Chapter 110. Brutal Sweep
“You say I’m disgusting? Su Tang, you actually say I’m disgusting?”
“It doesn’t matter. If I’m disgusting, I’m disgusting. Su Tang, as long as you’re willing to give me a spiritual soothing, I’ll release Mo Xiao immediately. I’ll give you anything you want.”
Mad obsession burned in Shen Ji’s eyes.
“I’ll give you anything you want.”
Shen Ji’s voice carried a hint of eerie fawning. He stared fixedly at Su Tang as if grabbing onto the last straw.
“Forget about Mo Xiao—as long as you soothe me, all of Team 2’s resources, my intelligence network… I can even help you deal with everyone who might threaten you. As long as you’re willing to help me, as long as your spiritual power can stabilize me, I’ll give you everything.”
Looking at his demon-like state, Su Tang’s gaze grew colder bit by bit.
“You want my spiritual soothing?”
Shen Ji nodded repeatedly.
“As long as you’re willing to give me a spiritual soothing, I’ll definitely bring you whatever you want.”
“Then, I want you to stay far away from me…”
Su Tang’s voice was as cold as ice, and every word carried a sense of finality.
“Shen Ji, that’s what I want most.”
The fawning look on Shen Ji’s face froze instantly. It was as if he’d been doused with a bucket of cold water, and he fell silent, dropping onto the bed.
Su Tang took a step, slowly walking toward Shen Ji.
“Shen Ji, look up.”
Su Tang raised her hand and gently placed her index finger against Shen Ji’s forehead. Her spiritual power surged out instantly.
“Didn’t you want me to soothe you? Here.”
Then, the pale golden spiritual power scrambled to enter Yasuo’s body. Shen Ji’s expression froze as if he’d been doused with cold water, and he became completely quiet.
Unable to bear it, he slumped back onto the bed, his eyes frozen in shock.
“Tsk, look at you. I’m soothing you; what’s with that expression?”
Su Tang pulled her finger away from the man’s forehead. The feeling of pain eased, and Shen Ji propped his hands behind his waist, gasping for breath.
Su Tang flicked her hand and took two steps toward Shen Ji. Her footsteps were exceptionally clear in the deathly silent confinement room, sounding one after another as if stepping directly on his nerves.
Shen Ji kept his head down, watching the woman stop in front of him. His hands couldn’t help but clench.
“Shen Ji, look up.”
There wasn’t a hint of warmth in her voice.
The man instinctively looked up to meet Su Tang’s eyes, and his heart gave a strange squeeze.
Before he could even react, Su Tang’s index finger had already returned to his forehead. Su Tang’s spiritual power flowed out again, entering his body.
Unlike a Guide’s gentle soothing, this spiritual power seemed to have an innate violence. It directly tore through his barrier with a wild rush and tunneled inside. The powerful spiritual power roamed freely through his body, and upon capturing those black mists, it tore them apart without a shred of gentleness or pity.
“Arrgh—!”
Shen Ji couldn’t help but let out a shrill scream, his entire body trembling violently.
In the corridor, Yasuo flinched upon hearing Shen Ji’s scream.
The Sentinels guarding the door picked up their weapons and were about to rush in, but were blocked by Yasuo.
“Didn’t your Captain Shen say so? He’s handling a private matter with Guide Su, and no one is to disturb them.”
“Captain Yasuo, the sounds inside don’t sound right. If something happens to Captain Shen Ji, none of us can take the responsibility.”
“What could happen? There’s only one fragile little Guide inside. If something happens, it won’t be Shen Ji’s turn to suffer.”
“Captain Yasuo, please stop blocking us, otherwise…”
“Otherwise what? You want to fight me?”
Yasuo snorted coldly. He reached out and grabbed the Sentinel’s shoulder, pulling back forcefully. The Sentinel flew straight back and struck the wall behind him, barely stabilizing himself.
“I’ll put it this way—if anyone tries to go in and disturb things today, then I’ll have to trouble you to step over my corpse.”
The air in the corridor froze instantly. How many people in this White Tower could beat Yasuo? Not to mention Team 2 really did have one, but that man was currently sitting inside, waiting for them to enter.
The Sentinel who had been thrown against the wall held his shoulder, looking at Yasuo with a mix of shock and anger. The other Sentinels in the corridor immediately raised their weapons, and the atmosphere became tense.
“Captain Yasuo, this is open provocation.” The Sentinel who had been thrown against the wall suppressed his fury, his voice trembling slightly from either pain or anger.
“Captain Shen Ji’s current state is unstable. If an accident really happens inside…”
“Accident?” Yasuo sneered, taking a half-step closer to the confinement room door, arms crossed over his chest as he blocked the way.
“If Shen Ji has an ‘accident’ in front of a little Guide, then he deserves to die. I don’t think you need to bother saving him.”
The atmosphere in the corridor was at a breaking point. Inside the confinement room, Su Tang looked at the man beneath her fingertip whose forehead was dripping with cold sweat from the pain. The curve of her lips tilted upward slightly.
Su Tang’s spiritual power was simply too domineering—so domineering that it didn’t seem like a Guide’s spiritual power at all. Everywhere it went, the rotten pollution mist in his body was instantly torn apart, annihilated without mercy.
This spiritual power completely ignored the spiritual barriers built within his body to protect himself. Wherever there was mist, regardless of whether a spiritual barrier existed, it was all torn apart by that spiritual power.
Intense pain flooded him like a tide. Shen Ji felt as if his interior was being torn open and sewn back together countless times. The comfort of being purified and the sharp pain of being torn apart were intertwined, making his body tremble violently.
“Why are you sweating?”
He heard the woman before him deliberately lower her tone.
She was asking him in a low voice. Shen Ji gritted his teeth and looked up at the source of the voice.
“If you find it difficult, then I’ll stop.”
Su Tang’s voice grew softer and softer. The spiritual power at her fingertip slowed slightly, but it still carried a stinging edge. She leaned down toward him, her gaze fixed on him. Although her voice was gentle, Shen Ji could clearly see that there was no heartache in her eyes—only indifference.
“It’s still not too late to call for a stop.”
Beneath her fingertip, the frequency of Su Tang’s spiritual power output suddenly accelerated again. Shen Ji’s vision went dark from the pain, and he gritted his teeth, suppressing the sounds he wanted to scream.
Shen Ji let out a self-mocking laugh. What had he been thinking just now? How could she possibly feel bad for him?
She probably hated him to death right now.
It didn’t matter. Let her hate him; all he wanted was her spiritual soothing anyway.
Shen Ji suppressed the bitterness that rose for some reason. The veins on his forehead bulged.
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