"Now, I can only wrong you for a bit, he won't go easy on you next. Can you withstand it?" Lin Junzhao asked Pei Yan inside his body after everything was settled.

Having witnessed everything from start to finish within the body, Pei Yan sighed and replied helplessly, "Whether I can withstand it or not, isn't it something I must withstand? Is there any other way now?" Pei Yan's words were not entirely complaints; he understood the difficult decision Lin Junzhao had to make, but being suppressed once again made him feel even more indignation.

Since it was punishment, Lin Junzhao could not bear the torment for him. Once they switched bodies and Pei Yan regained control, the other Lords of the Plane vanished from the center of the arena, leaving only the Master of Origin of the Magic Realm and Pei Yan. Simultaneously, the surrounding time confinement disappeared, and the broadcast on the light screen resumed, as the crowd around them reacted with surprise, having no idea of the brewing conflict that seemed to have never occurred.

"Venerable!" The people of the Magic Realm, seeing their lord appear, felt reassured and descended from the air, gathering behind K and saluting him respectfully.

K waved his hand to signal everyone to step back and then looked at Pei Yan, smiling, "Let's not discuss other matters for now. Shouldn't you return what belongs to me first?" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Seeing K extend his hand towards him, Pei Yan knew immediately what he meant, gritting his teeth gnashing, he unwillingly took out the Spindle of Destiny he had secretly stored in his ring after snatching it from Moira, and handed it over to K unwillingly.

Taking the spindle, K weighed it slightly in his hand and then casually passed it to Mary Lavie, who stood bowed behind him. He then surveyed the crowd and said calmly, "Moira's affair is not something I will overlook; since she erred, it's her own doing. She made mistakes in the Foundation Plane, so she should be dealt with in the Foundation Plane. Our Magic Realm can certainly afford to be fair in this respect."

"Wise Venerable!" K's words immediately drew praise from his followers behind him, while the room timely echoed with applause. Only Pei Yan, who had witnessed everything, hung his head in silence, impressed by the audacity and acting skills of someone who effortlessly switched from conflict to preaching fairness.

"Fairness is fairness, rules are rules. The fairness you want, I have given you; you, Pei Yan, must also abide by the rules among these major planes!" K continued, then shifted his tone towards Pei Yan with disdain, "Since your teacher hasn't taught you how to respect your betters, then I'll teach you a lesson so that you understand what it means to know your place from now on!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, that intangible aura once again pressed down on Pei Yan's body. With a dull thud, Pei Yan, who had just stood up, was forced back down to his knees on the ground.

"Don't come here!" Feeling the stir behind him, Pei Yan, under suppression, strained to shout, "This matter began with me, and so it should be borne by me."

"Good, though you lack manners, you have some backbone and responsibility!" K shook his wrist, watching Pei Yan's painful expression, and continued, "I'm very curious about how your soul has been tempered to withstand three layers of soul attacks. It seems regular soul-targeting methods don't work on you?"

"Ugh...ah...ah!" At this moment, Pei Yan felt as though his entire soul, both inside and out, was being pierced by thousands of steel needles, each with tiny serrations that tore at his nerves with every in and out, causing unbearable pain.

"Oh! So there is some effect after all." Seeing Pei Yan's pained expression, K nodded in satisfaction and bent down to whisper in Pei Yan's ear, "Want to stand out? Want to be a hero? But do you know that being a hero comes with a price! Sorry to tell you, but from my life experiences, every hero I've seen died miserably." With that, K closed his open hand.

"Puff!" Pei Yan spat out a mouthful of blood!

The blood spat out was stopped by an invisible air wall in front of K, not a drop touching him, as he stood up, waved his hand, and flicked the warm blood back onto Pei Yan's face, turning around elegantly and heading off the stage, saying coldly, "Let's go, let's not hold up the continuation of the match!"

The freshly spurted warm blood splattered back onto his face as he watched the Magic Realm's people leave the arena with mocking, disdainful glances. Pei Yan collapsed into his sister's arms, who had come to check on his injuries.

Mu Fanchen, Li Songtao, Shitang Longsi, Vlad I—one strong enemy after another encountered in life flashed through Pei Yan's headache-ridden mind like a lantern parade. These formidable foes brought him pain but also motivation to move forward. After surpassing one enemy after another, there was a moment when Pei Yan truly felt he was strong enough, strong enough that no one could do as they pleased to him, not even the Demon God, who needed his power to achieve his goals.

And all these beautiful illusions were shattered on the stage.

Your supposed strength is still insignificant in the eyes of these people, and the so-called respect is just because they value your power. Yes, you are strong, so become a powerful pawn.

Your supposed efforts were dismissed casually with a word, and the fairness you wanted was not fought for but bestowed upon you.

At this moment, Pei Yan had a new target to chase. Though this target had already sprouted in his heart before, it was just a whim, but now it became incredibly intense.

"Are you feeling unconvinced?" Lin Junzhao's voice suddenly echoed in Pei Yan's mind.

"Ah!"

"Want to surpass yourself and become an existence like us?"

"Can you do it? Are you no longer wary of me?"

"Do you know why, after possessing you, I focused on nurturing you rather than your sister or my second possession choice, Ye Ruozai?" Lin Junzhao's slightly gloomy and venomous voice softly narrated, "Because you have more of a desire to win than your sister, and more of a want for revenge than Ye Ruozai. The desire to win can keep you relentless on the path to power, and the desire for revenge will turn all your enemies into ashes. I came for revenge, and I've never been looking for a goody-goody as a partner. I don't mind cultivating you to become an existence rivaling the original body of the Master of Origin, thereby breaking the world's balance. Anyway, the world is already chaotic, and it's none of my business. I don't care whether your birth will bring endless troubles in the future. I only care whether we have a common enemy and whether you have the courage to fight them with me."

"Haha, well, you chose the right person! Then let's go and take them down together!"