Chapter 164: Intimidation

"You brat!" Fueled with intense killing intent, Ye Wang lifted his right leg to kick at Wen Ying, who deftly dodged. With a slackening of strength in Ye Wang's grip, he seized the opportunity to retract his hand, flipping his body in an instant. Wrapping his hand around a golden lightning arc, he lunged towards Wen Ying.

Wen Ying tilted his head to avoid Ye Wang's shattering eye punch. Although he managed to dodge, the electric arcs still diffused through the air, causing a tingling sensation on his cheeks.

After a brief pause, Wen Ying continuously evaded Ye Wang's lightning-infused attacks.

The speed of his attacks made Wen Ying doubt if he was really an adult fallen angel. It wasn't particularly fast, and his strength was mediocre.

"Frustrating!" Unable to land a successful blow, Ye Wang's impatience and agitation led to the emergence of demonic features on his body. Two sharp horns sprouted from his head, and his eyes shimmered with a faint golden glow.

Each strike carried golden lightning that streaked through the air, leaving behind a beautiful yet perilous trail. Multiple attacks combined, creating a spectacle akin to the rapid swishing of a fairy wand's light in the air.

While the fairy wand's light was merely visually appealing, the fallen angel's rays induced a numbing sensation in living beings.

Perceiving the blonde fallen angel's intentions, Wen Ying took three large steps back, distancing himself from the advantageous position Ye Wang was attempting to establish.

Realizing his plan had been exposed, Ye Wang's aggression intensified, fueled by anger. His moves became more reckless and unpredictable.

The relentless close combat between the two demons gave Kirishino, standing aside, an illusionary feeling as if he was under a spell. He watched, dazed, until the Mirror Demon delivered a swift side kick to Ye Wang's abdomen, sending him flying. The sound of their impact echoed loudly in his ears.

Ye Wang crashed into a table, coughing up blood, and uncontrollably fell to the ground. Just as he attempted to rise, a foot pressed down on his waist, pinning him back to the floor.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

Kirishino felt an illusory pain in his abdomen and back. He instinctively clutched his stomach, instantly regretting his decision to meet this Mirror Demon tonight. If he hadn't come, he wouldn't be standing here now.

This bizarre and perilous atmosphere made him wish he could vanish on the spot.

Why could a Mirror Demon subdue a Fallen Angel with such ease? Kirishino swallowed hard and silently inched toward the door.

Wen Ying seemed to sense something and turned his head. Seeing Kirishino's stiff body, he managed a strained smile and pleaded, "I never intended to intimidate you, really! I swear!"

From 'you' to 'you', the demon's attitude was truly pragmatic. Wen Ying turned back, looking down at the struggling Ye Wang beneath his foot. As he applied more pressure and heard Ye Wang's muffled groan, a familiar yet alien sense of pleasure swelled in his chest.

After a momentary trance, Wen Ying snapped back to reality, his heart racing as he placed a hand on his chest. Damn it, he didn't have such a twisted mindset, definitely not!

"You...f*cking...definitely, absolutely...not a Mirror Demon!" Ye Wang gasped, his eyes now entirely golden, filled with both resentment and defiance as he glared at Wen Ying.

Wen Ying subconsciously pressed his foot down on the fallen demon's head, then recoiled like a startled rabbit.

Meeting Kirishino's equally startled gaze, Wen Ying pretended nothing had happened.

He was in trouble. Spending too much time in the demon realm seemed to have affected his mental state. He needed to see a psychiatrist soon... but he couldn't consult with a human psychiatrist. If he were honest, they'd probably diagnose him with delusions or psychosis. Lying wouldn't help either.

Did the demon realm even have psychiatrists? But he couldn't reveal to them that he had previously lived as a human...

Wen Ying quickly identified a few culprits responsible for his mental state – Beros, Muershi, and Lan Jiaying.

Though, it seemed he had also caused Beros and Lan Jiaying some psychological issues...

Ye Wang struggled to kneel upright, his golden eyes blazing like burning flames, radiating with anger.

Since Aluda had done something that even he didn't know about, Lai Yehua no longer dared to be so direct. Wen Ying couldn't understand why this fallen angel was so fearless.

Lowering himself to squat, Wen Ying leveled his gaze with Ye Wang's, sincerely asking, "Aren't you afraid of Aluda?"

At the mention of that name, both demons instinctively tensed up.

Kirishino spoke hesitantly, "Could it be that Lord Alruda sent you to take over Ye Wang's position?"

"Not my great-grandmother, but His Majesty the Devil King," Wen Ying said.

Upon seeing the two demons' stunned expressions, Wen Ying blinked in confusion.

"Y-Your great-grandmother?" Ye Wang stammered, "J-Just now, when you were on the phone, t-the... "

Ye Wang rambled incoherently, unable to form a coherent or logical sentence.

Wen Ying understood, "You didn't know?"

Didn't all demons know that Alruda was raising a kind-hearted mirror demon?

The flames of anger in Ye Wang's eyes extinguished, replaced by an undeniable fear on his face.

Wen Ying found it somewhat dull. Despite beating him up, he hadn't elicited any fear from this blond fallen angel. Yet, just the mention of Alruda's name had made him so terrified.

If only he could achieve such a level someday, Wen Ying mused wistfully.

A brilliant idea suddenly flashed through Wen Ying's mind. He took out a few vials from his spatial bracelet and waved them in front of Ye Wang, taunting with a mischievous grin, "You don't have to be afraid of Alruda, she isn't here."

Ye Wang's gaze followed Wen Ying's hand holding the bottles, his Adam's apple twitching.

"But I've inherited her legacy," Wen Ying chuckled, revealing his pearly whites.

To Ye Wang, it seemed as if a howling gale was raging behind this demon, casting an ominous shadow over the entire being.

Wen Ying picked out a small black bottle and whispered into the ear of the blond fallen angel, "Shall we try this potion that feels like a razor blade on contact? I just learned to make it, so I'm not sure about its effects yet."

Ye Wang's face paled in terror, his pupils trembling. He scrambled backward, bumping against something solid until he stopped.

Kirishino had already seized the opportunity to slip away, transforming into a mist and swiftly escaping through the window.

Ye Wang cursed Kirishino in his heart. Now sitting on the ground while Wen Ying stood above him, the demon mirror appeared ominously malevolent from this angle. Ye Wang could almost smell the scent of blood.

After cursing Kirishino, Ye Wang turned his wrath towards his friends who had discussed this demonic mirror with him. Why hadn't any of them mentioned that Alruda was his great-grandmother?!

Being beaten wasn't the worst; it was those bizarre and sinister toxic potions and horrifying experiments that were the true nightmare.

Just now, when the other party had restrained him so skillfully, it was possible that they had dealt with many disobedient test subjects before... Ye Xiao imagined this, and the more he imagined, the more his body trembled.

The notion of fallen angel honor no longer existed at this moment. As Ye Wang's captor drew closer, his trembling intensified, fear evident on his face.

Wen Ying had no idea what kind of terrifying scenario this guy had cooked up in his mind to make him so frightened, but such an expression... stirred up the chaotic thoughts he had just suppressed earlier.

In the shadows beneath Wen Ying's feet, something wriggled in a cluster.

"Mi-lord," Ye Wang's voice was hoarse, his tone uneven, "I-I was just joking, j-just now."

Wen Ying crouched down, the corners of his lips lifting involuntarily. He raised his head, grabbed Ye Wang's by the hair, fingers threading through the strands. His unsettling state of mind made his gaze especially menacing.

Ye Wang stared at the small black bottle in the other's hand as if about to cry, trembling like someone with Parkinson's.

The hell was this Mirror Demon? Screw the Mirror Demon! Ye Wang would forever have an indelible psychological shadow cast by those four words.