216: Chapter 216 I don't know

Xu Yingying's voice trembled, fragmented, as if every word required immense effort to utter.

She clutched her chest tightly, where waves of intense pain were radiating, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at her.

Looking at Han Fei's increasingly gloomy expression, she felt as if her heart were being pierced by knives, filled with agony.

"Did you really betray me?"

Han Fei asked in a low, furious voice, his gaze locked tightly onto the woman before him—his childhood sweetheart, Xu Yingying, whom he had known since they were young and with whom he shared a bond as close as siblings.

Why would Xu Yingying betray him? They had promised since childhood to become cultivation partners.

Was it simply because his strength was weak?

"Little Fei, Yingying had no choice but to do this to avenge her father! It's all Yingying's fault; Yingying shouldn't have used her own body to trade for a chance at revenge… Wuwuwu… Yingying regrets it so much now…"

Facing Han Fei's knife-sharp gaze, Xu Yingying ultimately could not withstand the guilt and self-reproach in her heart, and she tearfully confessed everything.

Her sobbing was filled with endless despair and heart-wrenching pain.

"You actually betrayed me!"

Han Fei's face flushed red with anger, his eyes almost spitting fire.

He could not accept this cruel fact; the rage in his heart was instantly ignited, and he seemed to fall into a state of madness.

"Jie jie, kid, look at that painful expression of yours! It really is delightful! To tell you the truth, in my bedchamber, that so-called cultivation partner of yours, Xu Yingying, is completely obedient and compliant to me in every way!"

Standing to the side and watching coldly, Leng Qianming suddenly let out a sinister and cunning laugh.

He indulged in Han Fei's pain, even deliberately adding fuel to the fire, attempting to further stimulate Han Fei's nerves.

At this moment, Leng Qianming seemed to finally understand the gratification felt by the Pretty Boy who had snatched away his former fiancée, Li Yue.

Looking at the grief-stricken, irrational Han Fei and the remorseful Xu Yingying before him, a twisted sense of satisfaction surged in his heart.

"You are courting death!"

Han Fei's hair stood on end from rage, and a biting killing intent radiated from his entire body. His eyes, originally clear, had now become extremely cold and ruthless, staring fixedly at Leng Qianming before him.

"Pretty Boy, what? Do you want to hear more? I can tell you every detail. That adorable childhood sweetheart of yours, in order to please me, was actually willing to put on that sexy and charming black gauze dress… And it's the very one she's wearing right now!"

Leng Qianming's lips curled into a playful smirk, dragging out his words intentionally, as if wanting to fully enjoy the pleasure brought by Han Fei's angry expression.

Facing the nearly out-of-control Han Fei, Leng Qianming felt secretly proud.

He simply enjoyed seeing others in pain, angry, yet helpless, and at this moment, Han Fei happened to be his best object of amusement.

"I beg you, stop talking, don't say anymore!"

Xu Yingying, standing to the side, was already covered in tears, her beautiful face flushed red with shame.

She truly could not bear Leng Qianming's shameless verbal insults and just wanted to escape this embarrassing place as soon as possible.

However, her feet felt as if they were nailed to the ground, unable to move.

"Little… Fei, I…"

Xu Yingying's voice trembled, fragmented, as if every word required immense effort to utter.

She clutched her chest tightly, where waves of intense pain were radiating, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at her.

Looking at Han Fei's increasingly gloomy expression, she felt as if her heart were being pierced by knives, filled with agony.

"Did you really betray me?"

Han Fei asked in a low, furious voice, his gaze locked tightly onto the woman before him—his childhood sweetheart, Xu Yingying, whom he had known since they were young and with whom he shared a bond as close as siblings.

Why would Xu Yingying betray him? They had promised since childhood to become cultivation partners.

Was it simply because his strength was weak?

"Little Fei, Yingying had no choice but to do this to avenge her father! It's all Yingying's fault; Yingying shouldn't have used her own body to trade for a chance at revenge… Wuwuwu… Yingying regrets it so much now…"

Facing Han Fei's knife-sharp gaze, Xu Yingying ultimately could not withstand the guilt and self-reproach in her heart, and she tearfully confessed everything.

Her sobbing was filled with endless despair and heart-wrenching pain.

"You actually betrayed me!"

Han Fei's face flushed red with anger, his eyes almost spitting fire.

He could not accept this cruel fact; the rage in his heart was instantly ignited, and he seemed to fall into a state of madness.

"Jie jie, kid, look at that painful expression of yours! It really is delightful! To tell you the truth, in my bedchamber, that so-called cultivation partner of yours, Xu Yingying, is completely obedient and compliant to me in every way!"

Standing to the side and watching coldly, Leng Qianming suddenly let out a sinister and cunning laugh.

He indulged in Han Fei's pain, even deliberately adding fuel to the fire, attempting to further stimulate Han Fei's nerves.

At this moment, Leng Qianming seemed to finally understand the gratification felt by the Pretty Boy who had snatched away his former fiancée, Li Yue.

Looking at the grief-stricken, irrational Han Fei and the remorseful Xu Yingying before him, a twisted sense of satisfaction surged in his heart.

"You are courting death!"

Han Fei's hair stood on end from rage, and a biting killing intent radiated from his entire body. His eyes, originally clear, had now become extremely cold and ruthless, staring fixedly at Leng Qianming before him.

"Pretty Boy, what? Do you want to hear more? I can tell you every detail. That adorable childhood sweetheart of yours, in order to please me, was actually willing to put on that sexy and charming black gauze dress… And it's the very one she's wearing right now!"

Leng Qianming's lips curled into a playful smirk, dragging out his words intentionally, as if wanting to fully enjoy the pleasure brought by Han Fei's angry expression.

Facing the nearly out-of-control Han Fei, Leng Qianming felt secretly proud.

He simply enjoyed seeing others in pain, angry, yet helpless, and at this moment, Han Fei happened to be his best object of amusement.

"I beg you, stop talking, don't say anymore!"

Xu Yingying, standing to the side, was already covered in tears, her beautiful face flushed red with shame.

She truly could not bear Leng Qianming's shameless verbal insults and just wanted to escape this embarrassing place as soon as possible.

However, her feet felt as if they were nailed to the ground, unable to move.

While sobbing uncontrollably, she desperately begged Leng Qianming to stop the torment of Han Fei.

But deep down, she couldn't help but be tempted by the conditions Leng Qianming proposed—after all, only by relying on his power could she possibly realize her plan for revenge.

"Xu Yingying, I can give you one more chance to choose. As long as you obediently come over to my side, I guarantee to let bygones be bygones, and I will still keep my previous promise to help you complete your great cause of revenge!"

Seeing that the time was ripe, Leng Qianming once again threw an olive branch to Xu Yingying, attempting to confuse her mind with sweet talk.

"I…"

Upon hearing the word "revenge," Xu Yingying's heart couldn't help but stir. Her originally hesitant steps became firm, as if driven by some force, and she walked step by step toward Leng Qianming.

Leng Qianming watched every move of Xu Yingying intently, and seeing the change in her expression, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, outlining an imperceptible smile.

"Little Fei, forget me; just pretend that I am no longer in this world…"

Xu Yingying's voice carried a hint of determination and sorrow, heartbreaking to listen to.

She seemed to have finally figured some things out, the light in her eyes gradually dimming, like a soulless shell, taking heavy steps as she slowly walked toward Leng Qianming.

"Yingying, don't go over there!"

Watching the beautiful Xu Yingying, who looked like a fairy in her black gauze dress, walk step by step toward that detestable cold-faced man, Han Fei was frantic and couldn't help but shout loudly.

However, at this moment, Xu Yingying turned a deaf ear, as if the whole world had nothing to do with her.

"Hahaha, hahaha~"

Seeing this, Leng Qianming let out a wild, triumphant laugh.

He made no attempt to hide the joy in his heart, and right in front of Han Fei, he opened his arms and hugged the graceful, sexy, and charming Xu Yingying tightly.

Holding Xu Yingying's delicate and hot body, Leng Qianming looked at Han Fei with a provocative air, his eyes full of mockery and disdain.

His hands, which should have been placed properly, began to move uncontrollably, which made Han Fei feel incomparably angry; a layer of thick black energy even gradually surged around his body, as if it were about to erupt at any moment.

At this very moment, the place they were in was the third floor of an inn in Shadow Moon City, the door of which had been kicked open violently.

Han Fei widened his eyes, staring fixedly at the scene before him—Leng Qianming was tightly holding Xu Yingying, who was dressed in a mysterious black gauze dress.

Seeing this scene, Han Fei felt as if he were about to fall into madness.

He could not accept the fact: his intimate partner with whom he had grown up had actually betrayed him, and what was even harder to endure was that she was now embracing another man right in front of him.

At this moment, Han Fei's heart was filled with pain and repression; he just wanted to tear everything before him to shreds and let all existence turn into nothingness.

"Ah… you deserve to die!"

Han Fei roared in anger, his entire body emitting rolling black energy that rose ten zhang high, and a fierce, peerless killing intent surged like a tide toward the black-robed Leng Qianming.

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to fall into demonic possession so easily; you really couldn't withstand such a blow! But you are merely in the Earth Profound Realm, so even if you have fallen into madness, how could you be my match? Today, I will personally suppress and kill you."

Facing the demonized Han Fei, Leng Qianming's expression remained as cold as ice, and he said in a cold and ruthless tone.