To Wen Zhu, the mention of Wei Wei caused her to gasp in shock. She cried out in alarm, "Xiao Wei, you, you can't do anything foolish."

Wei Wei’s expression shifted. "He's dead. Someone killed him. Who killed him?" Her gaze snapped toward the group of security guards, her eyes narrowing. "It's them. Yes, it's them. They killed him. I will avenge him..."

The moment the word "vengeance" left her lips, Wei Wei’s body vibrated. She broke free from Wen Zhu’s embrace and soared into the air again, an invisible force once more enveloping everyone present.

By now, the immediate force of the explosion had passed. Dust filled the air, but the white mist had yet to dissipate.

"All of you will die—" Wei Wei, now airborne, her clothes fluttering, sent invisible rings of energy rippling outward in all directions, pressing down on everyone like a surging tide.

The guards with slightly weaker abilities immediately stumbled, blood trickling from their noses and mouths.

It was important to remember that Wei Wei's restraint technique could even bind Zhong Yun. How could these guards, whose strength was far inferior, withstand it? Under the immense pressure, minute blood vessels ruptured, and blood began to seep through their skin. One by one, they became living statues coated in crimson.

The guards collapsed like harvested wheat. In moments, less than half of the original contingent remained standing.

Lao San’s heart plummeted. When this woman went berserk, she was even more terrifying than Zhong Yun. In the blink of an eye, she had slain hundreds of guards. No, if this continued, she would kill them all.

"Stop her," he commanded the men beside him.

Those near him were masters above Level Fifteen, capable of utilizing their powers for self-protection. Among those present, only they retained the ability to move.

"Remember, under no circumstances are you to harm her," he added as a final instruction.

The five able-bodied men instantly shot forward, transforming into five beams of different-colored light streaking toward Wei Wei in the sky. The closer they got, the brighter their luminescence became.

Eventually, their figures vanished, replaced by five spheres of different colors slowly approaching Wei Wei in the air. They flew slower and slower, until they nearly stopped altogether.

In that brief interval, another third of the guards had fallen. Of the original thousand-plus security personnel, fewer than four hundred still stood.

This was truly terrifying. Every surviving guard stared at the exquisitely beautiful figure in the sky, their eyes filled only with dread.

This was Wei Wei’s power—Infinite Restraint. Unleashed without reservation, her Level Nineteen strength delivered terrifying lethality. Whether to restrain or to kill was entirely a matter of her single thought.

Especially against numerous enemies, this large-scale ability killed no slower than an energy cannon.

Given her actual strength, in a fair fight, there was no way she could subdue over a thousand people. Especially considering that among them were five experts above Level Fifteen and fifty masters above Level Ten. If they had rushed her all at once from the beginning, not only Wei Wei, but two more like her would have been torn limb from limb.

But Wei Wei had struck first with a surprise attack, and then Lao San was hesitant, fearing lethal action, making it too late to act once she had them bound.

The reason Wei Wei's ability was dubbed "Infinite Restraint" was because the strength of her binding increased over time. The initial restraining force was not great; a Level Fifteen expert could break free. But given a few minutes, she could bind even an expert of equal level tightly.

Zhong Yun had suffered precisely that disadvantage. Caught between Wei Wei’s Infinite Restraint and Wen Zhu’s Air Shackles, he possessed Level Nineteen physical techniques but was utterly immobilized.

The five spheres of light in the air began to deform slightly; under the immense pressure, their defensive shields were being compressed. The squeezing force had already surpassed their protective capability.

Lao San felt a bitterness rising in his throat. Was he going to die here? His physical prowess barely reached Level Fifteen, yet having lived in comfort, he had never truly fought anyone; his combat effectiveness was little better than Wen Xiu’s.

Faced with this situation, his heart failed him first. He couldn't even muster seventy percent of his potential strength. Feeling the pressure intensify, his protective shield showed signs of imminent collapse—it was proving weaker than that of the bodyguard beside him whose physical skill was barely Level Ten.

Watching guard after guard fall, on the verge of total annihilation for the thousand-strong force, a resonant, loud voice boomed out, "You’ve caused enough trouble." The sound soared into the heavens, traveling who knew how far.

Immediately following, a dazzling golden light erupted, brilliant as the noonday sun, illuminating the entire sky. Those still standing felt the deadly pressure vanish upon being bathed in this golden radiance; their bodies felt lighter than ever before.

Lao San collapsed onto the ground, gazing gratefully at the radiant figure. Had he not intervened, everyone present would likely have died there tonight.

The intervention came from Zeng Chenyu, who had reached his limit. His strength was one level higher than Wei Wei's—and this single level gap should not be underestimated. Level Nineteen and Level Twenty were entirely different realms, akin to the gap between a low-level and a mid-level civilization.

Furthermore, Wei Wei had just exerted her full might, resulting in massive energy depletion. Thus, almost without resistance, her Infinite Restraint was shattered.

As the golden light struck Wei Wei, her body convulsed. She spat out a mouthful of blood and began to fall downward.

Having overdrawn her power, her internal reserves were empty; she possessed not a shred of strength. She plummeted like a wounded angel, trailing deep crimson blood back to the mortal realm.

Mid-fall, she saw the ground littered with corpses and the scattered few survivors remaining upright. With regret, she thought, "I still couldn't kill them all..."

"Am I going to die?" Feeling the wind rushing past her ears grow louder, she thought vaguely, "Perhaps dying is fine. He is already gone; what reason do I have to live?"

Her gaze pierced through space, spotting that cluster of white mist. Suddenly, her body twisted. Drawing on some unknown reserve of strength, she slightly altered her trajectory mid-air, angling herself toward the dissipating white fog.

"Zhong Yun, I’m coming for you..."

In this final, dying moment, her mind was exceptionally clear. Memories of meeting Zhong Yun flashed vividly before her eyes, along with every feeling she had when they were together. The crinkle at the corners of his eyes when he smiled, the downward curve of his mouth when he frowned, the slight upward arch of his eyebrows when he teased her...

He always carried an intoxicating scent about him, like the smell of lying on a sun-drenched beach in June. And his hands—hands like iron claws—holding him felt like gripping a piece of iron, hard and sharp, digging painfully...

These memories, these sensations, were intensely alive, woven into her very bones, deep into her soul.

Whether misunderstanding or mistake, it was Zhong Yun who appeared before her on her twentieth birthday; it was Zhong Yun who secretly entered her dreams; it was this man, Zhong Yun, who made her jealous, made her heart flutter, made her grieve, made her ache with longing.

The moment Zhong Yun died, she finally awoke to the truth, but it had come too late...

Seeing Wei Wei fall into the white mist, Zeng Chenyu stretched his hand forward, as if trying to grasp something.

But he did nothing, merely watching her descend into it.

He closed his eyes, his face etched with pain and sorrow.

"No—" Wen Zhu shrieked again, her body weakening, and she fainted onto the ground.

"This might be the best ending," Zeng Chenyu thought silently. He suddenly opened his eyes, the pain vanished, replaced by resolution and coldness. He turned and walked toward the mansion.

Lao San stared blankly up at the sky, his chest tight. Wei Wei had died here, at the Keton family home. This was catastrophic. Her father had only this one daughter; if he learned of her death...

He shivered. The repercussions would be too severe, so severe that even the Keton family couldn't bear them. He suddenly leaped up, roaring at the men beside him, "What are you standing around for? Get in there and find someone!"

His face contorted. "Even if she’s dead, find her body!"

The surviving guards immediately sprang into action, rushing into the white mist.

Lao San waited anxiously outside, praying she wasn't truly gone. As long as a single breath remained in her, he had a way to save her. If she lived, he wouldn't have to face her father's wrath—a disaster that loomed over the Keton family.

Suddenly, a sharp scream pierced the air, making the hairs on his neck stand up. "What happened?"

"Aah—"

Screams followed one after another. His vision was obstructed by the mist; he couldn't see what was unfolding inside, nor could he discern the source of the chaos.

He felt on the verge of madness. One catastrophe followed another without a moment to breathe; even the most resilient nerves would be tormented to the point of collapse.

After an unknown period, the screaming finally ceased.

Lao San looked around. Only about ten people remained near him; these were all masters above Level Ten.

Of the seven strongest experts at his side, two had perished by Zhong Yun’s hand. The remaining five, while attempting to attack Wei Wei, had fallen from dozens of meters high under Zeng Chenyu’s indiscriminate attack, becoming five bloody pulps.

His mind settled slightly. These dozen or so individuals constituted a powerful force anywhere; as long as they didn't encounter people like Zhong Yun and Wei Wei again, their self-preservation should be secure.

He couldn't flee now. The Keton family headquarters was here. The patriarch was missing (locked in a room by Zhong Yun, the door impenetrable from the outside). If he wasn't here either, the entire base would collapse.

The mech squad sent for reinforcement was fast approaching. Once this full squadron arrived, the situation would be settled; even several more Zhong Yuns couldn't turn the tide.

His greatest worry remained the figure inside the white mist: was it Zhong Yun? Or Wei Wei? There could be no one else inside besides those two.

He leaned toward it being Wei Wei. If Zhong Yun could survive that kind of bombardment, why would he hide? He would have wiped them out several times over already.

While he was lost in speculation, a silhouette appeared at the edge of the white mist.

Everyone’s eyes snapped wide open...

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