The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

Chapter 631: Chapter 598: The Beauty Pie Falling from the Sky! (2)_4

At that moment, Bo Xianmin no longer cared about her hollow explanations. Under these circumstances, would Qin Fan, who regarded them as mere ants, bother with such a petty method to sow discord among them? Impossible. Absolutely not!

"I’ll fucking kill you! Kill you!"

The muscles in his face trembled wildly. Suddenly, Bo Xianmin roared and charged toward the noblewoman like a madman, completely ignoring Qin Fan’s presence. His hands fiercely clamped around her throat. "You dare to tarnish the Bo Family’s name! How can I face our ancestors?! How?!" Each word was forced through clenched teeth as his hands tightened, crushing her neck with unrestrained force until a sickening crunch of bone and cartilage echoed through the room.

The noblewoman’s eyes bulged, her pupils starting to protrude. She instinctively swung her hands, flailing uselessly at Bo Xianmin, but it was utterly futile. He had gone completely mad.

On any other day, learning of his wife’s betrayal would have enraged him, but not to the point of losing his composure like this. After all, his status had always compelled him to think thrice before acting. But now, his mental state had collapsed, completely shattered by the despair Qin Fan had brought upon him. He no longer cared about anything. He knew that whether he survived this encounter or not, the Bo Family’s foundation was destroyed. Everything his ancestors—and he himself—had built over the years had been for nothing. In this desperate situation, his only thought was to execute the woman who had betrayed him.

As the noblewoman’s breathing became more labored, Bo Xianmin’s face grew more hideous. But before his ever-tightening grip could suffocate her, a sneering Qin Fan suddenly lashed out with a kick, striking Bo Xianmin squarely.

"She is not yours to kill!" Qin Fan spat coldly, glancing at Bo Xianmin as he was sent flying, spewing blood before crashing into the far wall.

The next moment, Qin Fan’s five fingers, still clamped on the noblewoman’s head, suddenly tightened. Unlike when he dealt with Chen Tiansheng, a horrifying scream erupted from the woman’s throat. In the blink of an eye, her features twisted, and blood gushed from her seven orifices. As her life abruptly faded, Qin Fan released his grip with a placid expression, as if nothing had happened. He then turned and walked toward Bo Xianmin, who was collapsed at the base of the wall.

"Your turn," he said, his voice as chilling as a Shura’s. Qin Fan’s eyes narrowed. He lifted his foot and slammed it down onto Bo Xianmin’s chest!

BOOM—!!!

A thunderous sound echoed as the ground beneath Bo Xianmin cracked and spiderwebbed. A spray of blood, mixed with fragments of his internal organs, erupted from his mouth. His eyes shot wide, and then his pupils rapidly constricted. And so, the curtain fell on a powerhouse with a boundless future.

Without even a glance at Bo Xianmin’s body, his eyes still wide open in death, Qin Fan turned. His gaze fell upon Bao Qiudong, who was convulsing as he tried to crawl toward the main entrance. "Young Master Bao, do you really think you can crawl away?" Qin Fan asked, his voice devoid of any emotion. He remained rooted to the spot, watching Bao Qiudong’s trembling, hesitant progress as he inched forward.

Hearing Qin Fan’s voice from behind him, Bao Qiudong’s desperate crawling came to a halt. "Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!" Tears and snot streamed down his face as he shook his head and cried out. After shouting, he shifted his limbs, turning his body to face Qin Fan. Not daring to meet Qin Fan’s gaze, he pressed his forehead firmly to the ground. Fear and despair intertwined as he pleaded, sobbing uncontrollably, "Spare my life! Please, I beg you! I was wrong! I was wrong!"

Even now, he showed no sign of grief for his parents, only a selfish desperation to save his own skin. Qin Fan’s gaze was cold, as if he were looking down upon an ant that wasn’t even worth the effort to kill. "Come here," he ordered indifferently.

"No, no! Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!" Hearing the two words that sounded like a death sentence, Bao Qiudong shook his head violently and screamed. At this point, there was no longer any doubt in his mind about Qin Fan’s murderous intent. With his entire family gone, the idea that Qin Fan might mercifully spare him—the main culprit—was a delusion he couldn’t afford.

"I told you to come here!" His voice was a cold, gravelly rasp as he gritted his teeth.

"No, don’t, don’t!" Shaking his head, Bao Qiudong continued his futile struggle.

"Come here!" With an impatient roar, Qin Fan stomped his foot.

BOOM—!!!

In an instant, cracks radiated outward from his footprint, spreading across the entire room. Amidst the splintering sounds, the hundred-square-meter floor was left completely shattered. This stomp didn’t just shatter the ground; it shattered what was left of Bao Qiudong’s heart.

"WAAAAH—!"

Feeling the ground crack and break beneath him, Bao Qiudong finally lost control, his mental breakdown culminating in a pained howl. But even as he howled, his limbs subconsciously began to move, crawling toward Qin Fan.

"Stand up," Qin Fan commanded coldly before Bao Qiudong could reach his feet.

His body, scraping against the cracked ground, froze. Amidst his mournful cries, Bao Qiudong slowly, painfully struggled to get up.

THUD—!

Just as he managed to lift his torso a foot off the ground, his legs, soft and unable to support his weight, gave out completely. His body crashed heavily back to the floor.