第92章 "Thunderous Wrath Descends"

**Chapter 92: The Celestial's Fury Unleashed**

Chen Beixuan's roar echoed through the hall, his voice like thunder as he released his grip on Xuan Yuchen's throat. The younger man stumbled backward, gasping for air, his eyes wide with fear.

"You... you're insane!" Xuan Yuchen choked out, his hands grasping at his neck.

Chen Beixuan's face contorted with rage, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "Insane?" he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "You're the one who's going to pay for your treachery!"

As he spoke, the air around him began to distort, reality bending to his fury. The space around him seemed to ripple, like the surface of a pond struck by a stone. The very fabric of time and space seemed to tremble with his wrath.

Xuan Yuchen's eyes went wide as he stumbled backward, trying to escape the wrath of the Celestial. "No... no, you can't do this!" he cried, his voice half-strangled.

But Chen Beixuan was beyond reason, his rage unbridled. He raised his hand, and a blast of energy shot forth, striking Xuan Yuchen with the force of a hurricane.

The younger man was lifted off the ground, his body suspended in mid-air as the energy tore through him. Chen Beixuan's eyes flashed with triumph, his face twisted with glee.

"You should have thought twice before crossing me," he hissed, his voice like a snake slithering through the grass.

But just as victory seemed within his grasp, a figure burst into the hall, her eyes blazing with fury.

"Chen Beixuan, stop this madness!" she cried, her voice like a crack of thunder.

Chen Beixuan's eyes snapped toward the newcomer, his face falling as he realized who it was. His anger faltered, replaced by a glimmer of surprise.

Li Qingmei, his fiancée, stood before him, her eyes flashing with a fierce determination. "You're not going to destroy him on my watch!" she declared, her voice firm.

Chen Beixuan's face darkened, his anger reigniting like a firebrand. "Get out of my way, Li Qingmei," he growled, his voice low and menacing.

But Li Qingmei stood firm, her eyes unwavering. "I won't let you harm him," she said, her voice steady.

As the two of them faced off, the air around them seemed to vibrate with tension. The fate of Xuan Yuchen hung precariously in the balance, as Chen Beixuan's rage clashed with Li Qingmei's determination.

And in the midst of this storm, a third figure watched with calculating eyes, waiting for the perfect moment to strike...