Chapter 18: Consumed by Rage

In his fury, Mo Han moved with a speed that defied imagination. Even as his words still echoed in the hall, his figure had already landed several yards away on the wedding stage.

No one saw how he moved.

Before anyone could react, Tan Xiaorong found himself lifted into the air, Mo Han’s hand clamped tightly around his neck.

A collective gasp swept through the crowd. Even Ding Si, known as the God of Slaughter, felt a chill run down his spine, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Could a human being truly move this fast? Even the Four Great Warlords—invincible legends in their own right—had never shown such godlike speed.

This man was a true powerhouse.

With a thud, Mo Han threw the coffin onto the stage. Still holding Tan Xiaorong with one hand, he turned toward Li An’an. The murderous gleam in his eyes melted away, replaced by the gentlest tenderness.

“My love, I’m sorry. This is all my fault. I’ve let you suffer again and again. Go home and wait for me. Leave everything here to me,” Mo Han said, his eyes full of remorse.

“You… you…” Li An’an’s heart was filled with grievance and fear. She had no idea how Mo Han could possibly resolve this.

Things had escalated so far that she knew the Tan family would never forgive her family now, nor would there ever be a chance for reconciliation.

Yet, in this moment, something deep and fragile within her was touched once more.

She no longer wanted to stop Mo Han.

Whatever he chose to do, she wanted to let him.

She even wanted to stand by his side.

Life or death—suddenly, such things seemed unimportant to her.

“I won’t leave. I’ll wait for you,” Li An’an shook her head, her expression firm.

Since there was no hope for a peaceful ending, then let husband and wife face the consequences together.

She was tired, but she had come to understand: some burdens were not meant for a single, frail woman to bear alone.

“Please, listen to me. Take your parents and go home first. I’ll handle everything here,” Mo Han said with a gentle smile, trying to give her confidence.

Today, he was destined to bathe the Tan family in blood. Such carnage was not something he wanted her to witness.

Then he turned to the crowd, his voice cold: “Ladies and gentlemen, from this moment on, I have a personal score to settle with the Tan family. If you do not wish to be involved, please leave now.”

The guests hesitated. Whether they stayed or left depended on the Tan family’s response.

At that moment, a nondescript middle-aged man at a corner table suddenly stood up and shouted, “Everyone, I am Wu Yue, head of the Battle Division, Qian City District. Leave at once, or you will answer to me!”

Wu… Wu Yue!

All eyes turned to the man, shocked.

Wu Yue might not oversee local economic affairs, but he commanded tens of thousands of soldiers and was an unrivaled authority in Qian City.

Such a figure had arrived in plain clothes, hidden among the guests, unnoticed even by the Tan family. Was something truly monumental about to happen?

The Tan family, too, was stunned. Wu Yue had come to their home, and they hadn’t even realized it!

But despite their shock, Tan Taijun and his kin were not afraid. After all, Wu Yue’s rank was still below Ding Si’s. With Ding Si supporting them, Wu Yue could hardly stir up much trouble.

Yet, since Wu Yue had spoken, as head of the Tan family, Tan Taijun felt compelled to address the guests.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for any shortcomings in our hospitality today. The Tan family must now settle a private matter. We regret that we cannot host you any longer,” Tan Taijun announced, bowing to the assembled guests.

Hearing this, the guests rose to take their leave. Some were curious to watch the drama unfold, but with the involvement of the Battle Division, this was no ordinary dispute.

One by one, the guests departed.

Mo Han glanced at Wu Yue, then turned his attention elsewhere. Wu Yue’s presence was both expected and not, but it would not sway his resolve to destroy the Tan family.

“An’an, you should go now. Look after Xiaoxiao,” Mo Han said softly.

Xiaoxiao!

Li An’an suddenly came to herself and, no longer insisting, left with her parents.

The Tan family had brought Xiaoxiao here. She needed to find her child.

Li Xiande and Xu Fang cast one last look at Mo Han, but said nothing, following their daughter out.

Ding Si’s gaze fell on Wu Yue, then shifted to the elderly man beside him. The old man emanated no obvious aura of strength, yet Ding Si sensed a depth that was unfathomable.

When the last guest had left, the doors closed quietly.

Only Wu Yue and the mysterious old man remained.

A fitful cough broke the silence.

Dangling in midair, Tan Xiaorong could no longer suppress his body’s reaction. His eyes bulged, his face flushed with the agony of suffocation.

“Let him go!”

“How dare you!”

At last, the rest of the Tan family came to their senses, shouting angrily.

Two of the family’s top fighters lunged at Mo Han.

“If you don’t want him dead right now, you’d better back off. One wrong move, and his neck will snap,” Mo Han sneered as the two charged.

He squeezed harder for emphasis.

Tan Xiaorong’s body convulsed, eyes rolled back, and he was on the verge of losing consciousness.

The two fighters froze, not daring to take another step.

“Mo Han, it was my idea to take your daughter’s cornea. If you have the guts, come for me!” Tan Taijun shouted.

“Don’t worry,” Mo Han replied coldly. “None of you will escape today. The only question is who dies first.”

He clenched his left fist and drove it into Tan Xiaorong’s thigh.

With a sickening crack, blood and flesh flew. Mo Han had broken Tan Xiaorong’s left leg with a single punch.

A howl of despair tore from Tan Xiaorong’s lips; his eyes filled with hopelessness.

Both his legs were ruined.

“You—!” Tan Taijun’s face was a mask of rage, murderous intent boiling over. He had never expected Mo Han to be so ruthless, breaking his son’s leg without hesitation.

The Tan family seethed with fury, their teeth clenched in rage. Were it not for Tan Xiaorong being in Mo Han’s grip, they would have torn him limb from limb already.

“Mo Han, you’re dead! The Tan family will never forgive you! Ahhhh!” Tan Xiaorong screamed, his voice hoarse and broken.

Mo Han only sneered. “Is that so? Then let’s see who dies first—me, or your Tan family.”

With a kick, he knocked the coffin lid aside and tossed Tan Xiaorong inside. “I’ll let you live a little longer, so you can witness your family’s destruction.”

Lying in the coffin, a terror unlike anything he had ever known seized Tan Xiaorong’s heart. But with both legs shattered and agony wracking his body, escape was impossible.

“Kill him!” Tan Taijun roared, maddened by rage.

Today, only by tearing Mo Han apart himself could he ease the hatred in his heart.