My Celestial Ascension

Yuan, a huge smirk plastered across his face, looked at Denise and said mockingly, "Now what? Your knight in shining armor is dead. What are you going to do now?"

Denise ignored Yuan’s taunts, his gaze fixed on the pile of ashes scattered across the floor—the undeniable remains of Captain Seth. The evidence was irrefutable: Captain Seth was gone, burned alive by one of Yuan’s women.

"Y-You… You killed him… How dare you kill a member of the Great Drake Clan?! You’ll pay for this humiliation, you bastard!" Denise turned to Yuan, his face twisted in fury, his voice laced with hatred and disdain.

Captain Seth wasn’t just a bodyguard assigned by Denise’s father to protect him from harm; he was also a mentor, a teacher who had taught Denise the art of swordsmanship and the discipline of strength. Captain Seth had given Denise everything he could—guidance, knowledge, and unwavering support. He was the foundation of the man Denise had become. And now, he was gone.

Denise’s fury boiled over as the weight of this loss crushed him. He couldn’t contain the raw emotion surging through him. Witnessing his protector and teacher’s death—so sudden, so horrifying—was beyond anything he had ever imagined. He felt hatred, a deep, burning hatred, directed squarely at Yuan.

"Y-You’ve done something irreversible, you bastard! You killed him! There is no forgiveness for such a heinous crime! I’ll make you pay for this sin!" Denise roared, his voice shaking with rage. His eyes, bloodshot from his seething anger, locked onto Yuan with murderous intent.

Then his attention shifted to Xi Meili, who stood stoically before Captain Seth’s remains, her expression cold and unyielding. Even in his fury, Denise couldn’t help but acknowledge her beauty—unparalleled, otherworldly. Yet, at this moment, all he felt toward her was hatred. No admiration, no attraction—only hatred.

Fixing his gaze on Xi Meili, Denise let out a vicious, mocking grin and spat, "And you, bitch! I’ll make you beg for mercy before me! I’ll ensure you don’t escape punishment for this unforgivable act!"

Xi Meili’s expression didn’t waver. Instead, she sneered, her lips curling into a sharp smile. "Do you honestly think we’ll let you go after all of this?" she asked, her tone icy and scornful. "You’ll be joining your precious servant soon enough. There’s no way you’ll make us pay."

"What do you—wait a minute…" Denise froze mid-sentence, his eyes widening in realization. He glanced between Yuan and his wives, his expression morphing into one of disbelief.

"Y-You bastard!" Denise snapped at Yuan, letting out a wild roar as he finally realized why his precious servant hadn’t returned after leaving his VIP room. Experience more tales on NovelBin.Côm

"How dare you?! How dare you kill him! I’ll make you pay for taking the lives of not one but two of my people! You’ll regret this, you monster!" Denise bellowed, his face contorted with rage. If glares could kill, Yuan would have been struck down thousands of times by now.

With a calm, mocking smile, Yuan stepped forward and replied, his tone dripping with disdain, "How dare I kill him? Are you seriously asking me that? Do you honestly expect me to treat someone with respect after hearing their ridiculous demands?"

He shook his head with exaggerated pity. "Sad, isn’t it? But this wouldn’t have happened if you could’ve controlled your disgusting lust for my wives. Just because you’re the young master of the Drake Clan doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want. The world doesn’t revolve around you, Denise." Yuan’s voice carried sharp mockery as he glanced down at the man.

"It’s all your fault that two people lost their lives because of you," Yuan continued, his words like venom. "You’re nothing more than a worthless, self-absorbed fool!"

Denise’s face twisted further in fury, but Yuan didn’t stop. He knew trying to reason with Denise was a waste of time. Trouble had been brewing for a while now, and Yuan had already sensed its arrival. Someone else was waiting in the wings, ready to unleash chaos.

’The Golden Skull organization… I bet they’re up to no good, as always,’ Yuan thought, his calm smile returning. This so-called terrorist group had been a thorn in his side for quite some time, constantly targeting him and his wives.

He felt a flicker of excitement. ’If they do make their move, it’ll be interesting to see what their plans are. I also have a few questions for them. After all, they’ve been hunting me for far too long.’

Despite their relentless attempts, the Golden Skull members were no match for Yuan or his wives. Each encounter ended with their swift and effortless deaths.

’If they dare disturb us now, I won’t give them a chance to explain. I’ll end their lives with a single swing of my sword,’ Yuan thought coldly, his grin widening as he shifted his attention back to Denise.

The powerful pressure Yuan was emitting kept Denise pinned to the ground. He struggled to even lift himself, his body trembling under the weight of the oppressive aura.

’Damn this pressure! What the hell is this?! Are they using some kind of artifact to generate this power? It’s too overwhelming!’ Denise cursed inwardly, his pride crumbling as he felt utterly powerless.

But giving up wasn’t an option. Driven by anger and a thirst for revenge, Denise gritted his teeth and began channeling his mana. He pushed it through his body, focusing it into his muscles in a desperate attempt to break free.

No matter how hard he tried, Denise couldn’t free himself from the mysterious pressure pinning him against the cold marble floor.

’Damn it! Just how strong is this pressure?! Why can’t I break free?! This is unbelievable!’ he screamed inwardly, furious at his own helplessness and overcome by the grief of losing his two most loyal men.

Seeing the desperation etched across his face, Lily sneered. "Look at you now. Where’s all that bravado you had earlier? Aren’t you the mighty young master of the Great Drake Clan?"

She chuckled, her tone dripping with mockery. "Well, it seems like you messed with the wrong people this time. And this is exactly why you’re in this situation."

With a playful but cruel smile, Lily pointed toward a pile of ashes near the door. "Oh, and over there… That’s all that’s left of your precious servant, Gordon. Are you happy now? Finally reunited with him?"

Her words hit Denise like a dagger. His eyes widened, and he turned to stare at the pile of ashes with a heavy, emotional expression. A deep sigh escaped his lips as memories of Gordon flooded his mind.

Gordon had been more than just a servant—he’d been a father figure, a mentor, and a protector. From the moment Denise was born, Gordon had been by his side, guiding and caring for him. Losing him was a pain like no other. But what hurt the most was knowing it was his own recklessness and arrogance that had led to Gordon’s death.

’Why is this happening to me?’ Denise thought, utterly defeated and confused.

Yuan, however, had no patience for Denise’s self-pity. He strode over, grabbed him by the collar, and effortlessly lifted him off the ground, retracting the oppressive pressure that had kept Denise pinned.

Denise’s eyes widened in shock. How could Yuan lift him so easily? But even more terrifying than Yuan’s strength was the look in his eyes—a cold, piercing glare that sent shivers down Denise’s spine.

"You’ve committed the greatest sin by coming here and disturbing our peace," Yuan said, his voice calm yet chilling. "Not only that, but you dared to send your lackeys to demand that my wives ’warm your bed.’ That’s not just arrogance—it’s unforgivable!"

A bone-chilling smile spread across Yuan’s face as he continued, "You’ve crossed a line, Denise. And now, you’ll pay for your sins."

Fear gripped Denise for the first time in his life. His voice trembled as he stammered, "W-What are you doing? Let me go! I’m warning you—this won’t end well for you if you lay a hand on me!"

But Yuan only sneered, his disdain for Denise clear in his voice. "What do I think? I think you deserve to suffer for what you’ve done. I’ve seen everything—how you treated those poor women in your room like they were nothing but objects. Watching your animalistic behavior was sickening. Just remembering it makes me want to puke."

With that, Yuan tossed Denise to the floor like a piece of trash. Denise hit the ground hard, his body trembling not just from the impact but from the overwhelming fear now coursing through him.

Bang! Denise’s body slammed into the marble floor with a resounding impact, cracking the polished surface and breaking several of his bones in the process.

"Argh! Cough! Cough!" Denise writhed on the floor, groaning in pain as he coughed up blood. The sharp, searing agony from his fractured bones left him gasping, his face contorted in anguish.

"Y-Yo-You… you’ll pay for this…!" Denise stammered in a trembling voice, attempting to sound defiant despite his weakened state. But before he could finish, a sudden, excruciating pain shot through his groin.

"Arghhh!" Denise let out a high-pitched scream as Yuan delivered a brutal kick to his groin. The force was merciless, shattering his dignity and, quite literally, his manhood. His testicles burst like fragile eggs under the impact, leaving him writhing in unimaginable pain. The damage was permanent—unless his family possessed some miraculous means of healing, he would remain impotent for life.

The pain was so overwhelming that Denise’s body finally gave out. His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed into unconsciousness. Yuan and his wives stood over him, unfazed by the scene.

As they debated what to do next, the door suddenly burst open with a loud crash.

Aisha stormed into the room, her expression serious and sharp. But as her gaze fell on the chaotic scene before her, her demeanor shifted. Her eyes widened in shock, and her jaw dropped slightly as she recognized Denise lying crumpled on the floor.

"What the hell happened here after I left the room?" Aisha muttered, her voice filled with disbelief.

Her eyes darted between the cracked marble, the unconscious Denise, and the calm but unyielding expressions on Yuan and his wives’ faces.