Heavens' Laughter-Chapter 116: Trophy

Bai Ning’s mind was racing.

The force of the blow should have crushed any normal person’s skull, but the young man remained unfazed, his expression as maddeningly calm as ever.

"Just die for me!" Bai Ning roared as he shifted his technique.

His hands transformed into razor-sharp talons, resembling the deadly claws of an eagle, glinting with Qi as they slashed through the air.

Bai Ning swiped viciously at the young man standing before him, fully intending to tear flesh and bone apart.

But as they closed the distance, a heartbeat away from impact, Feng Shen’s body lowered in a sudden, fluid motion, faster than the eye could track.

And before Bai Ning could react…

Feng Shen’s head shot forward like a predator striking its prey. With inhuman precision, his bare teeth clamped down on the glowing Qi talons, the crackling energy struggling against his jaw.

Bai Ning’s eyes widened in shock. "What the—!"

A sickening crunch followed as Feng Shen bit through the Qi talons, tearing them from those hands with brutal force.

The energy shattered like glass, leaving fragments of glowing Qi dissipating into the air.

Bai Ning stumbled back, clutching his now bloodied hands, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Feng Shen straightened, spitting out the remnants of Qi. His lips curled into a cruel smile.

"You should’ve focused on sharpening your Qi," he mocked, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement.

It was then that Feng Shen raised his right leg with a deliberate slowness, before swinging it with the force of a hurricane.

The impact was immediate and devastating.

Bai Ning’s body jerked violently as the kick connected with his side, the sheer force lifting his hefty frame off the ground.

He went flying through the air like a ragdoll, the wind knocked from his lungs in a guttural grunt.

"Damn it!" Bai Ning growled, his instincts kicking in as he flailed midair.

Desperation clawed at him as he summoned his Qi technique, Wings of the Sky. Ethereal wings, shimmering with energy, unfurled from his back in an instant.

With a powerful downward flap, the Qi wings cut through the air, generating enough resistance to slow Bai Ning’s uncontrolled trajectory.

He fought to stabilize himself, flapping harder against the momentum.

Sweat beaded on Bai Ning’s forehead as he strained to straighten his position, finally managing to hover a few feet off the ground.

He glared over at the young man, his chest heaving with exertion. "You think a cheap shot like that will finish me?" he snarled.

Feng Shen tilted his head. "You’ve got a little fight in you, after all. Good." He stretched his arms lazily, as if warming up for the next strike:

"But let’s see how long those wings can keep you straight, shall we?"

Before Feng Shen could make his next move, a sudden rush of air brushed against the back of his neck. His eyes darted sharply downward, instincts screaming a warning.

From the ground below, a figure emerged.

Ren Zu, shot up from beneath the earth like a specter.

Feng Shen barely had a moment to register the movement before he felt a vice-like grip wrap around his leg.

"What the—!" He hissed, but before he could react or leap to safety…

Ren Zu yanked him with tremendous force.

The next instant, Feng Shen’s body was hurled sideways, crashing into a nearby pile of lifeless bodies. The impact scattered the corpses, their twisted forms toppling over him.

Ren Zu stepped fully out of the ground, dirt falling from his shoulders as he brushed himself off.

A faint smile played on his lips. "Sorry I’m a little late," he said calmly. "You caught me off guard earlier."

The faint glow of Ren Zu’s Qi dissipated from his body, the technique of Mole fading away. He let out a quiet sigh.

Getting back, Bai Ning landed beside his comrade with a heavy thud:

"Good thing you’re back. Because we’re gonna need to take him out together. His body… it’s tough. Really tough."

"You’re right." Ren Zu cracked his fingers with a faint, amused chuckle. He glanced at the First Prince.

"Your Highness, if I may speak so rudely…" He cleared his throat, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips:

"If you could just start running and leave this one to us, it would make our job much easier."

The First Prince’s throat tightened as he let those words sank in. He didn’t speak; instead, he merely nodded, his eyes wide with disbelief, his mind struggling to process what was unfolding in front of him.

For a brief moment, all he could hear was the pounding of his own heartbeat.

And so, without a word, the First Prince turned, his legs propelling him forward, his feet pounding the ground as he sprinted away.

His movements were frantic, a desperate attempt to put distance between himself and that demon.

The First Prince’s pride, his title, everything that once defined him, seemed to melt away as he focused solely on escaping.

He didn’t care if anyone saw him; his survival was the only thing that mattered now.

"Now~ good thing that man-child is gone, huh?" Bai Ning remarked, watching as the First Prince’s figure grew smaller in the distance.

He allowed his gaze to drift back to the pile of bodies.

Ren Zu’s expression hardened, his stance tense as he eyed their opponent. "Just shut up and focus."

Seconds later…

"Wow~ so rude…" Feng Shen, half-buried in the pile of bodies, pushed himself up with a low growl, his eyes narrowing at both mercenaries:

"I can’t believe I let someone so inferior toss me around…"

Feng Shen’s golden eyes darkened in an instant, the light within them fading as a deep, simmering anger began to burn.

His pride had been wounded, and it was a sensation he wasn’t accustomed to.

Feng Shen had been thrown around like a mere plaything in the Upper Realm. A realm that, in his eyes, was weak and beneath him.

He couldn’t allow such an insult to stand. Not when he considered himself above all of them.

Feng Shen shot forward, his speed nearly blurring the air:

"I will not let my trophy escape!"

The moment they saw such a move, both mercenaries reacted in tandem. They both shot forward.

In the blink of an eye, they all collided.

A gust of wind exploded outward, throwing dust and debris into the air. The ground beneath their feet trembled as the impact reverberated through the earth.

For a brief moment, it felt as if time itself had slowed.

Feng Shen’s golden eyes flashed with contempt as he gripped both of their hands with an ironclad hold.

His teeth ground together as he strained against their combined strength.

For a moment, the two mercenaries managed to hold their ground…

However, Feng Shen spat saliva straight at the two mercenaries, hitting them square in the face.

"What!?" Both mercenaries shouted in disbelief, caught completely off guard.

The brief moment of disgust and confusion was enough to throw them off balance, their focus slipping for just an instant.

That was all Feng Shen needed.

Before the mercenaries could even fully react…

Feng Shen’s hands gripped them both with a crushing force, his strength overwhelming.

He lifted them effortlessly and slammed them into the ground.

A moment later, Feng Shen was gone. The wind whistled past him, and the ground beneath his feet seemed to vanish with every stride.

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Within moments, he closed the distance, his eyes locking onto the target ahead.

There, struggling in a frantic attempt to flee, was the First Prince, stumbling over his own feet, tripping and scrambling as his movements became more erratic:

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit!!!"

Feng Shen showed his teeth. "Found you!" He called out.

The First Prince’s eyes widened as he realized he had nowhere to run, and the shadow loomed ever closer.

"Don’t kill me! I’ll give you anything else! I’ll even cut off my arm, cripple myself. Anything but dying! I beg you!" His voice cracked with desperation, as he turned, pleading.

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The First Prince’s feet tangled beneath him as he stumbled over a small rock, and with a gasp, he crashed to the ground.

His body tumbled forward in a messy heap, his face scraping against the dirt.

The First Prince’s breath came in ragged gasps as he lay there, helpless, struggling to push himself up:

"Please… No… Don’t… Kill… Me…"

Not wanting to let this moment slip away, Feng Shen closed in with a final, lethal surge.

In an instant, his Qi surged through the air, and with a swift, controlled motion, he severed the First Prince’s head from his body.

The sound of slicing through flesh was drowned out by the sudden spray of blood.

The First Prince’s body jerked violently before it collapsed backward with a heavy thud, lifeless and still, as the head rolled to a stop nearby.

Feng Shen slowed his speed. With a casual stride, he walked over to the severed head, bending down to scoop it up in his hand:

"There’s my trophy."