The Buried World (The Grave Kingdom) by Jeff Wheeler

Author:Jeff Wheeler [Wheeler, Jeff]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-22T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY

Wrathful Emperor

She watched Echion’s eyes narrow with anger at her words, her accusation of weakness. His haze of fury stank of sulfur as he marched toward her, his face contorting to a mask of outrage and sudden hatred. Her heart quailed at the onslaught of violent emotion.

Echion grabbed Bingmei by the throat with one hand, lifting her off her feet. His fingers were powerful, the long nails digging into her skin, and breathing became impossible. She grabbed his wrist with both hands, trying to pry herself free, but it wouldn’t budge.

“You insignificant maggot!” he hissed at her, his lips curling back in a snarl. “You dare belittle my power? All that I have conquered and won by my wisdom and cunning?” She felt his fingers tighten around her throat. The savage fury of the man beat against her. In an act of pure self-preservation, she tried kicking him. It felt like kicking a marble pillar, and he did not even flinch. He only squeezed harder.

“You will obey me, taoqi, or I will punish you in ways you cannot imagine. I have thousands of years of experience in torture. You will be broken like so many shards of pottery.”

Her throat felt bruised. She wriggled and struggled against his iron grip, unable to pry even a single finger loose. His strength was beyond that of mortal men. Her fear of imminent death eclipsed even the awful pain he was inflicting.

Staring into Echion’s eyes, she saw the unlimited depth of his depravity and cruelty. There was blackness inside him, as thick and impenetrable as the darkness he had unleashed on the people of Sihui. All that lay beyond was the raging fire of his hatred, and he hated her.

That darkness inside him seemed to penetrate her soul. Her strength vanished, and her arms dropped, too weak to continue the struggle to free herself. She was nothing to him, not a life—just a worm as he’d said. The pinpricks of pain began to come up her arms and legs, the feeling of death she’d experienced many times.

Bingmei sloughed out of her body, as if it were a canvas bag that had burst a seam. Her spirit form lay at his feet. She shrank from him, even though she was incorporeal. She sensed the awful presence of the dragon that lived within the man, could hear its clucking, reptilian sound tear from his lips.

Echion threw her body to the floor, and she watched her own head strike the ground before lolling to one side, her eyes glassy, lips parted, a trickle of blood running from her nose.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Echion snarled, and he reached down, not for her discarded body, but for her soul. His hand, trailing pungent black smoke, gripped her soul and lifted her as effortlessly as if she’d been a leaf. The tendrils of smoke crept up his arm, as if his very pores oozed it out. The smoke billowed out of his jade eyes as well. The

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