As soon as Wu Yange reached him, the psycho slapped Wu Yange's face with the back of his hand, sending the prince flying landing besides Rong Zian. For the first time ever, the prince bled through his nose groaning in pain with bloodshot eyes and purple veins bulging all over his face and neck.

Ridden in agonising pain, Wu Yange, clutching his abdomen, crawled over to his sweetheart reaching out to touch Rong Zian's face. Wu Wuqing walked over all nonchalant with a disappointed look on his face. He crouched between them slapping the hand Wu Yange was stretching over to Rong Zian. "You are a disgrace to the name Wu and its better if you die. Take one last look at him because you would never see him again."

Wu Yange reached out for Rong Zian one last time as he whispered, "I love you Zian," as Wu Wuqing raised his hand to strike the prince with an exceptionally powerful ghostly force. But before his hand descended, the earth shook as though being uprooted from its foundation. Wu Wúqíng could barely stay still as the quake intensified to unprecedented heights. It went on for over a minute before abruptly stopping as peace was restored. Though peaceful Wu Wúqíng could sense this was only the beginning, something big was about to happen. He made a conscious decision to retreat but before he could stand up, his hand was suddenly gripped to the point of breaking by Rong Zian who had just arisen from his slumber.

A terrifying Rong Zian with overbearing glowing eyes dragged him further away from Wu Yange before pounding his body several times against the floor. By the time he was done with him, Wu Wúqíng's face was barely recognisable as he attempted to heal himself. Rong Zian wasn't having any of that, he ruthlessly ripped the man's spirit veins from his body while Wu Wuqing was still conscious.

The man screamed in pain as his golden core was forcibly uprooted, the pain was excruciatingly painful. Pain so intense it felt like his skin was being peeled off a thousand times over with no anaesthetic. The gruesome torture persisted for another five minutes all because Rong Zian chose so. He wanted the man to experience such torment for as long as possible without killing him as that part was reserved for Wu Yange to finish him off. Rong Zian held the man's golden core in his hand as he crouched down showing it to him. "You fucked with the wrong person your lordship. I am afraid this is the end for you," he spoke with gunmetal eyes that spoke volumes as he crushed it to dust with the energy dispersing into thin air. Though when he destroyed it, he couldn't fight off a sense of familial traces of spiritual essence related to whoever empowered Wu Wuqing.

Brushing off the thought he speedily turned to his boyfriend diligently inspecting every inch of him. Relieved, he sighed with a satisfied smile and warm affectionate eyes. It's only then that he realised something was off about Wu Yange, he had absent-minded continence as though moping over something. Assuming he was concerned about Wu Wuqing being alive Rong Zian attempted to ease his prince's mind. "Yan Yan don't worry he's not going anywhere. I want you to finish him off for me," he said gently caressing Wu Yange's pale cheek with the glow in his eyes fading away.

Wu Yange didn't give a damn about Wu Wuqing, he was already a dead man. What the prince was worried about was that he had lost his azure flame and feared Rong Zian would not love him as a mere man. Rong Zian was so dazzling, an epitome of perfection that he could barely keep up with him when he had his gift. Now that it was gone, it left Wu Yange with intense heart-wrenching insecurity and he didn't want to lose Rong Zian. With a doleful visage, he placed his hand over Rong Zian's hand that was caressing his face and turned to kiss the palm of his hand. "I lost my azure flame but I don't want to lose you. You are my love, my light and without you I don't know what will become of me," he whispered nervously rubbing Rong Zian's hand.

Rong Zian scowled in confusion as he watched his man's 'don't dump me' expression. He found it amusing but didn't laugh, why would Wu Yange think he would leave him because of that? Rong Zian was never a shallow person and when he loved he loved wholeheartedly. Recalling Wu Yange's past, he could understand why he was saying that. It had always been about his gift but no one ever loved him for who he truly was. He couldn't let Wu Yange keep thinking about such a trivial matter and so put his mind to ease.

Bare-chested as he was, he grinned in such an ominous way before wall slamming Wu Yange aggressively. That beastly yearning in his eyes made Wu Yange go hot and cold as he swallowed hard. This version of Rong Zian terrified him a little, the guy looked like he was going devour him right now. The prince's face flushed as Rong Zian suddenly leaned in planting a feverish intrusive kiss with his bare chest pressed against Wu Yange. The initial shock wore off and Wu Yange became responsive lightly sucking his lover's hot lower lip. Rong Zian seemed pleased by his response and deepened the kiss invading his mouth with his moist tongue.

Wu Yange welcomed the intrusion slowly sucking on Rong Zian's tongue before lewdly teasing below his partner's tongue. This action instigated a moan, escaping from Rong Zian's throat while his stray hands rubbed either side of Wu Yange's abdomen in a sensual way. The prince placed his warm palm on the side of Rong Zian's neck intensifying the kiss grasping a more leading role. But this wasn't just a sensual kiss, Rong Zian was transferring essence into Wu Yange reactivating his spirit veins. The invigorating feeling of a familial warm essence flowing through his body ignited his thirst for more and thus making the prince more aggressive sucking in the sweet essence from his lover.