The cobblestone street, once a scene of bustling trade and festive joy, had become a stagnant theater of dread.
Ye Feng groaned beneath the iron grip of Shen Haoran, his face pressed against the jade-infused pavement.
Haoran, however, was not listening to the man's pleas, his mind already acting in a cold, calculating way, and already running simulations of the events to come.
He stared at Ye Feng with a clinical curiosity that would have chilled the blood of a Saint.
'How much damage can he take before the Heavens start to interfere?' he wondered.
This was a variable he had yet to fully test, and honestly, it is also a great research material.
In his previous encounter with Jian Chen, the heaven was quite adamant on protecting him when Haoran was about to end his life.
However, it also did nothing to prevent Haoran from finding him.
