Shangguan Yulin cackled in his mind, rapture clearly painted on his face, his eyes obsessed with turning those twisted thoughts into reality that he was already picturing Zhuo Fan bleeding, even as the attack had yet to land. Shangguan Yulin was actually looking forward to what came, snickering to himself as he pictured Zhuo Fan hanging from a rack with hooks in him. The grip on Zhuo Fan’s shoulder would be so tight, all the bones would snap like twigs. Though that wasn’t to say the process was pain free. No matter how sixth elder was raging and his attack seemed deadly, it was only meant to seize and not kill. Shangguan Yulin snickered, relishing his mortal enemy’s plight. Yet it didn’t seem to affect him, as if he chose to stay put, if that smile was anything to go by. Late Genesis Stage power slammed into Zhuo Fan and pinned him on the spot. He shot for Zhuo Fan, bearing his bloodthirsty palm on Zhuo Fan, to grab him. He was now thinking of nothing else but catching this traitor and giving him a re-education he wouldn’t forget. In short, he was oblivious of Zhuo Fan and the Shangguan clan’s deal. Since he was too busy carving into Shangguan Yulin in here, he was not part of Zhuo Fan’s enlightening and inexorable speech held outside. He hardly talked with Zhuo Fan in the Gu household and knew how things transpired, thus labeling him as a double agent as well. All that came out was vitriol and bloodlust, “Sixth elder, he is the reason why we lost so many people in the Flying Cloud manor! He gave us a fake map! Sir has to grab him and avenge them all!” He would never accept it and would do anything to justify this fact to himself, to the point of being incapable of thinking basic questions as to why Zhuo Fan could just strut in here. The same guy he viewed as inferior, as a mere smudge towards his glorious future ended up being an expert in deep disguise. In any case, while the entire event was made clear to any casual observer, he was still stuck in the past, blinded with his head stuck in the sand. Or maybe his obsession with Shangguan Qingyan, who ended up getting close to Zhuo Fan, that he couldn’t overcome. It stemmed from his deep disdain of Zhuo Fan from the very start he just couldn’t let go of it. This was none other than Shangguan Yulin’s pride talking. What emperor would prostrate to a filthy flea-ridden beggar?Įveryone had their limits, whether aware of it or not. It was a humiliation this young master could never ever accept. The thing that took the last straw was that the punk faked being some bigshot demonic cultivator to toy with him and even had to knock his head on the floor for that. Looking at the insufferable smug face and that demeaning smile, he’d want for nothing more than to tear him apart piece by bloody piece. Shangguan Yulin’s fury only grew as all his failures came to mind. What was worse, he now had no future, all because of this demon, Gu Yifan. Everyone despised him, everyone hated him. He was now so revolting, none saw him as a human being anymore. He betrayed the Shangguan clan and was now under their strict and creative torture, while also losing his value to Shangguan Feiyun. It all went down the drain the minute Gu Yifan popped into the picture. It was all this guy’s fault that he, Shangguan Yulin, had his bright future as a double agent ruined. Soon though, none of it even mattered, not when the hatred of revenge took over his faculties and was reduced to just crunching his teeth in rage. Questions upon questions filled Shangguan Yulin’s mind, yet there was no answer to lift the confusion, no sign to clear his doubts. Since every Shangguan clansman saw him as a traitor, it made not one ounce of sense for him to just waltz in here. Shangguan Yulin’s pulse quickened, his eyes widened, his face bore shock.
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