The Plan Backfires

Below, Han Yu glanced up mid-bite, eyebrows rising slightly.

"Oh?" he said, voice calm. "Finally lost patience, huh?"

Wei Pan snarled. "You're finished, brat!"

But Han Yu's eyes twinkled. "Maybe. But not before I return the favor."

He slapped his palm against the cave floor and sent a burst of Spirit Qi out like a wave. It shot down into the bones he'd tossed casually around his little camp—bones that had looked like leftovers from his meals.

In truth, each was hollowed and stuffed with a compressed pill from Li Mei's "Aggressive Variant" series—specifically designed to erupt when destabilized by spirit energy.

The effect was immediate.

BOOM!