"This kind of trash, who can't even beat you, doesn't deserve to live." The steward laughed loudly. "But the Deng family has countless guards stronger than him! Shengyang, you've barged into the Deng family today, and you might not leave alive..."

Tsk tsk tsk—

The steward sighed softly, "What a pity. If I'm not mistaken, your cultivation has already reached the peak of the Spirit Saint realm, hasn't it?"

"Stop talking nonsense."

"Oh, right, your parents... died from my arrows. Today, I'll send you to see your parents, so that the three of you can be reunited." The steward laughed heartily.

Upon hearing this, Sheng Yang's eyes turned bloodshot, and he grabbed his sword and attacked the steward.

Bang!

The manager kicked Sheng Yang in the chest, and he staggered backward.

"Young Master Sheng, it's a pity... you'll never be able to take revenge in this life, maybe in the next!"

The aura of the early stage of the Spirit Emperor erupted and crushed towards Sheng Yang.

boom--!

*Pfft!* Sheng Yang spat out a mouthful of blood and slammed his body hard against the tree trunk.

"With this little strength, you think you can get revenge?"

The steward sneered, "Overestimating yourself. Oh, by the way, you have a fiancée, Meng Jinhe, right? This is her soul stone."

The steward threw a stone at him. “Your parents and fiancée are all dead. There’s no point in you living any longer. You might as well kill yourself now and have a quick death.”

The Soul Stone rolled over and landed at Sheng Yang's feet.

He staggered and bent down to pick up the soul stone from the ground, which still retained a trace of Meng Jinhe's aura.

But the Soul Stone was dull and lifeless.

"Aren't you afraid the Emperor will find out if you do this...aren't you afraid the Empress will find out..."

Sheng Yang demanded, enunciating each word clearly, "As long as I, Sheng Yang, live, I will kill all of you!!"

"Your Majesty the Empress?" The steward revealed a meaningful smile. "Hahaha, Shengyang, you are too naive. You know too much. Die!"

"You are not human, you are devils...you are beasts, you don't deserve to be human!!!"

Sheng Yang was almost weeping blood as he gripped the Soul Stone tightly in his hand, shouting, "I will kill you all, kill you all!"

His eyes were bloodshot: "Ah!" A boundless hatred erupted from his entire body.

He's gone mad with demonic possession!

The steward was stunned by Sheng Yang's crazed appearance. He was actually using his blood essence to mobilize spiritual power, which would temporarily give him three times the combat power he usually had.

But the consequences were almost devastating, and Sheng Yang was determined to die.

Bang! The two oppressive forces collided violently.

The steward was forced back several steps, but Sheng Yang seemed oblivious to the pain, even though the wind blade had pierced through his arm.

Boom! A punch landed squarely, breaking through the barrier and slamming into his body.

*Pfft!* The steward spat out a mouthful of blood, and at the same time, his sword pierced Sheng Yang's chest.

"Ants are courting death."

Boom! He clenched his right fist and smashed it down on the manager's head without warning.

Powerful spiritual energy circulated around him, as if it were about to tear a hole in the space around him.

Bang! The next moment, the manager's body flew out like a rag doll.

"who……"

The manager stiffly scrambled to his feet, and crack! The sound of bones breaking came from behind him, followed by intense pain. His body, which he had barely managed to stand up, fell heavily back down.

A powerful spiritual energy surged around them.

He stepped on the supervisor's chest, breaking all his ribs.

"Who...who are you—"

The steward groaned in pain, staring incredulously at the woman who had appeared before him.

"Shengyang, kill him."

Ryugetsu released her foot.