Chapter 548: Paying the Price, Bit by Bit

"Ahhh!"

While he was being restrained, a torrent of fire shot down from Uncle Zhong’s head, incinerating his body from the inside but leaving his skin untouched.

It was as if they truly intended to flay him, to peel his skin right off.

His agonized screams spoke of a fate worse than death, making even the onlookers unable to bear the sight.

Utterly cruel!

Those two words flashed through everyone’s mind, but this was none of their business. They just watched, unwilling to intervene. It wasn’t worth it!

"What a fine hide!"

Seeing this, Tian Mei coiled herself around Tianyi and gave a bewitching smile, completely devoid of pity. To her, flaying a person was a perfectly natural affair.

That enchanting smile felt more venomous than a viper’s bite.

Nearby, the group of People of Celestial Dome watched with amusement, as if enjoying a play.

The orders they had received upon leaving the Celestial Dome were to do as they pleased in the Grand Emperor Domain and revel in the thrill of Slaughter!

How could they possibly have a shred of pity in their hearts?

CLANG!

In that same instant, a Sword Light, cold enough to chill the Nine Heavens, suddenly flashed from the distance!

SPLURT!

In a flash, the arm Tianyang had extended went flying, blood spraying wildly.

The incinerating flames also rapidly receded.

With the cry of a roc, a sky-blotting shadow swept across the Firmament. It caught Uncle Zhong’s body, and all the Flame Power was drawn out of him.

It was the Xiaoo Yue Celestial Roc!

After catching Uncle Zhong, it landed on the ground with Xiaoxiao, Dahu, and Xiaohu.

Immediately, Dahu and Xiaohu clung to their mother, wailing their hearts out.

The crowd was stunned, unable to process the sudden turn of events.

"This world is full of beasts!"

"They have power, and they have strength!"

"So they act without scruple, trampling on the weak and common folk, treating them like ants, never realizing that they are the ones who are nothing but beasts!"

A cold voice, terrifyingly so, echoed through the Vast Mountain Range.

"Ahhh!"

Tianyang clutched his gushing arm and screamed in agony in mid-air. The blood flowed out, impossible to stop!

"So you know pain, too?"

In the void, Ye Wushuang held a sword, his gaze fixed on Tianyang, completely devoid of emotion.

"Damn you, you beast! You cut off my arm! How dare you cut off my arm!" Tianyang stared at Ye Wushuang with a frosty glare, letting out a furious roar.

Only then did Tianyi and the others snap back to their senses.

They had never imagined that someone would actually dare to harm one of the People of Celestial Dome!

"Did you think I was like that crowd of useless trash, who still preen with delight even after being humiliated as beasts?" Ye Wushuang’s cold eyes swept over the distant crowd of onlookers, filled with deep disgust.

Instantly, the faces of the onlookers turned ugly—very ugly indeed.

Ye Wushuang. It was him!

Many people recognized him and felt a surge of resentment. But then, a thought occurred to them, and they began to gloat. This would likely be just another unlucky fool to be nailed up and killed!

Pathetic.

Looking at the apathetic crowd, Ye Wushuang found them pathetic.

The Celestial Dome, the Celestial People, were trying to extinguish the world.

And yet these people still acted like bystanders, watching the spectacle, completely unaware that their own fate would one day be the same—to be slaughtered like ants!

Ye Wushuang didn’t spare them another glance, turning instead to Nanbei, who was nailed in mid-air.

With a flick of his Ancient Sword, endless Sword Light howled forth, tearing apart the cage of fire and severing the long, flaming nails that pierced Nanbei’s limbs.

"You’re courting death!"

Next to Tianyi, a young man saw this and his expression turned incomparably cold. He was about to step forward.

"He’s mine. I’m going to carve the flesh from his body, piece by piece, to vent the hatred in my heart."

But Tianyang stopped him, his body wreathed in flames, exuding an aura of tyranny and destruction.

"’Carve the flesh, piece by piece...’ That’s not a bad idea. I was just wondering how to make you suffer the same pain. That sounds even better."

Ye Wushuang nodded, his figure like a specter from Hell itself—somber, cold, and terrifying.

He, too, took a step forward.

BOOM!

Tianyang was also consumed by boundless rage. That fury manifested as a sky full of crimson flames that erupted from the void, engulfing Ye Wushuang.

The destructive aura made even the onlookers feel a sense of dread.

RUMBLE!

Ye Wushuang walked through the crimson flames, sword in hand. As he activated the Ultimate Yang Technique, the flames were devoured bit by bit.

The crimson flames couldn’t even get close to his body!

Everyone’s pupils constricted, their eyes flickering with disbelief.

Tianyang was also alarmed. His flames had no effect on Ye Wushuang.

’Retreat!’

Tianyang’s expression hardened, and he prepared to flash away in retreat.

But just as he turned, a figure in purple robes stepped out of the void right in front of him.

SCHLICK!

An Ancient Sword pierced through one of his feet.

"Ahhh!"

Tianyang screamed. Before he could even attack, he was forced to one knee on the ground.

The crowd was dumbfounded, every eye glued to the scene in the sky.

"A caged beast? A filthy monkey? Have you forgotten that you wear the same Skin?!"

Ye Wushuang stared coldly, drawing an Ancient Sword with his hand!

"You filthy monkey, you deserve to die!" Watching Tianyang kneel before Ye Wushuang, another young man’s face turned grim. The nobility of the Celestial People was being trampled by Ye Wushuang.

"Kill!"

He took a step forward, but before he could even draw his weapon...

CLANG!

A brilliant swath of Sword Light raged out, vanishing in an instant. The Heavenly Sword Technique instantly tore the young man’s body to pieces.

A spray of blood mist filled the void, dyeing the Firmament red!

"Don’t be impatient. Your turn is coming soon."

There was still no emotion in Ye Wushuang’s eyes. The Ancient Sword he had just drawn did not return to its sheath; instead, it instantly pierced through Tianyang’s other foot!

"Ahhh!"

Tianyang shrieked, now forced to kneel completely before Ye Wushuang. Streams of blood, so vividly crimson, rained down from the Firmament.

"Waaaaah!"

In that moment, the villagers of the Lost Village also clutched their heads and wept, overcome with indescribable grief, indignation, and sorrow.

All their pent-up anguish was finally released. Ye Wushuang had avenged them!

Instantly, even some of the burly, grown men began to shed tears.

"It hurts a lot, doesn’t it?"

Ye Wushuang asked Tianyang again, his voice as cold as ever.

"Damn you, monkey! You’re going to die! A miserable, miserable death!"

Tianyang’s venomous gaze was locked on Ye Wushuang. Kneeling before him, his pride, the nobility of a Celestial, had been viciously trampled.

"I told you to answer me! Who the fuck told you to spout so much nonsense!"

Ye Wushuang roared, ripped his sword free, and slashed out again.

SCHLICK!

Tianyang’s other arm was instantly lopped off. Another shriek tore from his lips, so sharp it sent an icy chill down everyone’s spine.

"You’d better just kill me! Kill me!"

Tianyang screamed in agony. ’It hurts. It hurts so much right now, so very much. I just want to die.’

"Kill you? You’re too naive. A debt must be repaid, bit by bit. Everything you have inflicted will be visited back upon you."

Ye Wushuang’s fury had reached its peak.

The Lost Village was a peaceful place, its villagers simple and kind.

Every child was innocent and full of life. The sound of their voices calling him "Big Brother" was so tender, so pure.

Uncle Zhong and his wife, and all the other villagers, were warm and kind. Every one of them had a smile on their face.

But now, in the blink of an eye, everything had changed. The children had been slaughtered, one by one, along with the adults.

And all of this was the work of these self-proclaimed noble People of Celestial Dome.

But had these villagers done anything to offend these so-called Celestial People?

No!

And yet they were slaughtered with cold indifference, for no reason at all.

How could Ye Wushuang not be enraged? The fury in the depths of his heart threatened to consume everyone!

’Pain? Their loved ones were murdered. Did these villagers not feel pain?’

"Kill him!"

Looking at Tianyang’s miserable state, Tian Mei frowned, glanced at Tianyi, and shouted to the young men beside her.

BOOM!

Immediately, those young men charged forward with cold expressions.

Ye Wushuang turned his head to Nanbei beside him, handed him an Ancient Saber, and said impassively, "Carve his flesh, slice by slice. Let him experience the agony of a fate worse than death. Make him say the words ’it hurts’ with his own mouth. Do you dare?"