C36 The Wedding Chaos That Shook Heaven

A wild whirlwind tore through heaven and earth. Ethan felt neither hatred nor love. Though he had never truly tasted the joy of living, he had no reason to die either. He had only just glimpsed happiness—and he refused to let the Dragon Clan snuff it out.

Ethan moved like a wild dance, weaving and staggering through the warriors, striking like lightning, clinging to life with every fiber of his being. A man who fights with the will to live even while facing death is truly unstoppable. No one expected Ethan to be this powerful without transforming into his monster form.

Thirty-eight top Dragon Clan experts surrounded him, with hundreds more elite troops hidden in the woods outside. They had planned every detail: they knew that after the Dragon Pearl’s violent eruption, its power would not stabilize for at least half a year. If Ethan still had full access to the Pearl’s strength, this entire operation would be suicide.

But according to their calculations, Ethan should have been weakened.

Yet he fought on.

The circle closed in, tighter and tighter.

Every Dragon Clan warrior was stunned by Ethan’s endurance. If this boy ever fully unlocked the Dragon Pearl’s secrets, he would become a god. The clan could not allow such a threat to exist. Their attacks grew sharper, deadlier, driving Ethan back.

He kept retreating. His initial explosive momentum faded. Many of these warriors could defeat him one-on-one, let alone in a mob. Ethan regretted charging all of them at once. In single combat, he could die with honor—but his chance to escape was zero. In the chaos of a mob, though, there was always a sliver of hope.

The experts’ coordination was messy. None had expected Ethan to attack everyone head-on. Their power tangled, leaving them unable to strike freely.

Ethan refused to die here. Even in death, he wanted a quiet, lonely place. He had fought his whole life to be seen: to rise from nobody, to dominate business, to decide battles, to become the focus of every ancient clan. He had succeeded. He felt no shame over his past humiliations. For the first time, he understood the peace Li Yizhu had felt before death.

The serenity of facing the end was beautiful.

Ethan roared.

This world was full of hypocrisy and injustice. In his final moments, he would make sure everyone remembered him. He would not disappear quietly.

He stopped retreating.

A man could not run forever. Sometimes he had to stand and face what he must.

Ethan stood calmly, staring at his attackers. Did they really believe they were preserving world peace? Without the Dragon Clan, without these secret warring clans, the world would finally know true peace. Humans loved lying to themselves, wrapping their cruelty in pretty lies.

Good and evil, beauty and ugliness—they changed with every era. Civilization itself was just a game.

And Ethan’s game was ending.

He gathered every ounce of his strength. He stood still.

The attackers froze, inexplicably hesitating.

Dragon Nine’s iron fist slammed into Ethan’s chest.

Blood exploded from Ethan’s mouth, splattering onto Dragon Nine’s face.

At that moment, Dragon Nine heard his own skull crack.

His vision went dark. He collapsed.

Dragon Five stared in disbelief. Ethan should never have been able to kill Dragon Nine. Yet there he stood, unbroken, still killing Dragon Clan warriors.

Ethan staggered toward the forest edge. He would not die humiliated in front of these men. He would die with a bang that shook gods and demons.

Fists hit him. He hit back, striking only vital points. Calm yet insane, Ethan did not feel external pain—but his dantian burned like fire. It was different from the Dragon Pearl’s torment. Stars and moons seemed to swirl inside him. He feared he was losing his mind again.

Warriors fell one after another. Ethan’s red wedding robe turned deep purple.

A madman is the most terrifying thing under heaven.

“Form the Sky Net Formation!” Dragon Five screamed.

He could not tolerate losing to a single boy. Sky Net was the Dragon Clan’s ultimate sealing formation—once activated, no living thing could escape heaven or earth.

The warriors linked hands in the air, forming a living web. Violent winds erupted from the earth, making standing impossible. Killing intent outside the woods solidified into visible energy, merging into the formation.

Everyone became one.

Heaven and earth’s power converged. Thunder boomed. Lightning cracked above the bamboo forest.

Ethan laughed wildly. He was proud. No one would ever forget him.

He raised his hands to the sky.

Lightning crashed down into his body.

His red robe smoked. His eyes turned blood-red. His hair stood on end.

Above him, the Sky Net condensed into a single, massive fist—the fist that had ended countless eras. No living thing had ever survived it.

Ethan knew this was his final strike. His last act of dignity.

The fist grew larger, casting a shadow over him. The scream of death echoed from within it.

It descended.

Ethan’s body expanded. He channeled the thunder raging in his dantian and all his accumulated power into his palms, forming a miniature sun.

He would die in this blast—but he would prove he had lived.

Ethan threw the sun upward, colliding with the fist of heaven.

BOOM!

Ethan was blown sky-high. The energy collision tore him apart.

The giant fist remained—but had shrunk by half. Ethan’s sun was gone. His body was empty; his dantian was silent.

He stared at the warriors in the sky, at the still-lethal fist.

He closed his eyes.

He was ready to leave. He had fought until the end. He could depart with no regrets.

BOOM! BOOM!

Ethan was blown away again, blood spraying from his mouth like a fountain.

He opened his eyes in confusion.

He heard a scream.

Li Fei’s scream.

Not far away, she lay on the ground. Her red wedding robe was shattered. The white seamless heavenly garment underneath was stained dark red.

“What have you done?” Ethan whispered.

She had left. Why had she come back?

The ground was littered with bodies. The Sky Net Formation was broken. Dragon Five stumbled, vomiting blood—a wound he hadn’t felt in centuries.

“You two are truly extraordinary,” Dragon Five gasped, regulating his chaotic energy. “No one has survived the Heaven and Earth Fist in 500 years. You cheated fate, but you still deserve pride.”

Only twenty warriors managed to stand. The clan had suffered catastrophic losses.

“Zhao Fan! You left! Why return? You were the Saintess—we would have judged you fairly!” Dragon Five roared, grief-stricken. “If you hadn’t disrupted the strike with your Saintess power, we would have killed him! Your betrayal cost us everything!”

Ethan crawled toward Li Fei’s broken body.

“Why? Why did you come back? What did I tell you?!” He shook her, his blood dripping onto her face. Her cheeks were bright red, like a bloody rose.

Dragon Five sighed. “You gave up 200 years of cultivation for a traitor. Was it worth it?”

Li Fei’s eyes fluttered open, her voice weak.

“Little Weirdo… I’m sorry… I couldn’t leave you… I just found happiness… I waited 200 years for this. If I must wait another ten thousand in the next life, I would.”

Her bloody, rose-like face suddenly wrinkled.

Lines upon lines.

Aging.

Rapidly.

Li Fei transformed into an old, withered woman before Ethan’s eyes.

“What’s happening? Your face…!” Ethan screamed.

“Don’t look! Don’t look at me!” Li Fei covered her face, panicking.

Ethan turned on Dragon Five, murderous. “What did you do? What witchcraft is this?”

“It’s her own doing. No spells. She took the full force of the Heaven and Earth Fist for you. She broke the formation with you, but lost two hundred years of power. She is already over two hundred years old. Aging is inevitable. She is now a useless old woman. Her teeth will fall out. Her skin will wrinkle as badly as her face. You married an old woman—this was always your fate.”

Dragon Five spoke calmly, secretly enjoying Ethan’s agony.

Ethan shook Li Fei, hysterical. “Why did you come back? Couldn’t you let me be a man for once?!”

“Little Weirdo… I’m not beautiful anymore… do you still love me? Did you ever truly love me? I’m two hundred years older than you…” Li Fei whispered, terrified he would reject her now.

“Look at me.” Ethan gently pulled her hands away from her face, forcing her to meet his eyes.

“Ah Fei… you are beautiful like this. I’m a monster. You don’t disgust me—I’m overjoyed. I love you, no matter what you become. Even if you become a ghost, I love you. I’ll lose my teeth with you. I’ll grow old with you.”

Tears streamed down his face—but they were bloody tears. He had never believed such lines in movies, but now they came naturally.

The Dragon Clan warriors watched in stunned silence. None moved.

Li Fei smiled weakly. “Thank you… I’m so happy… I’ve lived for nothing. The Dragon Pearl’s poison will leave you now. You’ll be human again… your face will be handsome. I won’t let you waste yourself for me. Go back with them. They won’t kill you. You’re too valuable. Live properly.”

“Live? With you? Yes.” Ethan laughed bitterly.

He raised a hand and dragged his nails down his own face.

Muscle and skin flipped open.

Everyone gasped.

Ethan’s face was destroyed, raw and bloody, like a vengeful ghost from hell.

“Now we match,” Ethan whispered gently, his eyes mad but tender.

Li Fei clung to him, sobbing. “Don’t hurt yourself! I’ll never leave you!”

The bamboo forest was almost completely destroyed. Only Ethan’s master’s thatched hut still stood, tilted but unbroken.

Every warrior who could stand stared silently at the embracing couple.

For a moment, heaven and earth stood still.

This was love that defied clans, powers, age, monsters, and gods.

It was eternal.