Back For My Daughter

The moment when Ye Qian's fist which had been carrying barely even half of the intensity of the Pridid Fire hit his bony hand which still held onto Yuan Meng's wrist, there was no kind of crackling sound that came from Corpse General's arm which indicated his bone-shattering in the least.

In fact, given that his bones were strong enough that Ye Qian was not even able to break them while using his current peak strength gave him quite a lot of confidence that even not the result would not be any different.

Although he felt quite dreadful seeing the small flame burning on Ye Qian's fist, he had always thought that this was some kind of technique which would be used only under heavy toll and would most likely result in the deterioration of the life of this young man.

Although he didn't get the time to think under the dreadful aura which he was surrounded with as he stared at the flame which threatened him to a degree to not even make a move, he still understood that something which was this power to be obtained by someone as young as this person who he had clashed a few times with, this power would definitely not be something that he could even use willingly, if not the dealing with him would have been quite easy for this young man with tremendous strength which he even felt wary of if not for his strong body.

And given that he had been adept in strategy and wars during ancient times he could grasp these few points within an instance.

But he would have never thought that the moment the burning fist hit on his arm, rather than having his arm shatter which he had expected the most, he didn't even feel any kind of discomfort.

And that was until he was suddenly blasted a few meters away from the vehicle.

And then suddenly he felt something which he had not felt for close to a thousand years.

Something which he had almost lost what it was, it was only when he felt the sensation making him feel as if his soul and body were slowly being bit by bit by bit via something, he would not have remembered this kind of feeling returning to his body after close to a thousand years of his death.

In fact, the moment he died, he didn't feel any kind of feeling at all and thus, it had been quite a long time even before his death since he didn't feel such kind of sensation in his body.

He had strength enough to topple tens of men with his bare hands, and given his position, there was anyone who would have the courage to hurt him.

Of course, it was when he had the strength before he was still someone who would be easily trampled upon and had felt this kind of sensation in his body.

But it was also quiet long before his death, in fact, his death had been quite cold as a powerful spear which had been made by the strongest steel they could possibly make during his time, as if purged right through his chest, instantly making him lose his life.

It was so instant that even before he could have heard any kind of whooshing sound coming towards him the spear had plunged into his chest ripping his heart as he was completely engrossed in the darkness.

Only after a few moments when he saw Ye Qian smash himself upon the hood of the car and was pulled by Yuan Meng did he finally remember what feeling it was that continued to increase all over his body.

It was PAIN.

Something that he had almost lost what it would feel like.

In fact, it was not wrong for him to feel like such, it was because he didn't feel any kind of sensation even when he was smashed upon his chest by Ye Qian's powerful fist which would have been easily able to decimate a concrete wall which was about a meter thick.

He let out a miserable groan from his bony throat, as the sensation filled his entire body.

He saw that the seemingly tiny fire which was on the young man's fist just now had latched itself upon his arm where it hit.

And then as he groaned in misery which filled all of his body and soul while letting out shrieks that he never imagined he would ever feel as the tiny flame continued to burn his bony arm little by little into nothing.

He tossed and turned on the ground and even tried to rub the fire from his hand as he saw his fingers slowly getting burned off not even leaving behind any kind of smoke or ash.

Right now he was clearly able to feel the intense amount of pain which was so much that he didn't dare to compare it to anything he would have gone through.

Even when his master had smashed him in anger upon the walls of the cave he had not felt even anything.

But right now, the sensation of several thousands of ants biting him made him feel as if he was in hell.

And with each flash of a moment, the pain only continued o multiply by many folds.

It felt as if not only was the fire burning his bony hand, but also a part of his soul.

A soul which had been forcefully kept within his body for a millennium by various kinds of magical methods performed by his master.

But as the pain continued along with the burning of the fire on his bone, there was also something growing in his dead heart.

It was anger and remorse towards someone.

Someone who he thought was nothing by an extremely pitiful mortal whom he could kill with nothing but just a flick of his finger if he were to remember it a while ago, a time when an incense stick burned completely.

But as time went on, and as he faced this young man more, the dread and fear also continued to rise.

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