WHAT! I Have To Kill Heaven's Son To Live!-Chapter 167: Nightmare!

Reon stood over Miu Jiang. freēwēbnovel.com

The once-proud cultivator now lay crumpled on the ground—barely alive, more dead than breathing.

With a calm expression, Reon knelt slightly and slowly pulled his sword from Miu Jiang’s ruined mouth.

"AAAHHHGHH—!"

Miu Jiang tried to scream, his body twisting and thrashing in agony.

But his cries were nothing more than raspy whispers.

His vocal cords had been shredded by the blade—his scream died before it ever reached Reon’s ears.

Swish!

With a casual flick, he cleaned the blade of the blood and filth from inside Miu Jiang’s body.

’The life of a Golden Core cultivator is really something... You’re still not dead,’ Reon thought as he watched Miu Jiang thrashing violently across the ground.

’Well, that’s fine. I’ll just kill you slowly—piece by piece.’

He leaned in with a cruel smile.

"So... how did it feel? Your first time performing a deepthroat."

"Usually it’s girls doing that for you, right? But this time—didn’t my swor—I mean my dick feel better in your mouth."

WUWUWU! (Shut up, you lunatic! Who in their right mind would enjoy having a sword inside their mouth?)"

Reon laughed coldly.

"Oh, right. You can’t even talk now. Guess your shredded throat makes answering hard."

"No problem... I’ll just assume you loved it."

"Now then... shall we continue our little dance?" Reon said with a cold, unsettling smile, his voice as calm as ever.

Miu Jiang thrashed even more violently on the ground, his broken body convulsing in panic at those words.

Blood pooled beneath him, and terror flooded his eyes.

WUWUWUWU! (B-Bastard! Don’t come near me! Give me a healing pill—now! If you don’t, you’ll regret it! I’m the heir of the Elite-Class Miu Family!)

Reon tilted his head slightly, as if amused by the muffled cries.

"You’re really eager, aren’t you?" he said softly. "So impatient. I didn’t know you were the type to beg so quickly."

Then, he calmly sat down cross-legged on the blood-stained ground, just a few steps away from Miu Jiang.

"But I guess that’s expected. After all, you’ve been waiting for this moment, haven’t you?"

He glanced over at the thrashing man, his smile never fading.

"Still, you’re moving around too much. It’s starting to annoy me."

He glanced down at Miu Jiang’s right leg.

"So... this was the leg you tried to kick me with?" he muttered, his voice calm—almost curious.

Without a second thought, he raised his sword and drove it down, piercing straight through Miu Jiang’s right leg and pinning it deep into the earth.

AHHHHHHHH!

The scream that tore from Miu Jiang’s throat was broken and raw—nothing more than a hoarse rasp, barely louder than the wind.

WUWUWU! (You monster... you’ll pay for this!)

Reon crouched beside him, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"You’re squirming so much... it’s almost like you’re enjoying this," he whispered. "Shall we call this the foreplay?"

He gathered mana into his hand, focusing carefully as he pictured a small, burning flame in his mind.

Then, Reon muttered under his breath,

"Fireball."

Fwoosh!

In an instant, a glowing sphere of fire flared to life, hovering just above his palm—small, yet radiating intense heat and crackling with raw energy.

"Now then..."

Miu Jiang’s body tensed with dread the moment he saw the fire.

His eyes widened, full of fear.

WUWUWU! (W-What are you doing? Don’t you know who I am? The consequences—!)

Reon didn’t answer. He simply flicked his wrist.

Whoosh!

The fireball soared through the air and slammed into Miu Jiang’s crotch.

In the next moment—flames exploded across the lower half of his body.

Miu Jiang convulsed, twisting in pain, but his right leg was still pinned down by the sword—trapping him in place.

Desperately, he lashed out with his left leg, kicking violently as his body twisted uncontrollably.

WUWUWU! (P-Please! Brother! Big Brother! Stop! I’ll never... do anything like that again! I swear!)

"Those legs are a real nuisance," Reon said coldly.

With a swift motion, he pulled his sword free from Miu Jiang’s trapped right leg.

Blood poured out like a broken river.

Swoosh!

Before Miu Jiang could even react, Reon swung again, severing both legs at the knees in one clean cut.

WUUUUUUUUU!

WUUUUUUUHHHHH!

Miu Jiang screamed again—but no sound echoed through the forest.

His mouth stretched in agony, but the silence was deafening.

WU... WU... WU! (Please... some... one... any... one... save me from this... maniac!)

His broken, twisted body thrashed violently on the ground, a grotesque mess of pain and fear.

Reon crouched closer, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

"Now, the foreplay is done... but you’re still far too eager," he whispered, his voice dripping with madness.

He raised his sword once more and drove it down with brutal force, plunging it deep into Miu Jiang’s abdomen.

CRACK!

A sickening sound rang out—the shattering of Miu Jiang’s Initial Core.

"WUUUUUHHHH!"

A tortured scream ripped from Miu Jiang’s ravaged mouth, raw and broken—echoing with nothing but pure, hopeless terror.

As the scream forced its way out, his already torn lips split even wider, twisting his mangled face into a grotesque mask of agony.

This nightmare was beyond anything he could have ever imagined. Now, all he wanted was for it to end—for death to finally take him.

But—

Reon didn’t stop.

"Fireball!"

"Fireball!"

"Fireball!"

One after another, small balls of flame shot from Reon’s hand, raining down on Miu Jiang’s Dick.

Flames curled and coiled mercilessly, reducing everything between his legs to scorched ash.

Miu Jiang’s body convulsed uncontrollably in pure torment—pain so fierce even demons would shrink back in fear.

Finally, Reon whispered coldly,

"Fireball!"

He aimed the final burst at Miu Jiang’s eyes.

"Those filthy eyes needed to be cleansed," Reon said quietly, watching as the flames swallowed them whole.

"W... U... W... U!" (P-Plea... please... kill... me... already! Kill.. me! Kill... me! Kill... me! Ple...ase!)

Miu Jiang had never craved death so desperately.

A man who once clung to life with arrogance and pride was now begging for it to end.

The deeper his pain, the louder his plea—

For the first time, death felt like mercy.

He who once cherished life above all else...

Now feared surviving more than he ever feared dying.

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