"Uuu… Daddy, Mommy…!"
Under the night sky, a cute-looking little girl sat limply on the ground, staring blankly at the Flamewheel Forging Palace before her, which had turned into a scene straight out of an Asura hell.
"This can't be… This can't be… Why is this happening…"
Endless flames shot into the sky. Massive fire serpents, like envoys from hell, mercilessly harvested one fresh life after another.
Everything fell into the girl's eyes, yet she could only cry helplessly. Still so young, crying seemed to be the only thing she could do.
"Cough, cough, cough…! Everyone, run! Run! The demonic sword has completely lost control! If you stay here any longer, it's a dead end!"
Some survivors braved the blazing flames and poisonous fog, suppressing the fear in their hearts as they fled madly out of the Forging Palace.
'Thud, thud, thud…!'
Chaotic footsteps filled the noisy environment. Escapees ran past the little girl one after another, yet not a single person was willing to stop for this child who had not even reached the age of total angle.
"There's still a child here? Quick, take this child with us!"
After who knows how long, amid the cold and indifferent footsteps, a discordant voice suddenly appeared. Then, the little girl felt the light and shadow in front of her suddenly blocked by something.
Looking up, what entered the girl's pupils was a foxian woman. The young woman had light blue hair and a pair of emerald-green phoenix eyes.
At this moment, looking at the little girl before her, a trace of pity and worry could not help but appear on the foxian woman's pretty face. She reached out, wanting to hug her and take this little girl away from this dangerous place together.
"Asun! Don't touch that child!"
However, just as the foxian woman's palm was about to touch the little girl's shoulder, a furious roar suddenly came from behind the woman named Asun, forcefully interrupting her action.
"Duan Han, what do you mean by this?!"
Asun turned around and looked at Duan Han, who now wore a face full of anger. She furrowed her brows deeply, and a trace of anger also rose in her tone.
"Do you know who this child is?"
Duan Han suppressed his rage, his face gloomy as he walked up to Asun. He pointed at the tear-stained little girl on the ground and roared.
"Who is she?"
"Heh!"
Duan Han snorted coldly, then extended a finger and pointed at the little girl on the ground, introducing her word by word.
"She is Yun! Li! And her father is the culprit who caused this tragedy—Han Guang!"
"Han Guang's daughter?"
Upon hearing that the girl was actually Han Guang's daughter, a complicated look flashed in Asun's eyes. Even so, the kind-hearted her did not change her mind.
"So what if she is Han Guang's daughter? Disaster should not extend to family. Are you really going to make a little girl who hasn't even reached the age of total pay the price for her father's actions?!"
Facing the furious Duan Han before her, Asun rebuked him mercilessly. Her pair of fox ears stood straight up, clearly showing she had truly become angry.
"You…!"
Duan Han was rendered momentarily speechless by Asun's words, yet he had no intention of yielding. Instead, he fully displayed a character akin to that of a local thug and rascal.
"I don't care about that. Asun, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. This girl must pay for what her father has done."
"Don't force me to take action. Without the blessing of Path power, you are definitely not my opponent!"
As Duan Han roared, a Path power filled with destructive force erupted, enveloping the adult and child duo.
"[Destruction] Path, heh…"
Sensing the [Destruction] aura emanating from Duan Han's body, Asun gave a cold laugh and retorted with a face full of mockery.
"To think you are also a Pathstrider. You possess this power, yet instead of using it in the battle against the 'demons,' you turn it against your own people. What a useless piece of trash!"
"You… Say that again!"
Asun's words were like a sharp sword, deeply stabbing into Duan Han's heart and striking his sore spot perfectly.
"Heh! What if I say it again? You useless trash, don't think I don't know! In terms of talent, you are inferior to Ying Xing. In terms of strength, you are inferior to Han Guang. That's why in this vast Forging Palace, you can at most rank as third-rate."
Looking at Duan Han, whose face had already turned pitch black, Asun spat fiercely and mercilessly exposed his old background, tearing away that final layer of shame.
"Now that Ying Xing has left the Zhuming Xianzhou, and Han Guang will definitely pay a heavy price for tonight's events, your chance has come. As long as you take him and his family together…"
"Shut your mouth!"
Before Asun could finish speaking, a furious roar rang out, followed by a palm wind striking. An attack imbued with [Destruction] Path power mercilessly landed on Asun's shoulder.
'Bang—!'
A dull sound rang out. Asun, who had been protecting Yunli behind her, was instantly sent flying backward like a kite with its string cut, finally landing on the bluestone floor four or five meters away.
The enraged and humiliated Duan Han made no attempt to hide his actions. He directly sent Asun flying with a heavy strike, smashing her onto the ground. As a result, the commotion at the Forging Palace finally drew the attention of more people.
"What's happening over there? Was that just now… Miss Asun?"
"Why? Why did that guy Duan Han attack Miss Asun?!"
"Something's off. That's [Destruction] Path power. He even used Path power. Could he have gone demonic?"
"Tch, [Destruction] Path, the power of the Scourge of Extinction's ancestor. I knew this guy was no good…"
"..."
Seeing this scene, the number of onlookers gradually increased. After all, watching drama and eating melons was human nature.
This nature even temporarily surpassed the rationality of those present in a short time, causing those who should have been fleeing for their lives to stop and watch.
Listening to the waves of discussion coming from all around, Duan Han, who had been in a state of rage, suddenly felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over him. A chill shot straight to the top of his head. Immediately afterward, several drops of cold sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the bluestone-brick ground.
At this very moment, Asun, who had been sent flying by his palm, struggled to sit up from the ground.
Having suffered a massive external impact, the foxian woman's face was deathly pale, and traces of blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth. At this moment, she was looking at Duan Han with a miserable smile.
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