Under the blue sky and white clouds is an endless sea.

The fishing boat floated slowly on the sea, and Caroline Onassis looked at the report in her hand boredly.

"You said, the old lady didn't respond?"

In front of her, a black man said, "Yes, I'm afraid that as the rumors say, this grandson is not favored by Li Shuanghua."

"Tsk, I'll just say it, how could a cold-blooded old woman like Li Shuanghua give up the opportunity to get close to the Witch King for a disgusting grandson?" Caroline shook her head and said, "What else have those old guys said? When can I go back?"

"It will take another week. In a week, whether Li Shuanghua responds or not, we will deal with that kid."

"One week?" Caroline screamed strangely: "You want me to stay in a ghost place without internet, cell phone or TV for a week?"

The man kept sweating down his forehead and said softly: "This is what the Presbyterian Church means..."

"A bunch of idiots, old man, waste, garbage..." Caroline shouted, "Who made such a stupid note, my cute sister? Or my fat uncle?"

No one answered, and Caroline was like a roaring lioness in a crazy way, no one dared to respond to her from beginning to end.

Caroline spat, looked at the trembling man in front of her, and suddenly asked, "Is that boy awake?"

...

In a vain darkness, purple fire shines in endless distances.

"What do you want?"

Fang Xingjian shouted: "Who are you?"

The voice ignored him and just continued, "What do you want?"

"I want strength, the invincible power in the world! Can you give it to me?"

"What do you want?"

"Tsk." Fang Xingjian shook his head. He dreamed of the purple fire every day these days, but the other party had no response no matter what he answered except asking him what he wanted.

The next moment, the cold sea water was poured on her body from head to toe.

Severe pain kept coming from the right hand.

Fang Xingjian slowly opened his eyes.

A black woman was looking at him with a cruel look, as if a tiger was looking at her food.

"Hahaha, Fang Xingjian, are you awake?"

Fang Xingjian looked at his right hand, which was constantly hurting. When he saw his bare little fingers and a layer of gauze bandaged, a trace of hideousness appeared in his eyes, and his little fingers were cut off.

"There's no way, you have to have something to prove our determination to your grandma." Caroline walked to Fang Xingjian slowly, touched his cheek and said, "It's a pity that old woman really doesn't like you."

Fang Xingjian stared at her and asked, "Who are you? What exactly do you want to do?"

Caroline laughed strangely and said, "My name is Caroline Onassis. As for us looking for you? In fact, the matter is very simple. The Black Witch King plans to accept disciples, but there are two candidates now, one is Fang Xingchen and the other is Doris Onassis.

And that old ghost is only willing to accept one apprentice."

Fang Xingjian looked at Caroline coldly and said, "You want to threaten Li Shuanghua through me? I have to say, this is really a bad move."

"Hahahaha." Caroline smiled and said, "It's not bad. This is indeed a bad move. We sent her the letter and your fingers, and she didn't react at all.

But this is just one step to many blows. In the next week, your Fang family’s business, territory, and personnel will be hit in all aspects, and that old woman will not be able to hold on."

"I'm just in trouble?" Fang Xingjian smiled bitterly: "You are not only trying to take away the position of the Black Witch King disciple, but you also want to squeeze the Fang family out of the five major families?"

"Hehe, the strength of the Fang family is no longer worthy of being as famous as us, but it still occupies so many industries that we cannot defend at all. This is not good. Not only other big families, but also several multinational groups and political groups have set their sights on the Fang family.

We were the first to do it, but we would definitely not be the last one." Caroline's fingers rubbed over Fang Xingjian's shoulders: "Then guess, will I kill you?"

As she spoke, her fingers slashed like a blade flashing by, and a large piece of flesh was directly lifted off Fang Xingjian's shoulder.

A scream roared out of Fang Xingjian's mouth. He stared at Caroline in front of him and said coldly: "You crazy man."

"Hahahahahaha." Licked the blood on my fingers and laughed: "I have to have some fun staying in this boring sea."

Caroline held her hands together, and the air in the room shook violently. Countless airflows rubbed against each other and made loud rumbling sounds, just like thousands of horses galloping and the waterfall flowed backwards.

‘Large-scale air shock wave?’ Fang Xingjian’s eyes were fixed: ‘Is it the second-transition profession of the Onassis family, a grand walker?’

Caroline on the other side showed a perverted excitement on her face, and looked at Fang Xingjian and shouted: "If you feel so painful, you have to scream out, you must scream out."

The next moment, countless rays of air flowed into waves of sword energy. They kept rubbing, making sharp screams, and then shot towards the Fangxing sword together.

In an instant, Fang Xingjian felt as if he had been punished by Ling Chi, like tens of thousands of small knives drilling around his body at the same time.

The sound of puffs kept ringing, and blood was carried out by the atmosphere like fog, spreading throughout the space.

Caroline lets blood sprinkle on her body, dyeing her clothes and skin red.

"Call, cry, enjoy it."

A twisted feeling of satisfaction appeared on her face, and her eyes gradually became blurred.

"My dear sister, do you think you can overpower me if you become the disciple of the Black Witch King?"

"I won't let you go."

"No one can escape from my palm."

Fang Xingjian's face was twisted, his mouth was opened, and he kept making shrill screams.

"Haha, guess how much money we spent to bribe your friend?"

"That woman is Jessica, right?"

"Five million dollars, she agreed to bring you."

"You really don't have much popularity."

While leaving scratches on Fang Xingjian's body wantonly, Caroline's voice continued to flow into Fang Xingjian's ears like the roar of a banshee.

"Haha, Fang Xingjian, you never knew how your mother died, right?"

Fang Xingjian's blood-filled head raised, and his eyes were staring at Caroline like a wild beast, as if he wanted to swallow the other party alive.

"Hahaha, yes, yes, that's the look."

"Speaking of this, do you think your second uncle let you go for your own good?"

"It's so naive. He is laying the groundwork for the fight for the position of head of the Fang family in the future."

Caroline laughed and shouted, "And your mother, hahahaha, that's a genius who completed the second transfer at the age of 16 will die of labor? Tell you, your mother was beaten to death by your grandmother.

Hehehe, do you know? You are destined to be a tragedy since you were born."

"Impossible." Fang Xingjian shouted angrily: "I don't believe it. Yes, you were born 16 years ago. My mother was only 16 years old that year. How could he be the second transfer? You are lying!"

"Haha, do you think someone went to the Miracle World 16 years ago?"

Caroline is obviously a torture veteran. Each blow brings great pain and minimal injuries to Fang Xingjian, making people unable to die or fall into a coma in endless pain.

What's even more terrifying is her language. Her words are like a poisonous dagger. Every word deeply penetrates Fang Xingjian's heart. From his life, his birth, his mother, his friends, he constantly tortures his heart from all aspects.

Two hours later, Caroline stopped panting, and there was still an excited blush on her cheeks. She glanced at Fang Xingjian with pride and then walked out the door.

At the same time, she ordered: "Healing him, continue tomorrow."

"Wait." Fang Xingjian raised his head. His body was almost inch-complete, just like a rag toy that was being played with. At this moment, he struggled to raise his head and looked at Caroline and said, "How did my mother die?"

"Hahaha, I have told you the answer. What can I do if you don't believe it?"

For the next seven days, Fang Xingjian suffered inhumane torture by Caroline every day. At first, he would scold and scream, but in the last few days, he almost lost the strength to speak.

Several black men raised Fang Xingjian, which had no good meat on his body, to the deck. Caroline looked at Fang Xingjian, whose eyes were ashes and had no reaction, shook her head and said, "It's really boring."

"Take him into the sea."

The black guard on the side said, "Sir, should you cut off your head and throw it away?"

"Idiot, we drove all the way from the East China Sea. This is a world of miracles. Do you think he can survive like this?" Caroline said: "The nearest coastline here is at least 200 kilometers.

What's more, when he couldn't even move his body for a while, he watched himself slowly be beaten by the sea, slowly swallowed by the fish, and died in loneliness and despair, wouldn't that be more beautiful?"

The black people around them shook like chills, looked at Fang Xingjian with a pity, and lifted him up again.

With a plop, Fang Xingjian was thrown directly into the sea.

Caroline chuckled: "Okay, we can finally return to Earth."

...

In the sea water that was both sinking and floating, there were bursts of severe pain that was enough to make people shocked.

He felt as if he had been cut into pieces, and then put it in a blender and stirred wildly. When he felt that he had breathed the air again, waves of blood flowed into his nose.

But at this time Fang Xingjian didn't care about it. There was only bottomless despair and endless anger burning in his heart.

‘I’m not willing to give up…I’m not willing to give up.’

‘Carolyn Onassis, this stinky bitch!’

Faces flashed in his mind, names leaped in his eyes, but the pain in his body was no match for the pain in his heart. Fang Xingjian, whose breath became weaker and weaker, completely sinked into hatred and anger.

"Why me? Why is it me!"

Accompanied by the outbreak of all kinds of dark emotions of hatred, anger, and despair, the pattern of purple flame on Fang Xingjian's body became more and more obvious.

The next moment, the purple flame began to burn from behind his head with a bang, and in a short time it spread his entire body, turning him into a fire man.

But the flame was burning, but when it met the sea water, it was like a phantom, and there was no reaction.

"Am I going to die?"

The pain of being burned by the flames in imagination did not come, but instead felt a numbness and itchy feeling spread throughout Fang Xingjian's body. He felt that his injuries seemed to have stabilized and he would no longer die.

"What is this?" Looking at the purple flames on his body, a hint of surprise flashed in Fang Xingjian's eyes.
Chapter completed!