Fate-Defying Demon Emperor-Chapter 117: The End

Gourd Valley, situated outside the outer gates of the Seven Stars Sect, was a remote area with rugged terrain and scant Spiritual Energy. Few disciples ever ventured here.

But now, in the center of Gourd Valley, stood an iron pillar. Chained to this pillar was a man drenched in blood.

His entire body was bleeding profusely, and his clothes were long since torn to shreds. Vicious whip marks, so deep that bone was visible, created a horrific and nerve-wracking sight.

This blood-soaked man was none other than Ning Feifan!

CRACK! 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

A Thorn Iron Whip lashed down, carving another deep gash into Ning Feifan’s body.

Blood trickled down, forming a small puddle at his feet. The pungent, metallic stench filled the air, attracting swarms of flies.

"Wang Ziming, are you a woman? With such little strength, you couldn’t even scratch an itch for your grandpa here!"

Ning Feifan lifted his head, his bloodshot eyes glaring daggers at Wang Ziming, filled with unyielding defiance.

In the past few days, he had been spending his time either cultivating or gathering information, hoping to help Su Han find news about Qian Xuan and Su Tian. Unexpectedly, he had been lured into a trap by Wang Ziming and captured.

Not only did Wang Ziming possess the strength of the Seventh Layer of the Heavenly Human Realm, but he was also a prodigy on the Qingyun Ranking. Ning Feifan was no match for him and had been beaten severely. However, Wang Ziming hadn’t killed him. Instead, he had subjected him to this private torture, leaving him in this wretched state.

"You damned fatty, keep talking tough. I’d like to see how long you can last!"

Wang Ziming’s handsome, fair face was now twisted with malice. He gripped the Thorn Iron Whip and began relentlessly lashing Ning Feifan.

The whip seared his skin, the pain excruciating.

Ning Feifan’s body shuddered violently as a deep lash tore across his face, splitting the skin and flesh. Blood streamed down, making him look particularly ferocious and terrifying.

Yet he merely clenched his teeth, his hate-filled eyes locked on Wang Ziming.

"Wang Ziming, if you don’t kill me today, I swear I will return the favor a hundredfold in the future!"

Hearing this, Wang Ziming’s expression turned ugly, so dark it seemed as if venom could drip from it.

"Fine. Just fine. In that case, I’ll kill you today!"

Anger blazed in Wang Ziming’s eyes. He channeled Spiritual Energy into the Thorn Iron Whip, enhancing its power until it could shatter a mountain with a single blow.

CRACK!

With this strike, Wang Ziming ferociously whipped Ning Feifan’s Dantian. Instantly, Ning Feifan’s body arched like a shrimp, his eyes bulging as if they were about to burst.

His Dantian had been shattered by the blow!

With his Dantian destroyed, Ning Feifan’s journey of Martial Arts had come to an end. From this day forward, he would be unable to cultivate—a cripple.

"Without a Dantian, let’s see how you plan to get revenge on me. Fatso, you can hold on to your miserable life a little longer. Once that brat Su Han arrives, the two of you can die together!"

Wang Ziming gloated, his heart filled with vicious satisfaction as he pictured the tragic deaths of Su Han and Ning Feifan.

"Hahaha, you think you can kill my boss? Even Qian Yuan died at my boss’s hands. Who the hell do you think you are?"

Ning Feifan laughed loudly, spitting a mouthful of bloody froth onto Wang Ziming’s face. Although Wang Ziming was skilled, he was no match for Su Han. Seeking vengeance against him was no different from throwing an egg against a rock.

"You dare spit in my face, you fat bastard!"

Wang Ziming wiped the bloody spittle from his face and exploded with rage. He swung the Thorn Iron Whip again, flaying Ning Feifan until not a single patch of his skin was left unscathed.

"Leave him alive for now. Don’t kill him!"

Just then, a melodious voice, like the song of a nightingale, rang out. A silhouette in red appeared nearby.

It was a woman of breathtaking beauty. She wore a long red gown that accentuated her graceful figure, long legs, and snow-white skin. Her long red hair cascaded over her shoulders like flickering flames.

She had a pair of beautiful, crimson eyes that shone like dazzling rubies, a high-bridged nose, vibrant red lips, and pearly teeth. Most notably, a tiny cinnabar mole rested between her eyebrows, making her exquisite face all the more gorgeous and enchantingly seductive.

"Luo... Hongyi!"

Upon seeing the woman in red, Ning Feifan was stunned for a moment before his pupils shrank and he drew in a sharp breath. He had been gathering information these past few days and had learned about the famous figures within the Seven Stars Sect. Luo Hongyi was one of them.

Luo Hongyi was a Star Disciple of Tianji Peak, granting her high status and great power. She was a Seventh-Layer expert of the Phenomenon Realm who possessed the Crimson Flame Emperor Body. Furthermore, she was ranked tenth on the Qingyun Ranking, making her a standout in both innate talent and strength. Like Lu Yunxian, she was also one of the Four Beauties of Qingzhou.

But what is Luo Hongyi doing here? She’s a Star Disciple from Tianji Peak, while Wang Ziming is a disciple of Tianxuan Peak. How could the two of them possibly be connected?

"Senior Sister Hongyi, he just provoked me. Rest assured, I won’t kill him before Su Han arrives," Wang Ziming said, ceasing his assault and putting on a fawning smile upon seeing Luo Hongyi. "I’ve already sent word to him, and he’s on his way. Once he arrives, I’ll make sure he understands what it means to wish you were dead. Daring to defy my Senior Brother Qian Xuan... he must have a death wish!"

Luo Hongyi’s delicate face was now filled with intense murderous intent, as if Su Han were her sworn enemy.

"Luo Hongyi and Qian Xuan!"

Looking at Luo Hongyi, Ning Feifan’s mind raced. Sifting through the information he had gathered, he quickly deduced the reason for her appearance.

I’ve heard gossip that Luo Hongyi has always been pursuing Qian Xuan, but he pays her little mind. Could she be targeting my boss because of him?

Ning Feifan’s heart jolted; he could think of no other reason.

Qian Xuan was not only highly talented and powerful but also extremely handsome. Countless women adored him. Although Luo Hongyi was one of the Four Beauties of Qingzhou, she was also one of his many admirers.

She had been present at the sect’s grand competition and had witnessed Su Han’s defiance of Qian Xuan, which made her harbor a grudge. Thus, she took the initiative to approach Wang Ziming and had him lure Su Han out. It was difficult to act within the Seven Stars Sect, but out here in Gourd Valley, it was a lawless place where cries for help would go unanswered. With her strength at the Seventh Layer of the Phenomenon Realm, she was confident she could easily kill Su Han. By doing so, there would be no need for the three-month agreement, and she would have avenged her Senior Brother Qian Xuan.

Maybe Senior Brother Qian Xuan will take a liking to me because of this. We could even become Cultivation Partners someday, living together in harmony!

A woman in unrequited love could be terrifying, and Luo Hongyi was a perfect example. To win Qian Xuan’s favor, she was willing to violate the sect’s rules, utterly consumed by her obsession. But her strength was undeniable. If Su Han came, his chances of survival were slim.

Boss, you can’t come! You have to stay away! Ning Feifan prayed inwardly, willing to sacrifice himself rather than see Su Han killed.

Unfortunately, the heavens did not hear his prayers. Soon, Su Han’s figure appeared in Gourd Valley.

It’s over! Seeing Su Han’s figure, Ning Feifan’s face turned ashen, and his heart sank into despair.