"Awoooo!!"
"My balls!!!"
Sauron let out a howl of fury and sheer anguish. It didn't matter whether he was the Dark Lord or a peak powerhouse at the Dao Platform realm — as long as he was male, the moment someone stole his balls, the result would be the same: the same scream, the same pain, the same despair. Normally, a single kick to the crotch could be agonizing for a man. A "Monkey Steals the Peach" move was brutal enough — but now, his peaches were outright plucked and stolen!
"Damn, this divine ability really is shady as hell! I was aiming to steal the Supreme Dark Ring, how the hell did I end up with two eggs instead? This is bad, time to bail!"
Li Sansi was hiding in the clouds, and even he looked dumbfounded by what he had just done. He hadn't meant for this to happen — this divine power was too unreliable! Never before had it pulled out two eggs… until now.
Crack!!
Naturally, once they were in his grasp, there was no letting go. That dragon claw reflexively squeezed — with two crisp snapping sounds, the two round balls were crushed instantly.
"Awoooo! My eggs!!"
Sauron's eyes went bloodshot. That feeling of his eggs being shattered — it was a nightmare beyond all pain and terror. But the most painful part wasn't the destruction itself — it was witnessing it happen before his very eyes. That mental torment far surpassed any physical torture.
Hiss!!
Hearing the anguished scream, the dark soldiers and attendants rushed into the sleeping chamber — only to witness the scene, then immediately suck in a cold breath. Without exception, every male instinctively clamped his legs shut and shielded his groin with both hands.
Brutal.
This was just… too brutal.
No matter who you were — if you were male — you feared this fate.
"Dark Lord!"
The demoness Mei Ji's face changed drastically. She hurried forward to support Sauron in panic.
Sauron was drenched in cold sweat. No matter how powerful he was, his balls had been crushed — and while, given his cultivation, he could regrow them over time, the mental trauma… the shame… those couldn't be healed so easily. For any man, this was a fatal blow.
A critical hit.
"Will the Dark Lord still be able to… perform in the future?"
This stray thought popped into Mei Ji's head without warning — and she immediately smothered it in panic. That kind of thought should never be entertained.
"Catch him! I want him torn to pieces!!"
Sauron's face twisted with rage. His features contorted as he let out a crazed roar.
"Kill!!!"
A swarm of dark soldiers and servants flew into the air, heading straight for the skies above the fortress.
"Dark Lord, this humble one has a treasure that may help heal your wounds. Please, accept it!"
Just then, one of the servants stepped forward with a simple, ancient-looking box, holding it up respectfully with both hands. His head was bowed, but his body radiated fervent devotion.
"Mm, very good. Bring it here. I shall reward you greatly."
Sauron's expression improved slightly. While he normally lacked for nothing, the act of bringing forward treasure in a time like this deserved praise. Such behavior should be encouraged — he wanted to set an example. Let the others know: those who contributed would be rewarded.
Besides, he was also genuinely curious — what treasure could this servant possibly have that would help heal these injuries?
"Please have a look, my Lord."
The servant approached respectfully, offering up the box.
"Mm. You've done well."
Sauron nodded, enduring the searing pain below as he reached out to take the box.
But the moment he received it — an invisible ripple of energy appeared in the air before him. Like a formless hand reaching out from the void.
"What the hell — again?!"
Fury surged in Sauron's chest. This technique was just like the thief's hand from earlier — perhaps even more subtle, but it couldn't escape his dark eye's detection.
Sensing this, Sauron didn't even think — he instinctively squeezed his legs together, inhaled sharply, and moved the box downward to block the attack.
The speed of the movement — it was smooth, almost muscle memory. A pure survival instinct.
"Wait, I meant to attack the thief's hand… why did I defend instead?"
This odd thought flashed through Sauron's mind.
Indeed, his intent had been to destroy the thief's hand — and yet his body had responded with a completely different action. Even Sauron couldn't help but feel deeply humiliated.
This wasn't what he wanted to do!
Swish!!
And then — that invisible hand swept across his body.
A round object appeared in the void.
"Aaaaagh!! My eye!!"
Sauron clutched his forehead in agony. His third eye — the magic eye on his forehead — was gone. In its place was a bloody, empty socket. Just looking at it would send chills down anyone's spine.
"Damn, this eye is powerful — turns out it's a treasure! Jackpot! I knew it — when I, Kong Kong'er, make a move, I never come back empty-handed. Time to bounce!"
A strange laugh echoed in the void. The eye vanished into thin air, without even the slightest ripple. The entire process — from the thief's hand appearing to stealing the eye — happened in the blink of an eye. It was simply too fast to react to.
"Too tragic…"
The surrounding dark soldiers, even Mei Ji, couldn't help but feel pity. This day… was the worst for Sauron. First his balls were stolen. Then his eye. Was there anything more miserable than this?
Truly unbearable to watch.
"Intolerable! You dare humiliate me, a Dark Lord!?"
Sauron was shaking with rage. That eye — it had been his personal magic eye, the Soul-Hunting Eye. Anyone marked by it could be tracked and hunted. It straddled the line between flesh and treasure — one of his greatest weapons, a core part of his power.
And now… stolen by a damn thief!
Did these people think he, Sauron, the Dark Lord… was a public toilet or something!?
This was the ultimate humiliation. If word of this got out, how could he ever show his face again? His reputation — his foundation — was crumbling.
At that moment, Sauron suddenly felt a chill on his body.
He instinctively looked down at himself.
What he saw made his face go ashen.
"My armor… my clothes…"
He ground the words out from between clenched teeth.
At some point — without him noticing — every last piece of clothing on his body had disappeared. He was now a naked pig, utterly bare.
Shame.
This was naked humiliation.
An insult beyond comprehension. They hadn't even spared him a shred of dignity.
And the servant who had just brought the treasure box? Gone.
"Aaaaahhh! I'll kill you all!!!"
Sauron howled at the sky, black flames of fury erupting from his body.
Stealing his balls, his eye — now his clothes too?!
This was too much.
"Oops! My Star-Snatching Hand acted on its own again! Damn this old problem… why won't it go away?"
The "servant" had already escaped the palace, but his strange voice still echoed faintly.
"Dark Lord! Quick! Put on the Supreme Dark Ring — we can't let any of them escape!"
Mei Ji, seeing that Sauron had suffered three lethal blows in a row, panicked. If Sauron fell, she'd be doomed too. She hurriedly removed the Supreme Dark Ring from her finger to hand to him.
"Wait — the ring…?"
But just as she took it off — she froze.
The ring on her finger had somehow become a crude stone ring.
This… wasn't the Supreme Dark Ring.
It had been swapped — right under her nose, without her noticing a thing.
"What a fine ring! Chu Liuxiang thanks the Dark Lord for his generous gift. I leave a flower for the Lady as a token of appreciation. Much obliged!"
A clear, elegant voice echoed through the fortress.
"My Supreme Dark Ring… damn it! That's my life-bound treasure! How could it be stolen!?"
Now Sauron finally understood — the note left behind by Chu Liuxiang hadn't targeted Mei Ji at all. His real goal had been the Supreme Dark Ring. He had known Sauron would place it on Mei Ji — and swapped it under their noses.
And neither of them had sensed a thing.
This divine skill… was horrifying.
What was even worse — the thief had severed the link between Sauron and the ring. That had to be meticulously planned.
"Wait — danger!!"
Suddenly, Sauron felt a terrible foreboding rising from the depths of his soul. An invisible killing intent had locked onto him completely.
No matter how he dodged — there would be no escape.
Boom!!
A golden flash streaked across the sky. Within it, one could see the image of a majestic golden vermilion bird — a Suzaku — soaring through the air, its wings burning with divine flame. Its cry rang out, shaking the soul, igniting a deep, scorching pain within the heart.
It was a bullet.
A sniper round.
"Assassin!!"
The dark soldiers shouted in terror.
"Dark Altar! Dark Sky Curtain!!"
Sauron's face showed no emotion — only grim determination.
Above his head, a pitch-black altar appeared, covered in eerie glowing runes…