Manipulative Harem God

"What... what is this?" Lian Shen stammered, his voice tinged with bewilderment.

However, Zhang Wei had no time to provide an explanation. He had mere seconds before his body would be unable to bear the overwhelming surge of power.

Boom!

Shockwaves reverberated through the air as Zhang Wei moved with lightning speed, instantly capturing Lian Shen.

!!

Lian Shen's eyes bulged wide with terror, sensing the grip of a hand on his neck once more.

A torrent of crackling lightning encircled Zhang Wei's body, searing through the air and penetrating Lian Shen's very being.

Before he could comprehend the terror unfolding, his body began to boil, as if immersed in scalding water.

"Ahhh!"

A pained scream erupted from Lian Shen's lips as Zhang Wei forcefully yanked his own hand away, severing it from Lian Shen's body.

*Splurt!*

Blood gushed forth in a gruesome display, splattering like a fountain. Not content, Zhang Wei deftly adjusted his grip and proceeded to extract Lian Shen's other hand, subjecting him to unspeakable agony.

"Nooooo—aahhhhhhh!"

Lian Shen's face drained of color, his visage reflecting sheer terror.

The sudden and devastating turn of events caught him off guard, leaving him utterly defenseless.

The lightning coursing through his entire being tore him from inside, carving multiplying, abyssal wounds upon his skin and reducing his once-noble form to the charred remains of a carcass.

.....

Rose's eyes shot wide open, captivated by the astonishing spectacle unfolding in a matter of mere seconds. The Xu siblings stood beside her, their jaws dropping in awe, while Raven remained frozen in shock.

*Thud!*

The sudden, jarring thud of Zhang Wei's body hitting the ground jolted them back to reality.

"Zhang Wei!?" Rose exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief. Leaving Wu Xue in Raven's care, she rushed to check on their fallen comrade.

"What happened to him!?" she anxiously whispered, her hands frantically searching for vital signs.

Her heart skipped a beat, only to settle into a relieved rhythm when she felt his still-beating heart.

Xu Jiali approached, her concern palpable. "Is he okay?"

Rose shook her head, a mix of worry and uncertainty clouding her features. "His breathing is normal; perhaps he simply fainted. I'm not sure."

The barrier cast by Lian Shen earlier shattered into fragments, a metaphorical echo of the chaos that had just ensued.

Beyond the shattered barrier, the flashing lights of police cars hinted at the external turmoil that paralleled their own internal struggle.

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The commotion had seized everyone's attention, yet amidst the frenzy, no one seemed to notice any abnormalities in their surroundings—except for a lone Bentley parked nearby, its reported leap from a bridge lingering in the air like an enigma.

*Crack!*

When the barrier abruptly dissipated, revealing the once-lush scenery transformed into charred wasteland, a collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the crowd.

The sudden metamorphosis left them all dumbfounded, their gazes torn between the burnt land and the individuals now exposed.

"Chief! There are corpses!" a young policeman exclaimed, his voice tinged with surprise.

"What!?"

"Corpses?"

"There are corpses!?"

His words triggered a cascade of reactions, all eyes now focused on the figures within, overshadowing the altered landscape.

"Let me have a look! Everyone back away, and don't take any action until I give the order!" Huang Kai commanded, quickly spotting one of the figures.

'What is he doing here? Did he create this mess?' Huang Kai pondered, his gaze shifting to Zhang Wei. Meanwhile, Rose stood, squinting in surprise at the numerous guns aimed their way, reflecting the shimmering lights.

Huang Kai approached them, an ominous premonition settling in.

However, instead of immediately interrogating or apprehending them, he did something unexpected—*click*—he snapped a picture of the unconscious Zhang Wei and promptly sent it to someone, followed by a swift call to the same number.

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Leng Yan, who happened to be in the bureau at that very moment, received the message from Huang Kai and couldn't help but furrow her brows in annoyance.

"Why am I the one supposed to take care of this?" she muttered to herself, her irritation growing as Huang Kai's incoming call interrupted her thoughts.

Reluctantly, she sighed and, after a brief one-minute conversation, snatched her car keys and headed towards Westlake.

She wasn't a babysitter by any means, but she couldn't simply ignore such a significant development.

Moreover, an unsettling thought gnawed at her mind. If Zhang Wei were to meet an unfortunate end, what would become of them?

What were the implications of their involvement in this situation?

He had never clarified, leaving them all in a state of uncertainty.

As her Audi roared through the dimly lit night streets, Leng Yan couldn't shake off the feeling that they were hurtling towards something far bigger than they could ever anticipate.

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An hour had slipped by, and within the opulent mansion nestled in the prestigious Mansion Row, near the bustling university district, the room was illuminated solely by the soft moonlight.

On a grand bed, Zhang Wei lay in an unconscious slumber, his presence dominating the space, flanked by two women who bore the weight of an extraordinary night.

A gentle breeze swept through the open windows, its tendrils playing with strands of violet hair as Leng Yan moved to close them.

With a sense of purpose, she ensured that the biting cold of the night remained outside, casting the room in a tranquil glow.

"What do we do to wake him up?" Rose inquired, her voice carrying a note of concern as she took her place on the edge of the bed, her eyes fixed on Zhang Wei's serene yet motionless form.

She was still a novice in the realms of cultivation, and the complexity of the situation weighed heavily on her.

Leng Yan turned around, her brow furrowing as her mind worked tirelessly to decipher their next course of action.

Then, a determined look crossed her face. "...Take off his clothes," she instructed with an air of urgency.

Rose blinked, caught off guard by the request, but without hesitation, she set to work, carefully undressing Zhang Wei.

These were the same clothes they had used to clothe him after the chaotic battle that had unfolded at Westlake, the remnants of which had left his attire in tatters.

Leng Yan had ensured his dignity remained intact by reattiring him before transporting him here.

Now, behind closed doors, the need for a thorough examination took precedence.