Sovereign of Primal Chaos

Suddenly, black lines appeared on the boy's fingers. His eyes widened in shock as he alternated between blue and red, gripping his hand tightly as the black lines quickly spread, seizing control. He screamed, his body trembling violently, revealing an unbearable pain and searing heat! Within seconds, beads of sweat began to drip from his body, and his veins bulged, appearing ready to burst at any moment.

The black lines continued to grow, crawling over his forearm, his elbow, until finally, he lost control of his left hand. As the lines extended, the heat in his body intensified, transforming him into a furnace ablaze with fire.

After brief resistance from the boy's body, the black lines reached the left side of his neck, branching into thin threads that climbed upward, darkening the lower part of his left eye entirely. Yet, upon closer inspection, the lines were so fine that an unfocused observer might mistake them for a faint, small black semicircle.

Now, as the black lines reached this point, they seemed to form a distinct pattern or seal, which appeared momentarily before vanishing abruptly. What remained was a body whose blood seemed ready to boil if the ordeal had lasted even a few more seconds.

Drenched in sweat, with tears cascading like a waterfall, his veins erupted into chaos. He felt his heartbeat thrum through them all, his mind clouded and disoriented. Yet, despite his dire state, it was as though he had expected this. He neither displayed shock nor surprise, only covered his left eye with his palm, struggling to breathe as he gazed at the severed head, his bloodied body reflecting an intense, murderous intent in his wide-open eye.

With a sardonic smile, he sighed and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, the girl was lifted into the air, encased in a shimmering bubble. He straightened himself and descended from the bed. Despite having just displayed a supernatural feat, his legs trembled more with each step he took toward the head. When he finally reached it, his legs gave out beneath him, and he fell to his knees, grasping the head and raising it to meet his gaze.

Two faces were now visible. The first was lifeless, blood oozing thickly from its severed neck, with bulging eyes staring into nothingness. The other was wrinkled, drenched in tears. The boy pulled his father's head close, raised his own, and roared, "I will kill them, Father! I will slaughter them mercilessly! Let your soul rest in the heavens, and watch as I annihilate those vile scoundrels to the last one of them!"

At the sound of his cry, the door was pushed open forcefully by one of Tu Yuan's men. His face was full of malice upon entering, but the moment his gaze met the boy's eye, his skin began to melt away! He didn't burn or explode—it melted, literally!

"Gather." The word echoed as the man's body cracked, blood pouring out uncontrollably. His body drained dry within moments, yet it didn't collapse. It remained upright as his blood coalesced into a pool beside the boy's hand. Within seconds, the pool began to churn violently, as though small explosions were happening inside. The boy gestured, and the blood rushed back into the man's body, sealing the cracks. A loud sound followed before the man disintegrated into a puddle of blood, dissolving even the ground beneath him.

The boy stood, snapping his fingers again. The severed head floated into another bubble beside the girl's.

He walked heavily toward the door, his expression dark. When he reached it and stepped out of the room, a voice rang out: "Stop! If you dare take another step, you won't live to see another sunrise!" Though the voice sounded threatening, fear and hesitation were clear within it. Around him, Tu Yuan's men had strategically taken positions, making it obvious they had set many traps, ambushes, and likely even assassins.

The boy sneered at them, smiling coldly as he took another step. The men felt chills run down their spines, their legs shaking uncontrollably. Another step, then another—seven in total. At one point, the same man shouted again, "Y-You! This is your final warning! If you take another step, you'll regret it!"

"Oh? Is that so? Let's see then." The boy stomped the ground forcefully. The earth beneath their feet began to quake, intensifying with every second that passed.

But suddenly, the tremors ceased, and nothing happened. Some men, sensing something amiss, lowered their gaze to inspect the ground beneath them—only to see a spike emerge and pierce through their chests! The spikes expanded inside their bodies, causing their faces to shift between shades of purple and blue. Their eyes rolled upward as they spat blood, feeling their organs solidify into stone.

As for the group who didn't look down, they were paralyzed in disbelief as their comrades, their lifelong companions, were transformed into statues. They quickly lost their resolve, dropping their swords and falling to their knees, begging for mercy.

"Begging now? How amusing," the boy said with disdain. "Wu Zhi told me that humans will do anything to save their lives—endure humiliation, kill lifelong friends, betray their children, spouses, even their own parents.

"Show me your true selves, your ugliest and basest instincts! Prove to me whether filth is truly worse than you! Devour each other, tear each other apart, drink blood as though it were fine wine!"

At his words, the once-organized men devolved into rabid beasts—perhaps even animals had more reason than them. They tore into the flesh of those they once called friends, the very comrades they'd sworn life and death with.

Hours later, the once-beautiful courtyard, filled with fragrant flowers, had transformed into a grotesque slaughterhouse.