Chapter 74: Your Wife Died? Sorry, That Was My Doing

Beneath the mask, Shajin's eyes watched the final trace of violet vanish into the "Imaginary," a flicker of disappointment in his gaze.

"I thought whatever was left behind by a demon god who even the Seven found troublesome would be a nightmare to deal with. Turns out it's not that big a deal~"

"That level of power… It's almost on par with the Geo Archon at his peak, isn't it?" Keqing's eyes widened, staring blankly in the direction Shajin had stood. It was as if her mind was still trapped in the battle just now, unable to pull away.

Excitement brimmed in her gaze, and her voice trembled with awe and disbelief.

"To slay a god with a mortal body…"

"That's… that's incredible!"

Ningguang glanced sideways at Keqing, whose eyes practically turned into hearts, then turned away with a helpless shake of her head.

With a bitter smile, she murmured,

"If only you weren't a 'Sinner'… things would be so much better…"

"Wait a minute!"

A jolt ran through Ningguang. She suddenly realized something critical.

During the upheaval three years ago, Shajin absolutely did not possess such overwhelming power.

There was no way she could believe he had grown this strong in such a short time—strong enough to tear a demon god apart with his bare hands.

If he truly had this kind of power back then, why didn't he use it to resolve the crisis?

If Shajin had been this powerful, he could've crushed Liyue on his own, no need for Beisht to intervene at all.

She felt like she was just a step away… just a little more, and she'd grasp the truth—

…

Shajin stood and casually brushed the dust off his clothes, as if he hadn't just been through a fierce battle.

His gaze flicked to Osial and Baqiu, a teasing glint in his eyes.

Osial and the serpent didn't dare meet his gaze. Fear gnawed at them—they dreaded becoming the next target.

Shajin found their cowardice dull. A hint of disappointment flickered across his heart.

So the tyrants of a millennium past have all become such cowardly creatures clinging to life?

Then, a spark of interest lit up in his eyes.

As if recalling something amusing, Shajin turned without hesitation and flew straight toward Osial.

Baqiu let out a quiet sigh of relief, grateful to have avoided danger—at least for now.

But Osial knew better. He knew he was cornered, and a god's pride wouldn't allow further submission.

His four remaining heads stared unblinking at Shajin as he approached, a flicker of grim determination in their eyes.

Shajin hovered before him, a strange smile playing across his lips.

"Hey, Osial, I've got something neat to show you~" he said lightly, a mysterious tone in his voice.

Osial's four heads stared at him, puzzled. What was this lunatic playing at?

Shajin reached into the space within his Vision and pulled out… a scale?

A faint glow radiated from it—it was the very same scale he had secretly ripped from Beisht's body three years ago when she was caught off guard.

He held the scale high, waving it toward Osial like a precious relic on display.

"Osial, this look familiar?" Shajin asked with a triumphant grin.

Osial's gaze locked onto the scale. His brows furrowed as he tried to recall…

Slowly, his expression darkened, the weight of recognition sinking in.

"That's… Beisht's scale!" he snarled. "How did you get that?!"

Shajin's grin widened, mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Heh, you've probably already sensed through your connection with Beist that she's… gone, haven't you?"

"Yeah, sorry. That was my doing. Took her out when she wasn't paying attention—and plucked this little scale off her before she even noticed."

"You dared to take Beisht's scale?!" Osial roared, fury exploding in his voice.

Shajin shrugged, feigning innocence.

Not that Osial could see it.

"Aiya, don't be so angry. I just thought it looked pretty, so I picked it up. Besides, Beisht's dead now, isn't she? No harm in keeping a little souvenir."

Osial's entire body trembled with rage. All four of his heads roared at once, their voices shaking the seafloor.

All eight of his eyes turned blood-red, seething with wrath and killing intent.

"Human… I'll kill you!!!"

Osial's furious bellow echoed across the ocean.

Around him, raging whirlpools surged—rising like colossal dragons, filled with destructive force as they hurtled toward Shajin.

But Shajin, even as he felt the immense power barreling toward him, didn't flinch.

Instead, he chuckled softly, muttering to himself:

"Now this is starting to get interesting."

He didn't dodge.

Instead, he charged straight into the attack.

His figure moved like lightning, weaving through the cyclone barrage in a blink and reappearing right before Osial.

Osial's eyes bulged—he couldn't believe this puny human had pierced through his assault so effortlessly.

But he had no time to dwell on it.

Shajin struck back.

His body flickered like a phantom through the air, each movement delivering a devastating blow as he launched a flurry of attacks.

His fists crashed down with crushing force, each punch a hammer-blow of pressure.

Osial howled in fury. His eight eyes burned with rage.

More whirlpools surged up around him in a bid to repel Shajin.

But Shajin was simply too fast. His fists rained down like a storm, giving Osial no room to evade.

Each blow slammed into his body, a lance of pain stabbing through him with every hit.

Osial staggered back, reeling under the relentless assault.

But there was no escape.

Shajin soared upward and grabbed one of Osial's heads with both hands. With a vicious twist—

Crack!

He tore it clean off.

Osial screamed in agony. The remaining heads writhed and thrashed wildly.

Shajin casually tossed the severed dragon head aside and flashed in again like a ghost.

One of the heads lunged in desperation, its maw gaping as it snapped at Shajin.

But he slipped past, lightning-fast, and appeared behind Osial in a blink.

Another head whipped around and spat a violent stream of water—but Shajin turned his body just enough to dodge.

In a blur, he was behind Osial again.

Tentacles erupted from Osial's body, lashing toward him in desperation.

But Shajin's figure shimmered in midair. His fists slammed into the tentacles with punishing precision.

Each blow carried enough force to shatter bone.

One by one, Osial's tendrils were smashed apart.

He reeled back, eyes still glowing with unrelenting fury—

But he was close to his limit.

Osial's six remaining eyes glinted with hatred.

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