138: Kill Xiao Feng

“She’s married…”

“She has a child…”

“He’s my man…”

Xiao Ziyan’s words exploded in Xiao Feng’s mind like atomic bombs, instantly causing him to be overwhelmed with anger. He stumbled backward, his face filled with disbelief.

Then he spat out another mouthful of fresh blood, his gaze flickering between Mu Wuchen and Xiao Ziyan, filled with uncertainty.

He seemed to be searching for some clue, anything that would allow him to find a reason to comfort himself, to believe that everything before him was fake.

“If he’s your man, then what am I?”

A simp?

A cuckold?

The Shepherd of Keketuohai?

However, before Xiao Ziyan could reply, Xiao Feng let out a miserable shriek and instantly collapsed to the ground.

To prevent the little one from seeing too bloody a scene, Mu Wuchen reached out and brought the little one and Xiao Ziyan back into the System World.

He was going to slaughter this Son of Destiny in front of thousands of people!

Who said the Tianxuan Sect couldn’t kill people at will?

Rules are for restraining the weak!

Here, he was the rule!

Mu Wuchen slowly walked step by step towards Xiao Feng, his eyes filled with icy coldness.

Feeling Mu Wuchen’s approach, Xiao Feng instinctively tried to move backward, but it was all in vain.

Mu Wuchen’s foot pressed down on Xiao Feng’s head, and he spoke from above.

“What did you just call my son?”

“A wild brat?”

Feeling the agonizing pain coming from the top of his head, Xiao Feng immediately began to struggle.

“I, didn’t…”

Bang!

However, before he could finish his sentence, Mu Wuchen stomped on his chest. The immense force directly pierced through his chest, and at the same time, a burning golden flame seeped out from Xiao Feng’s body and came into Mu Wuchen’s hand.

This was Xiao Feng’s protective flame, the Nine Flame Fire.

Mu Wuchen didn’t stop, stomping down heavily again. Xiao Feng’s body directly caved in, and another flame rose from his body.

This was the Thunder Fire.

“Ah—”

A painful howl echoed, but another foot landed on his body.

The Cangshan Fierce Fire also emerged.

With the final stomp, Mu Wuchen aimed directly at Xiao Feng’s Dantian.

At the location of his Dantian, there was a unique colorful lotus rune, which was the core of his special physique, the Fire Devouring Divine Body.

Feeling where Mu Wuchen’s last foot was about to land, Xiao Feng’s eyes instantly widened. He trembled and struggled desperately, emitting miserable “woo woo” sounds from his mouth.

“No…”

However, before he could finish, Mu Wuchen’s powerful stomp directly pierced through his Dantian, and the colorful lotus rune instantly shattered!

The Fire Devouring Divine Body was completely crippled.

For a moment, within Xiao Feng’s body, hundreds of ghost fires, demon fires, spirit fires, beast fires, and even the Nine Heavens Divine Sword Fire, seemed to have lost their restraint, all frantically spilling out with wailing cries. The scene was truly terrifying.

Without the suppression of the Fire Devouring Divine Body, in just the blink of an eye, hundreds of flames began to burn on Xiao Feng’s body, devouring his flesh and bones.

In a few moments, Xiao Feng’s entire body was completely ignited.

Xiao Feng struggled and screamed, trying to break free from these flames he had once conquered. However, the hundreds of flames were like maggots clinging to bone, making all his efforts futile.

Minutes later, the flames dissipated, and along with them, the Son of Destiny, Xiao Feng, also vanished, leaving only scattered ashes in the air.

The dignified owner of the Fire Devouring Divine Body, Xiao Feng, a Son of Destiny who was very likely to become a Great Emperor through the Grand Dao of Fire in the future, was actually burned to ashes by flames.

The Fire Devouring Divine Body was the bane of all fires. Those with this special physique were all kings of fire.

And Xiao Feng was likely the first Fire Devouring Divine Body owner to be burned to death by flames.

After finishing everything, Mu Wuchen ignored the shocked gazes and gulping sounds of the numerous disciples and simply turned and left.

Having seized many of Xiao Feng’s opportunities, another 10,000-plus points of Destiny Value were credited to his account.

Within the System World, in Xiao Ziyan’s boudoir.

At this moment, Xiao Ziyan was holding the little one, her eyes seemingly preoccupied with something.

Seeing Mu Wuchen arrive, Xiao Ziyan quickly walked to his side.

“You…”

“You weren’t hurt, were you?”

Hearing Xiao Ziyan’s words, Mu Wuchen was slightly surprised. He had expected Xiao Ziyan to ask him about Xiao Feng.

But after being here for a long time, she hadn’t mentioned it at all, as if Xiao Feng’s fate had nothing to do with her.

It seemed she was smarter than he had initially thought.

When he first met Xiao Ziyan, Mu Wuchen had thought she was a complete spoiled young lady, arrogant and unreasonable, always quick to resort to violence.

Now, it seemed he had misjudged her somewhat.

During this time, Xiao Ziyan had been well-behaved, completely dedicating her thoughts to the little one, never actively asking him for anything, and not even asking him to repair her severely damaged foundation and body.

This, in turn, made Mu Wuchen look at her with a hint of surprise.

He disliked women who approached him with ulterior motives.

He was not a stingy person; his favors, when deserved, were always bestowed generously, never withheld, but it was always he who initiated them.

Like Yun Li and Su Meier, like Nalan Yuruo, and even the little maidservants, he had given them opportunities that ordinary cultivators could hardly imagine.

But if they approached him with ulterior motives or had other thoughts in their hearts, Mu Wuchen probably wouldn’t have kept them around.

Mu Wuchen looked at Xiao Ziyan and simultaneously thought of Yan Zijin.

She was also a Destiny Heroine.

Previously, he had thought Yan Zijin was no different from those minor female supporting characters, but now it seemed that might not be the case.

How could the heroines of those Sons of Destiny be ordinary?

Minutes later, Mu Wuchen arrived at Yan Zijin’s room.

Mu Wuchen had previously punished her to kneel for a hundred days because of the Celestial Tome Dynasty incident, and it had now ended. At this moment, there were still two conspicuous scars on her knees.

She was a convicted woman, and thus did not receive the best resources.

At this time, she was still wearing that tight red dress.

Mu Wuchen scrutinized Yan Zijin for a few moments, but found no particular strengths in her beyond her face.

Her cultivation was lacking, and as for her political acumen and wisdom, they were even more mediocre. Otherwise, if she had handled her relationship with him properly at the time, she wouldn’t have ended up in this situation today.

“Young Master…”

Yan Zijin lowered her gaze and bowed her head, her attitude and expression extremely respectful, and her demeanor very proper. However, Mu Wuchen always felt something was missing.

“What did you learn in the Celestial Tome Dynasty?”

Mu Wuchen asked.

Yan Zijin was suddenly startled, not understanding why Mu Wuchen would ask her these things, but she still replied truthfully.

“Replying to Young Master, Zijing has studied poetry, literature, and etiquette since childhood, as well as the ways of father and son, and ruler and minister. Zijing also knows a little about zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. If Young Master likes, Zijing can…”

However, before she could finish, Mu Wuchen raised a hand to interrupt her.

Poetry, literature, etiquette, father and son, ruler and minister—these were all cumbersome and dogmatic things. Although they had some merits, in most cases, they were just things that restricted thought.

As for zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, singing, and playing instruments, these were specialized skills, and Yan Zijin would probably be a half-hearted performer.

Then he stroked his chin in thought. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and a mischievous idea immediately arose in his mind.