Everyone was dumbstruck for a very, very long time. Meng Kongchan especially felt like his world had just been shattered. 

This was a response no one had anticipated. Be it the calm and refined Divine Attendant Su Shang or the casual and careless Divine Attendant Yuan Ying, both were wearing clear expressions of surprise.

The color on Hua Caili’s beautiful face began to fade visibly. She abruptly grabbed Yun Che’s hand and said panickedly, “What are you saying, Big Brother Yun? No way! No way! Absolutely not! Punishment or pardon, we’ll always be together! Don’t even think of throwing me away!”

Every single one of her jade fingers were gripping his tightly. She was afraid that Yun Che would let her go a second time.

“Yuan’er, you… take back what you just said this instant!”

Meng Kongchan roared hurriedly, “This is not the time and place for such nonsense!”

He never imagined that Yun Che would turn what should have been a gift from the heavens into an absolute nightmare. For whatever reason, he had pushed himself into even more profound despair and danger.

Meng Jianxi was beyond caring as well. He took a couple of steps forward and roared at the top of his lungs, “Brother Yuan! Although the punishment of devouring rage is not a death sentence, it is far scarier than you know! It is a punishment that seeps into your blood, flesh, muscles, bones, marrow, and even your soul… every speck of your existence will suffer pain and torment ten thousand times worse than even ten thousand nightmares! It cannot be defended against, and you will desire the sweet release of death long before you reach the end of it!”

“The Xuanji Hall recorded one hundred and seventy six people who received the punishment of devouring rage… but only nine of them survived.”

“Everyone else committed suicide...