Shenwu Yutianlei

Shen Yiquan's face once again involuntarily revealed a trace of panic that was difficult to conceal. His eyes were full of fear and helplessness, and his voice trembled with fear, "You... what do you want to do? Let me go!" His body began to tremble slightly, trying to break free from Shen Yun's restraints, but found that his struggle was so powerless. The fear in his heart became more and more intense. His voice was filled with tears and his face turned as pale as paper.

"It's not what I want to do," Shen Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and looked coldly at Shen Yiquan in front of him. There seemed to be a hint of disdain and contempt in his eyes.

He paused for a moment, then raised his voice and said in a majestic and oppressive tone: "But what do you want to do? You are such a fool! You provoke me again and again. Do you think I dare not do anything to you?"

Shen Yiquan looked up at Shen Yun, and saw that his cold star-like eyes were bursting with strong murderous intent at this moment. The cold gaze pierced him like a substance, as if it would tear him apart completely in the next moment. Under such a murderous gaze, Shen Yiquan felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet and quickly spread throughout his body. His legs began to tremble involuntarily, and the whole person instantly became timid.

He opened his mouth with difficulty, his voice filled with fear and pleading, and he stammered, "I... I really didn't mean it. I was just confused for a moment, and was blinded by greed, so I did that. I know I was wrong, please, forgive me, I won't dare to do it again." His eyes were full of panic, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

"Oh? Really?" Shen Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. His cold eyes were still fixed on Shen Yiquan, and the murderous intent in them had not diminished at all.

"Yes, yes." Shen Yiquan nodded quickly, his face full of fear. He lowered his head, not daring to look at Shen Yun, his body trembling slightly with fear.

"Okay, since you didn't mean it, I'll forgive you if you apologize for what happened just now." Shen Yun raised his chin slightly, a seemingly relaxed smile on his face, but there was still an elusive sharpness in his eyes.

"Really?" Shen Yiquan felt relieved, and the panic on his face instantly turned into surprise. He hurriedly said, "I apologize, I apologize. I'm sorry, Shen Yun, I really know I was wrong." There was a hint of crying in his voice, as if he had finally grabbed a life-saving straw.

He lowered his head, not daring to look into Shen Yun's eyes. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking his clothes. His body was still trembling slightly, as if he had not yet fully recovered from the fear just now. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and continued: "I promise that I will never make the same mistake again. I will definitely change for the better. Please believe me." His eyes were full of pleading and sincerity, hoping that Shen Yun could really forgive him.

"Yes, yes, I believe you, and I also believe that you will never make such a mistake again." Shen Yun nodded slightly, with a warm smile on his face, but there was a subtle warning in his words. His eyes seemed to fall gently on Shen Yiquan, but in fact, Shen Yiquan felt an inexplicable chill running up his spine.

"Yes, yes." Shen Yiquan nodded hurriedly, like pounding garlic, his face was full of flattering smiles, but his eyes were filled with deep fear.

"In that case, for the sake of our elders and the future of the Shen family, I will not argue with you. I will assume that you were young and ignorant in the past." Shen Yun sighed slightly, a helpless look on his face. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, but he quickly hid it.

Shen Yun slowly raised his hand, gently patted Shen Yiquan's shoulder, and then carefully straightened his sleeves for him, as if he was treating a child who had made a mistake. During this process, his movements were gentle and natural, and no flaws could be seen.

Just as his palms intersected with Shen Yiquan's, Shen Yun's fingers moved slightly, quietly putting something into Shen Yiquan's hand. The movement was so fast that it was almost imperceptible. Only Shen Yiquan felt that there was suddenly something in his hand. He was slightly startled, subconsciously clenched his fist, and held the thing tightly in his hand.

Shen Yiquan was confused and surprised. He didn't know what Shen Yun had stuffed into his pocket, but he could feel that it had a special meaning. He secretly raised his head and looked at Shen Yun, only to find that Shen Yun was smiling at him with a meaningful look in his eyes.

Then, Shen Yun calmly turned around and faced the old patriarch, then solemnly bowed to him again. He raised his head slightly, opened his lips slightly, and was about to say something when an abrupt voice suddenly sounded in the silence, just like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, breaking the original tranquility.

"Yiquan, what are you holding in your hand?" The majestic and loud voice of clan leader Shen Lingtian suddenly exploded like thunder in the hall where Shen Yiquan was. The voice contained unspeakable confusion and questioning.

This sudden questioning echoed in the hall, as if the air had frozen in an instant. Everyone on the field was startled at first, and then, as if awakened, they all turned their eyes in the direction of Shen Yiquan, their eyes full of doubt, surprise and inquiry. For a moment, the whole hall was filled with a tense atmosphere.

Shen Yiquan trembled all over and his face turned pale instantly. He was holding something in his hand, but because it was wrapped in Shen Yiquan's palm, it was difficult to see the whole picture. From the cold light that occasionally appeared, it could be guessed that it was a weapon.

To go back to the story, it turned out that Shen Yiquan couldn't suppress his curiosity about the thing that Shen Yun stuffed into his hands, so when no one around him paid much attention to him, he quietly raised his hand to his chest, and was about to take this opportunity to quickly pick it up and take a look.

However, just as his fingers were about to touch the object, a sudden roar exploded in his ears like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, instantly pulling him back from his thoughts. The sound was so loud and so abrupt that it made his whole body tremble. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and suddenly a chill rose from the soles of his feet and quickly spread throughout his body.

He raised his head in panic and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see the clan leader Shen Lingtian staring at him with a serious face. He realized that his actions had been discovered by his father, and his heart was suddenly filled with regret and fear. His hands began to tremble involuntarily, and his clenched hands loosened involuntarily, completely losing control.

As Shen Yiquan loosened his hand, a cold light instantly shot out from his palm, streaking across the void like lightning. The cold light was extremely sharp, carrying a deadly and dangerous aura, and the direction of the cold light was exactly the direction where Shen Yun was standing in the field.