Piaomiao shot a sidelong glance at Zhao Changhe, finding it somehow odd that he was this clever. Everything about him, whether it be the way he looked or the way he fought, painted him clearly as a man accustomed only to brute force and deadly struggle.1

Yet, the memories she had reluctantly gleaned from Yangyang told her otherwise; the man was indeed startlingly intelligent.0

The hesitation came primarily from her reluctance to delve into Cui Yuanyang’s memories. Each contact brought forth a nauseating flood of affection, and she felt it capable of subtly shifting her own emotions over time.0

At the mere thought, a wave of sudden irritation washed over Piaomiao. Without hesitation, she slammed a ferocious fist into Papiyas’ face.0

Papiyas, who had just been about to speak, had his words shoved right back down his throat with this vicious blow. His ethereal form twisted grotesquely, but the Soul-Shackling Chain tightened mercilessly with each distortion, keeping him firmly bound.0

Testing the waters with a rub of her knuckles, Piaomiao advanced.0

A relentless cacophony of explosions echoed, mingling with haunting screams. Zhao Changhe dashed away at full speed, retreating several dozen li before finally stopping to peer back from beneath a shielding palm, his expression twisting oddly.0

Piaomiao was clearly venting all the fury she had accumulated onto Papiyas, along with perhaps a touch of resentment for having been chained so long. Watching the earth split and mountains crumble from afar, Zhao Changhe judged that even his own incredibly tough body would never survive such an onslaught. Papiyas, though, proved worthy of having an undying body. Aside from his agonizing cries, his aura hardly diminished. Judging by appearances, Piaomiao still had plenty of time and stamina to vent.0

Serves him right… The real Piaomiao is kind-hearted. Even when she kills, she makes it quick and clean. Torture isn’t her style. You’re the one who drove her to madness and...0