A Rich Second-generation Villain Can’t Just Enjoy Life — Chapter 794

Chapter 794: It’s Very Simple, Why Don’t I Just Take Action?

“Ants!” Zhang Zhiyun sneered. With the Yin Corpse Devil Sword in hand, he felt invincible.

He swung the blade. A crimson sword light tore across the sky, spanning three or four li in an instant and shattering a black-cased laser emitter into a cloud of shrapnel. The razor-sharp energy continued its trajectory, gouging a deep, seemingly bottomless trench into the earth of the mountain.

But this was not nearly enough for Zhang Zhiyun. The Yin Corpse Devil Sword in his grasp pulsed, and nine streaks of blood-colored light shot forth like malevolent rainbows. They instantly swelled into nine torrential rivers of blood that stretched between heaven and earth. A coppery stench of slaughter washed over the battlefield, a promise to engulf everyone present, to drown them until blood flowed like rivers and corpses piled into mountains.

Yet, no matter what the forces on the ground threw at him—be it armor-piercing rounds from anti-materiel sniper rifles or searing beams of concentrated light—nothing could breach the crimson membrane of energy that clung to Zhang Zhiyun’s form. They simply could not break through his defenses.

Even Zhang Tianen, lauded as the number one expert of the Yanxia Daoist community, had been swatted aside by a single, casual strike.

Seeing the situation spiral into a critical state, a chill settled over An Zhiyue’s beautiful features. Her sharp, phoenix-like eyes were more solemn than ever before.

Her previous arrangements had been carefully planned to deal with Zhang Zhiyun as a Land Immortal. She had been confident that even if he truly reached that realm, her team could bring him down. However, the terrifying strength Zhang Zhiyun now displayed had surpassed the Land Immortal realm by an entire tier. It was comparable to the Martial God realm Shen Anyu had once mentioned.

A bitter pang of regret struck An Zhiyue. She shouldn’t have let Shen Anyu come. Now, they might all die here together.

No one could stop Zhang Zhiyun’s rampage.

“Shen Anyu, you must leave, now! I will lead the others to hold him off!” An Zhiyue ordered, her voice grave. She watched the nine blood rivers in the sky slowly solidify, their forms twisting like dragons baring their fangs and claws, radiating an aura of absolute, arrogant power.

“Then what about you, Auntie?” Shen Anyu asked, a faint smile on his lips.

“Me? I can’t leave.” An Zhiyue let out a bitter laugh. She was the commander of this operation, the Jiangnan Inspector for the Special Department. If she, the leader, were to flee, what would become of the tens of thousands of Special Department personnel present? They would be nothing more than abandoned pawns. Even if she miraculously survived, how could she ever face the families of her subordinates, or her own conscience?

“Shen Anyu, all of you, go! I still have a final contingency!” An Zhiyue’s gaze was resolute. If she truly could not stop Zhang Zhiyun’s slaughter, then the missiles already aimed at the peak of Tianshi Sect Mountain would be launched, leveling everything to scorched earth.

“Shen Anyu, let’s go!” Ji Xiaolin tugged on Shen Anyu’s sleeve, her face pale as she tried to pull him away. Zhang Tianen also urged them on, his voice strained with urgency. If they didn’t leave now, it would be too late.

Yu Guannan sighed, her eyes fixed on the rampaging, unstoppable figure of Zhang Zhiyun. A burning unwillingness churned in her heart. Her enemy was right there, yet she was powerless to kill him and could only flee. She was still too weak.

Faced with the overwhelming pressure of the nine blood rivers that were about to descend, a suffocating despair settled over nearly everyone present.

But just then, they saw a tall, elegant, and impossibly handsome figure begin to walk forward, his pace leisurely as he headed straight toward Zhang Zhiyun.

“Shen Anyu, what are you doing?” Ji Xiaolin stared, stunned, as Shen Anyu gently pulled his hand free from her grasp.

“Shen Anyu, come back! Zhang Zhiyun is too terrifying!” An Zhiyue cried out, her composure cracking with alarm as she realized he intended to confront the monster alone.

“Brother Shen, come back…” Yu Guannan’s heart leaped into her throat. Watching Shen Anyu’s solitary figure advance on Zhang Zhiyun, she was completely flustered. As much as she craved vengeance, at this moment, she didn’t care about it at all. She only wanted Shen Anyu to live.

Zhang Tianen and the other experts from the Special Department watched him with complex expressions. Zhang Zhiyun was a demonic god incarnate, yet Shen Anyu dared to face him?

Shen Anyu merely smiled faintly and said, “It’s very simple. I’ll just defeat Zhang Zhiyun, isn’t that right?”

With that, he strode forward, walking directly into the shadow of the blood-filled sky.

Behind him, he left only the worried gazes of An Zhiyue, Ji Xiaolin, and Yu Guannan, and the pitying, sighing expressions of the crowd who saw his actions as a noble, but futile, suicide.

Zhang Zhiyun sneered, his long hair whipping in the wind generated by his own power. Crimson light swirled around him like a shroud. He looked down on Shen Anyu with an air of absolute superiority.

“Shen Anyu, even if you were to flee to the ends of the earth, you are doomed to die. But to dare stand and face me instead of turning to run… that actually shows a bit of sense.”

“I will give you a chance. Kneel, kowtow in apology, and then take your own life. Do this, and I will spare everyone else here.”

Shen Anyu’s smile only widened. “What do I have to apologize for? Xiaolin and I are deeply in love, a love without regrets or complaints. You don’t believe me? Why don’t you ask her?”

Although Ji Xiaolin was terrified, her man was already on the field, and there was no turning back. She mustered her courage and stepped forward, glaring at Zhang Zhiyun with pure fury.

“Zhang Zhiyun, what is this madness? I told you long ago that I don’t like you! I like Shen Anyu! First, you tried to assassinate Shen Anyu in the middle of the night, only to be defeated and forced to flee with a severed arm! Then you went mad cultivating demonic arts, and for the sake of power, you massacred the entire Yu Family and destroyed the Tianshi Sect!”

Her voice rose, ringing with righteous anger. “The Tianshi Sect raised you for twenty years! Their kindness to you was as vast as a mountain, their affection greater than the heavens, yet you laid murderous hands on them! You are utterly deranged and unforgivable!”

As Ji Xiaolin’s words echoed across the silent mountain, those who didn’t know the full story could piece together the horrifying truth. Their gazes toward Zhang Zhiyun, once filled only with fear, were now tainted with disdain and disgust.

To think such a shameless person existed in this world. Rejected in love, he tried to assassinate his rival. After being defeated and narrowly escaping death, he didn’t stop. He turned to demonic cultivation, and to fuel his dark arts, he annihilated his own family and the very sect that had raised him, harvesting their essence and blood to grow stronger.

He was, quite simply, the nadir of morality in all of Yanxia.

Zhang Tianen, in particular, stared at Zhang Zhiyun with eyes burning with extreme anger and deep regret.

He had been so blind. He had once favored Zhang Zhiyun, thinking he was a promising young man, a worthy son-in-law who could care for his beloved daughter, Ji Xiaolin. He never could have imagined that he was nurturing such a heartless, ungrateful monster who would destroy his own sect and family.

Though Shen Anyu was a bit of a playboy, he was a thousand times the man Zhang Zhiyun was in every other aspect.

A wave of bitter regret, sharp as bile, rose in Zhang Tianen’s throat, but it was useless now.

Looking at Shen Anyu, who stood calmly before the demonic Zhang Zhiyun, Zhang Tianen made a silent vow. Even if he had to die today, he would buy enough time for Xiaolin and Shen Anyu to escape.

But even if he burned his life force to fight, how many seconds could he possibly hold off Zhang Zhiyun?

The bitterness in Zhang Tianen’s heart was overwhelming.

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And yet, the bitterness in Zhang Zhiyun’s heart at that moment was even greater than Zhang Tianen’s.

He saw Ji Xiaolin’s look of disgust and hatred. He felt the disdainful glares from the surrounding crowd. A complex emotion flickered in his crimson eyes, but he knew he was far past the point of no return.

‘If I kill Shen Anyu,’he thought, a cold resolve settling over him,’everything will get better. At least then, I can have Xiaolin and Zhang Yaqian by my side.’

Otherwise, wouldn’t his Master, the Sect Master of the Tianshi Sect Zhang Tianjiu, and all the others have died in vain?

It was a strange sort of filial piety, to be sure.

“Since you refuse to kneel in apology and commit suicide, then I will personally do it for you!” Zhang Zhiyun severed the chaotic thoughts in his mind. Crimson light erupted from his eyes as he took a heavy step toward Shen Anyu.

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

Between heaven and earth, the only sound was the echo of his footsteps across the grounds of the Tianshi Sect.

Almost everyone present held their breath, their hearts lodged in their throats as they watched the scene unfold.

In the sky, the nine blood rivers converged behind Zhang Zhiyun. Within their churning, viscous currents, countless red and black sword lights flickered ominously. Faintly, one could hear the wailing of thousands of vengeful spirits trapped within.

An Zhiyue, Yu Guannan, Ji Xiaolin, Zhang Tianen, and the others were all powerful cultivators. They understood better than anyone the terrifying, despair-inducing strength Zhang Zhiyun now wielded. Who in the mortal world could possibly stand against him?

But in the very next moment, what Shen Anyu did shocked them all to their core…