unhidden amused smile as he leaned to Yin Chaosheng's ear, lightly kissing his earlobe and the side of his neck, fully aware that any touch now…

…could make this lofty Ghost King tremble uncontrollably.

Dark currents surged between them.

"City Lord," Jin Chen whispered a light kiss, "you can beg me for mercy, plead with me, say you were wrong, and I'll let you go."

Yin Chaosheng turned his head aside and bit hard into Jin Chen's neck, his lips and teeth forced, instantly tasting blood.

"Mad dog!" Yin Chaosheng cursed indistinctly.

Jin Chen hissed in pain, but instead of getting angry, he reached out and grabbed his chin, forcing him to turn his head, their foreheads touching, noses brushing.

"Since you won't beg for mercy, just keep enduring then."

Having said that, a new round of vengeful spirit punishment began.

Yin Chaosheng could bear it no longer; his usually gloomy eyes were wet, like someone who'd been badly bullied, a heart‑wrenching fragile beauty.

He soon completely dissipated, unconsciously burying his face in Jin Chen's neck crook and rubbing, his disheveled hair scraping the skin, uttering broken murmurs.

"Let me go, damn it, let me go…"

Jin Chen chuckled low, stroking his sweaty nape, sighing softly, his fingers tracing his spine, "How pitiful."

"City Lord, what should you say?"

Yin Chaosheng's mind was dazed, he spoke in broken bursts, his voice shattered, his whole body wretched as if dragged from water.

"Please… please…" his flushed cheek helplessly rubbing against Jin Chen's neck skin.

"Please, Jin Chen… I'm in so much pain."

Hearing the words he wanted to hear, Jin Chen's eyes filled with satisfaction.

He seized the heavy chain, gave it a hard yank, and the chain snapped.

Yin Chaosheng's body went limp, he fell from mid‑air, and Jin Chen caught him steady in his arms.

With the restraint of his fingertips gone, the long‑suppressed pain burst forth.

Jin Chen no longer held back, lifting his chin and pressing a deep kiss upon him.

Yin Chaosheng's gaze drooped, and he lingered for a long while.

As he realized what had just happened, Yin Chaosheng's shame and fury exploded, his pupils turning crimson.

The vengeful spirit energy no longer restrained by the chains surged forth across the sky.

The Azure Altar Prison shook violently under the impact, stone walls cracking, runes dimming.

Once Jin Chen had steadied his breath and stood firm, he found himself back inside the pavilion, the Azure Altar shattered beneath his feet.

As for Yin Chaosheng, he had vanished without a trace.

Only a faint trace of cold fragrance and an ambiguous aura lingered in the air.

Jin Chen raised his hand, lightly brushing his fingertip across the corner of his mouth, gazing in the direction Yin Chaosheng had disappeared, a meaningful smile curving his lips.

【Villain Heartthrob Value +8, total 18!】