Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 949 - 477:

"Do you believe I can annihilate your divine soul right now, leaving you no chance for reincarnation..."

He screamed, feigning bravado, his voice growing increasingly shrill.

"Of course I know that."

Ye Zhiran interrupted him again, the lenses reflecting the eerie red glow of the blood pool, his tone calm and unwavering:

"I know many of your secrets. I know that with this ’Myriad Soul Mother Gu Pool’, you’ve killed countless people, constantly absorbing their life force to mend your fragmented soul, nourish your secret realm, and even maintain the Soul-devouring Domain."

"I also know you plan to participate in the Ideal Land’s operation after your resurrection, preparing to do something earth-shattering."

Xuan Zhen’s blood-congealed face suddenly froze, the blood-red eyes slightly contracting:

"So you still want to oppose us? Are you crazy?!"

His words revealed deeper confusion and unease.

"You know, ever since we swore allegiance to that master, our consciousness has long been marked, establishing a spiritual connection with him!"

"Once we die, the murderer will also be marked. Ha, by then, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, the organization will hunt you down to your death!"

Despite the harsh words, looking at the opponent’s calm expression, Xuan Zhen’s soul felt an inexplicable chill.

Their opponent was too steady, as if he had them cornered.

Ye Zhiran slowly took off his black-framed glasses, wiping the lenses, his tone devoid of emotion:

"I’m not crazy, just a bit too excited."

When he raised his head again, the peace in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a sharp, murderous intent.

His previous gentle, scholarly demeanor completely gone.

"Do you know why I came to you only now?"

Ye Zhiran slowly squatted down, staring straight at the twisted human face in the blood pool, his voice low and cold:

"Because I’ve already prepared thoroughly, planning all kinds of responses."

"Over the years, I’ve been lurking in the shadows, observing you, tracking you, waiting for the moment you show your weakest side, then personally strangling you..."

"You dare—"

Xuan Zhen grew increasingly alarmed, suddenly screaming, causing the blood pool to erupt with terrifying ripples.

Countless blood coalesced into sharp blood-spears, shooting toward Ye Zhiran overwhelmingly.

At the same time, the gigantic blood face violently rose from the pool, morphing into a ferocious giant maw, lunging at Ye Zhiran’s head.

However, the anticipated successful sneak attack did not happen.

Boom!

An invisible spiritual shockwave, like a raging tsunami, erupted from Ye Zhiran’s body instantaneously.

The blood-spears, rushing at him, froze mid-air, then shattered into countless blood mists.

The immense bloody mouth closing in on him was blasted directly by the shockwave, exploding into a sky full of blood rain.

"This...this is impossible!"

Xuan Zhen’s voice echoed in utmost terror.

He could clearly feel that the strength of this spiritual power far exceeded his expectations.

This strength was not what an ordinary S-Class mutant should possess.

"Ah-ah-ah—"

Before he could ponder further, something even more horrifying occurred.

Ye Zhiran reached out his right hand, slightly opening his five fingers, aiming at the twisted human face in the blood pool.

An even greater and purer spiritual power, like an invisible giant hand, grabbed Xuan Zhen’s fragmented soul suddenly.

"Suppress!"

Ye Zhiran shouted softly, his voice echoing like thunder.

Rumble—

The entire blood pool instantly boiled.

Countless blood churned and surged wildly, trying to break free from Ye Zhiran’s suppression.

But that power was like a mountain, pressing down hard on Xuan Zhen’s fragmented soul, immobilizing him.

Xuan Zhen’s human face struggled violently in the blood pool, his features twisted to the extreme, emitting an extremely tragic shriek!

"No...impossible! How can your spiritual power be this strong?!"

"You clearly are just an A-Class trash! Over the years, what exactly...what exactly have you done?"

Ye Zhiran did not respond.

He simply squatted quietly by the blood pool, his eyes cold to the extreme.

His spiritual power was like a giant net, firmly trapping Xuan Zhen’s fragmented soul, allowing no chance of escape despite his struggles.

Seventeen years of endurance.

Seventeen years of planning.

Seventeen years of waiting.

All for this moment.

"Xuan Zhen."

Ye Zhiran slowly opened his mouth, his voice calm as if harboring a long-suppressed volcano:

"You are mistaken. I am not here to oppose you."

He paused, a flash of deep-seated hatred passing through his profound eyes.

"I am here to kill all of you, one by one... to avenge the brothers who died back then."

At this moment, his expression revealed a hint of ferocity, like a revenant returned from Hell for vengeance.

Looking at the powerless, struggling human face in the blood pool, Ye Zhiran slowly retracted his spiritual power, slightly shaking his head:

"Originally, I thought a fierce battle was needed, but seeing you in this state now is truly disappointing."

Xuan Zhen panted heavily, his voice full of resentment:

"If it weren’t for encountering a formidable enemy earlier, severely damaging my fragmented soul, you wouldn’t stand a chance.

Ye Zhiran ignored his protests, indifferently unzipping the canvas bag he brought.

Inside were no weapons or magic artifacts, just bags of gray-white powder.

Industrial quicklime.

"What...what are you going to do?!"

Seeing this, Xuan Zhen’s voice finally contained genuine fear.

Ye Zhiran still didn’t speak, picking up a bag of lime, tearing it open, and swiftly pouring it in.