"Why don't you just tell everything," Aaron Myers said coldly, his voice sharp enough to pierce flesh,"and then find an excuse that sounds reasonable for your parents' deaths."
He sneered, his smile filled with undisguised contempt—as if what stood before him was not a human being, but something filthy and revolting.
"They were your own biological parents," he continued mercilessly."They raised you for more than ten years. Fed you, clothed you, and gave you love."
"They weren't inferior to Chu Fan—that pretty man you've known for less than three months."
His tone grew even more cutting.
"Even if you raised a dog for more than ten years, it would be fat and loyal by now.""But you?"
"You're nothing but a white-eyed wolf that was never fed.""Worse than an animal."
Ayane Myers' body trembled faintly.
"Did I…Did I really do something wrong…?"
She murmured, her voice barely audible.
Inside her mind, memories surfaced uninvited—the gentle smile on her father's face, her mother's hand stroking her hair, the small attentions they never failed to give. They had treated her like their most precious treasure, like a fragile little daughter who needed protection from all harm.
For a brief moment—just a moment—guilt crept into her heart.
She had killed her own biological parents.
But that guilt vanished as quickly as it appeared, strangled by a deeper, darker hatred.
"N-No! I couldn't have been wrong!"
Ayane lifted her head, her voice rising, nearly hysterical.
"They were the ones who tried to stop me from being with Brother Chu Fan!""They dared to say that Brother Chu Fan had bad intentions toward me!"
Her eyes turned bloodshot.
"How dare you insult Brother Chu Fan!""Those two old people—they deserved to die!"
Her fists clenched so tightly that her nails nearly pierced her skin. Hatred filled her eyes—cold, sharp hatred, now completely directed at the parents who had given her life.
Aaron Myers stared at her for a long time, then slowly shook his head.
His gaze was empty, cold, carrying a final judgment.
The poison in Ayane Myers' heart had already sunk too deep. There was no cure left.
Making a rebellious woman like her admit her mistakes was harder than reforming a great villain, harder than making a wealthy thief wash his hands in a golden basin, or turning a prostitute from a cursed lineage into a virtuous person.
"Aaron Myers," Ayane suddenly said, her voice flat and devoid of emotion,"I actually still considered our relationship as siblings."
"That's why I once thought about sparing your life."
She paused, then curved her lips into a thin smile—a chilling smile that made one's scalp tingle.
"Unfortunately, you know too much.""To keep Brother Chu Fan from being dragged into trouble…"
"You only have one path left."
She stared straight at Aaron Myers.
"Since you're so filial," she said coldly,"why don't you go down and accompany them?"
There was not the slightest emotion in her eyes.
For Chu Fan's sake, she had killed her own parents—killing a useless older brother meant nothing.
"If you want to kill me, then do it," Aaron Myers replied calmly."No need for all the theatrics."
"But I'm curious," he added with a mocking grin,"what can you do—a weak woman—to kill me?"
Ayane Myers' gaze hardened.
"If you're seeking death," she said softly, cruelly,"I'll grant your wish."
"Come in!"
The moment the word fell, six burly guards emerged from the shadows behind Ayane Myers. Their auras were cold and vicious. They immediately dropped to one knee.
"We greet Second Miss!"
Ayane pointed at Aaron Myers without hesitation.
"My elder brother is too filial," she said mockingly."He can't bear to let our parents suffer alone down there."
"He wants to go down and keep them company."
"Find a sack.""Put him inside.""Then bury him somewhere secluded."
"Do it cleanly," she added coldly."Make sure no one finds out."
"Yes!"
Without the slightest hesitation, the six men closed in on Aaron Myers. They had long been Ayane Myers' lackeys. Even if they had to bury the eldest young master of the Myers family alive, they wouldn't blink.
"Just trash like this."
Aaron Myers sneered.
"Great Monk," he said softly,"appear."
The air seemed to split apart.
A massive monk appeared out of nowhere. In his hand was a huge blade, still dripping with blood. A strong stench of iron filled the air.
Without warning, he moved.
Slash!
Slash!
Slash!
The six guards didn't even have time to scream. All they felt was a burning heat at their necks before the world spun. Blood sprayed violently as their large bodies collapsed one by one.
A pool of crimson spread rapidly.
Blood splattered everywhere—some of it directly across Ayane Myers' face.
"AH—!!!"
Her scream pierced the air.
Her legs gave out. She staggered and fell into the warm pool of blood. When she struggled to her feet, her expensive clothes were stained red, her hair disheveled, her face deathly pale.
She looked more terrifying than a mad murderer.
Seeing the blood covering her body, Ayane Myers was both shocked and enraged. Her fury nearly drove her insane.
"Damn you, Aaron Myers!""You humiliated me like this!"
"I'll definitely kill you!""No—killing you would be too easy!"
"I'll cut off your fingers and toes one by one," she screamed hysterically,"and feed them to dogs!"
"Your subordinates are already taken care of," Aaron Myers replied calmly."I'm curious—what else do you have to kill me with?"
His smile was cold, mocking—waiting for her final card.
"Linghu Da!"
Ayane Myers screamed in panic toward the door.
"Come out!"
"Second Miss!"
An old man appeared instantly. His posture was upright, his aura restrained yet heavy. He stood in front of Ayane Myers like the final wall of defense.
Seeing that face, a dark smile appeared at the corner of Aaron Myers' lips.
Linghu Da.
The driver and personal guard of Aaron's father. An early-stage An Jin expert. The most trusted man of the Myers family.
Twenty years ago, this man had been a fugitive. It was Aaron's father who saved him. To repay that kindness, Linghu Da served the family—yet in the end, he still bit the hand that fed him.
He sabotaged Aaron's father's car.He caused the deaths of both parents.
"Linghu Da!" Ayane Myers shouted, her face twisted with rage."Kill this trash for me!"
"Yes."
Linghu Da nodded. When he looked at Aaron Myers, complex emotions flickered in his eyes.
"Young Master," he said softly,"I watched you grow up."
"Honestly, I don't want to kill you."
"But rest assured," his expression hardened,"I'll do it quickly."
"You won't feel pain."
A moment of hesitation passed—then vanished, replaced by cold killing intent.
"Hypocrisy," Aaron Myers said icily.
He pointed at the Blood-Blade Monk beside him.
"Deal with the great monk first."
The Blood-Blade Monk rested his blade on his shoulder, staring at Linghu Da without expression—like an executioner assessing a corpse.
"This monk is strong," Linghu Da said as he released his killing aura,"but in front of an An Jin expert—he's not enough."
In this world, martial arts were divided into five realms:Ming Jin, An Jin, Hua Jin, Bao Dan, and Jin Dan.
Linghu Da stood at the early stage of An Jin.
He had the right to be arrogant.
"You're quite confident."
Aaron Myers smiled faintly, then spoke coldly, as if delivering a final verdict:
"Kill him."