"You want me to step aside? Never! I am not going to watch my son getting killed for crimes he didn't commit! You think I'm protecting him just because he is my son? Think again!" Feng Yan stood firm, her face flushed red with fury and indignation. "Do you think with his cultivation level he would be capable of poisoning Hua Yi and raping her? Why don't you use your brain, or is that too difficult for you?!"
However, Zhen Yi didn't heed Feng Yan's words at all and instead advanced towards her in fury, a dangerous light in his eyes. "That's enough from you! I won't let this matter rest!"
With that, the patriarch took out a strange chain from his space ring. As soon as he held the chain in his hand, he swung it towards Feng Yan, causing it to wrap around the woman's body in an instant.
Feng Yan couldn't react in time, and before she could even blink, she found herself bound tightly by the chain, which tightened even further.
She screamed out loud with fierce fire erupting from her, trying to break free, yet nothing happened except for an increased tightness of the chains binding her.
Her aura and cultivation level were being suppressed like a candle flame against a raging storm, and soon she became powerless. But her expression remained furious, her eyes blazing with anger.
"Zhen Yi! I shall never forgive you if my son dies! If you kill my son, then you should be prepared to bear my enmity until the end of your life!" Feng Yan shouted out angrily.
Zhen Yi snorted, his face cold and icy as he looked at his son, Zhen Yu, who stared back at him, his blood dripping from his mouth and onto the floor.
There was no fear in the boy's eyes, but rather they reflected only pure hatred and an extreme desire to kill. It was such a deadly gaze that if looks could kill, even Zhen Yi wouldn't have survived it.
But the patriarch paid no heed to the hatred in Zhen Yu's eyes. He instead grabbed the boy's neck with a single hand and lifted him up effortlessly like a feather.
"You unfilial son, to think that you would stoop so low as to rape the woman who was like your mother. Do you not have any shame at all?!" Zhen Yi asked, his tone filled with contempt.
Yet, Zhen Yu did not respond to him. Rather, his gaze became even more sinister, as if there was an evil beast lurking within his heart, waiting to escape and devour those who offended him.
This was the first time that Zhen Yi ever felt a hint of fear creeping up his back. The murderous intent that emanated from Zhen Yu was something he had never imagined before. This boy, this son of his, had never shown such a dangerous aura even in front of powerful opponents or fierce beasts.
And as the patriarch stared deep into Zhen Yu's eyes, his heart tightened. This boy, whom he had nurtured for so many years, did not seem like himself. There was something wrong with this scene, something he couldn't quite understand.
Feng Yan saw that her husband was about to make a huge mistake, and she screamed out in panic, "Zhen Yi! Please let my son go! You can punish me instead! Just please... please don't kill him..."
Her voice was full of despair and sadness, her eyes pleading as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Seeing this, Zhen Yi hesitated. For a moment, he considered letting the boy go, but then he remembered Hua Yi's helpless state and Zhen Yu's vicious look. No... his son was too dangerous to be left alone...
"Feng Yan, this is what you've said..." Zhen Yi said, looking at Feng Yan coldly. Then, turning back to Zhen Yu, without waiting for Feng Yan to react, Zhen Yi's fist descended on the young boy's abdomen.
CRACK!!
There was a loud sound as his fist struck Zhen Yu's stomach. A sharp cracking noise could be heard as the young boy's dantian shattered under the pressure. Blood splashed out from his mouth as Zhen Yu coughed heavily, his whole body turning limp and falling down to the ground.
"AAAAAA!!!! YU'ER!!!!!!!!!!"
Hearing her son's painful scream, Feng Yan felt the ground under her feet sway, and she couldn't help but scream in horror. She could only watch as Zhen Yi's fist struck her son's dantian, destroying his cultivation forever, sealing the future of the once prodigious boy.
Zhen Yu couldn't move as he lay there like a broken rag doll. His eyes turned bloodshot, and an expression of madness appeared on his face. He stared at the man standing over him and the woman lying on the bed, an ugly mix of pain, anguish, hatred, and murderous intent shining through.
Then with a soft whisper, he mumbled the words, "I'm... sorry... Mother..."
When those words left his mouth, Feng Yan saw her son's eyes close, and the boy lost consciousness.
Seeing this sight, Feng Yan lost her will to fight, and she let out a piercing cry of pain, as though her heart had been pierced.
Her blood ran cold as she sobbed, screaming and wailing, "Why did you do that? Why?! Why?!!! I'm asking you, why did you do that?! How can you... how can you... destroy your own son's cultivation like this? What kind of monster are you?!!! My Yu'er! My poor, innocent Yu'er... It's not... not fair... This is so unfair... My child... he never..."
She choked on her tears, unable to finish her sentence, her sobs loud and heartbreaking.
Hua Yi saw Zhen Yu lying there in a miserable state, and she smirked. 'My plan went well,' she thought. 'All those years of waiting paid off in the end. Now my Yang'er won't have anyone to threaten his position as the successor anymore.'