Chapter 784 - Cutting Flesh Wan E
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Some are born unfortunate, unable to hear, unable to speak.Some are foolish and dim-witted, oblivious to the changing of the seasons all their lives.
Some are orphaned, with neither father nor mother, alone and destitute.
Some walk the road in peace, only to die suddenly beneath the hooves of a galloping horse.
Some tread cautiously through mountains and forests, but meet an unexpected end at the fangs of snakes and insects.
Unfortunate, unfortunate.
So many misfortunes in the world, and so many unfortunate people we see!
The power of forbidden Dao Techniques surged, darker than even ink, obscuring the bright moonlight.
It was like despair, cutting off all hope.
It was a shadow, a piece of fear.
It was illusory, yet also real.
It had existed before and would continue to exist in the future.
Everyone who witnessed it felt their future dim, their chances of life slim.
It was as if today were their day of doom, this moment their time to die.
This was a catastrophe, a disaster.
The most painful misfortune was about to befall them.
The main hall of the Green Cloud Pavilion, known as the Shrine of Good Fortune Green Cloud.
Yet the forbidden secret techniques of Green Cloud Pavilion would invert that good fortune, allowing calamity to overtop, entangling karma to converge and gather the dark clouds.
With Chi Dingfangâs power, he wasnât nearly strong enough to activate this technique.
He had to sacrifice his own soul, turning misfortune into calamity, nurturing disaster with disaster.
He doled out disaster upon himself first, then onto others.
Using the most malicious forbidden secret technique, he created a path to survival for the Green Cloud Pavilion.
At this moment, every cultivator of the Green Cloud Pavilion, from the Sect Master to the disciples, was deeply moved.
Even someone as inscrutable as Feng Yue couldnât help but get teary-eyed.
No matter the competition, the Feng and Chi branches were connected.
After many years of association, he was acutely aware of the ferocity of this forbidden secret technique, and all the more able to appreciate Chi Dingfangâs choices.
In the moment of Green Cloud Pavilionâs imminent doom, Chi Dingfang showed the responsibility of a Sect Master.
He stood before the mountain.
Ready to die for the sect!
The calamitous clouds hovered precisely over the lean enemy, pulling at the hidden strings of fate, turning fortune on its head, disrupting destiny with ill omens.
Chi Dingfangâs fingers moved frantically, his body and mind alight, his soul fading.
And with that, the clouds deepened, and disaster loomed!
Just as the forbidden secret technique was about to be completed at the very last moment.
The least exceptional looking and slender figure among the invaders suddenly yelled, âIâm done playing!â
The shout was shrill, hasty.
He behaved like a sulky child, treating the siege that could annihilate their line as nonsense, the life-and-death battle as childâs play, that he could simply declare âIâm not playingâ and just stop.
No matter how powerful he was, his words seemed too childish.
Nobody cared about the weight of his words.
Except for Chi Dingfang himself, whose Dao Technique surged even more urgently, his emotions grew more intense, his soul dissipated even faster.
Only he, who had been fighting the slender man all along, knew the terrifying strength of his opponent, unfathomable.
Otherwise, why would he have to sacrifice himself, relying on a forbidden secret technique to break the situation?
But the emotions and sentiments of others never figured into Li the Fourthâs considerations.
Apart from âThird Brotherâ, nobody could truly influence him.
Facing the calamitous clouds that ensnared fate, and confronting the desperate struggle of a Fourth Realm Outer Building cultivator.
He felt threatened, so he said, âIâm done playing.â
And that was all.
His right hand reached out, and with a casual snatch, he took a long knife from the hands of a Green Cloud Pavilion cultivator.
A flash of cold light.
The blade reversed, aiming for his own neck!
In his hands, he took the knife not to harm others, but to harm himself.
He was not acting, not performing, not merely bluffing.
One strike, and flesh flew.
The cut was so vicious, slicing deeply past halfway as if he aimed for decapitation.
The cold blade parted flesh, coming to a stop in the middle of Li the Fourthâs neck.
But he showed no sign of pain, instead grinning broadly.
Directly opposite him, utterly unanticipated, Chi Dingfangâs entire head suddenly flew off!
The headless body crashed to the ground, and the fully formed calamitous clouds above that were about to bring disaster dissipated in an instant as their caster and support were lost.
The sky was sparsely dotted with stars, the horizon bright with moonlight.
The clouds had passed, yet the bright moonâs light that fell felt chillingly cold to the cultivators of the Green Cloud Pavilion!
Chi Dingfangâs struggles, his undertakings, his desperate effortsâŚ
They all meant nothing!
In that instant, many pieced-together thoughts suddenly connected in their minds.
âSuicide Attack Divine AbilityâŚâ Feng Yueâs face was filled with horror: âYou are Li Shou!
The Flesh-Shearing Fiend Li Shou!â
He turned his head to look at the fat man holding a steel knife: âThen you must beâŚâ
He finally understood the bizarre Divine Abilities of this man, his voice trembling uncontrollably: âWan E, the Wicked Fiend!â
Or rather, that horrible speculation had always been there, only he hadnât wanted to believe it, had been afraid to believe it.
And now, he had no choice but to believe it.
âUhâŚâ At this point, Li Shou had already pulled the long knife out.
The way he pulled the knife, as if he was yanking a wood-chopping axe that had sunk too deep into a log, pulling it out with all his might, treating his own neck like wood and tugging without any care for the pain.
Even those watching felt a sense of pain.
He hovered in the air, casually tossing the knife away, and clamped his fingers over the gruesome wound on his neck.
Blood gushed out between his fingers, dyeing his entire hand red.
With a somewhat dissatisfied tone: âThird Brother, how come itâs me who shows divine power, and yet he seems to fear you more?â
âHahahahaha.â By now, Zheng Laotian had already seized Green Cloud Pavilionâs only external Sect Guardian, Zhang Yuliu.
Amidst Zhangâs panicked and powerless struggle, Zheng delivered a headbutt with a direct smash!
Bang.
Like a watermelon bursting open.
Red and white splattered, warm and hot, smearing his face.
Zheng Laotian nonchalantly tossed away Zhang Yuliuâs body like a dead dog, and only then did his laughter come to a halt.
âHow else would I be your third brother!â he said.
âHey!â Li Shou covered his neck and flew towards Feng Yue, completely disregarding his wariness and those Green Cloud Pavilion disciples forming a formation behind him.
âWhy are you more afraid of my third brother?â he asked.
With Chi Dingfang and Zhang Yuliuâs successive deaths, Green Cloud Pavilionâs possibility of victory had been thoroughly extinguished.
A smart person like Feng Yue, of course, wouldnât be unaware that the situation had drastically turned.
But Li Shouâs trivial question rekindled hope in him.
He realized that the notoriously nefarious Flesh Carving Demon and Wan E Demon possessed a mindset unlike ordinary people.
They had a ânaiveâ cruelty, and this ânaivetyâ itself might offer a space to be exploited.
Feng Yue forcefully swallowed, accentuating his fear to make it more apparent, hoping to please the other party.
His voice trembling, he said, âActually, Iâm afraid of both, but when you both show up, Iâm more afraid ofâŚâ
âNo!
It canât be both!â
Zheng Laotian had already started shouting from afar, âYou must be most afraid of one!â
He strode over with an air that suggested he could kill at any moment, âSay it!
Whom are you most afraid of!â
âExactly!â Li Laosi chimed in, âPeople who are duplicitous are the worst!â
Cold sweat dripped from Feng Yueâs forehead in an instant, realizing that no matter whom he favored, he would offend the other.
And of the two, offending either would result in death.
âNaiveâ also meant that they might not comply with anyoneâs reasoning but followed their own direct logic.
The thinking and choices of a clever person might not affect them at all.
The sophistry, the flattery, the sycophancy he excelled in⌠were all utterly meaningless.
What to do?
What to do!
âActuallyâŚâ Feng Yue deliberated.
âStop playing around, thereâs serious business at hand!â
A womanâs voice suddenly rang out, momentarily easing the torment that Feng Yue was enduring.
The ghostly figure of the faceless woman stabilized in mid-air, standing high, her back to the Bright Moon, facing the sect entrance.
Her commanding voice surged like tides rolling wave after wave, âThe Sect Master of Green Cloud Pavilion is dead, this is the consequence of defiance!â
âGreen Cloud Pavilion has fallen, fleeing is futile!â
âI, roaming the world, am not afraid of killing.
There are rules, which I now tell you.â
âFrom now onâŚâ
âAnyone holding a weapon, dies!â
âAnyone harboring a Dao Technique, dies!â
âAnyone who so much as moves, dies!â
âAnyone who speaks without permission, dies!â
Four consecutive declarations of death, each spoken with irrefutable finality, filled with lethal intent.
Her malevolent presence was released without reservation, in an instant dominating the sect entrance, subduing the Green Cloud Pavilion cultivators who had lost their leader.
ClangâŚ
Weapons fell to the ground.
With Green Cloud Pavilionâs high ranks, one Sect Master and four Sect Guardians, all but one now lay dead.
And the sole remaining Sect Guardian, Feng Yue, took the lead in giving up resistance.
Their spines had been broken, their courage shattered by the killing.
The woman with the faceless mask was genuinely vicious, truly ruthless.
When she stated those rules, her tone and demeanor seemed not so much to intimidate but to give herself a comfortable reason to kill.
No one could doubt her determination to kill.
The already crumbling fighting spirit was completely disintegrated.
The night breeze whistled.
The bright stars and Bright Moon, a night of murder.
âAh!â An agonized scream still rose, eerily distinct in the suddenly silenced Green Cloud Pavilion entrance.
The woman with the faceless mask abruptly turned her head to look.
The man with bloody eyes, having just pulled his hand from an opposite cultivatorâs chest, stammered in explanation, âHe just moved.â
In his hand, he held a complete and blood-drenched heart.
In the end, the woman left him be and turned back, continuing her fierce speech to dominate the situation, âGood, it seems weâve come to an initial consensus!â
She said with a solemn tone, âYou all need to know fear, but donât fear too much!
Because I will not kill you all!â
âHey!â At this moment, Zheng Laotian suddenly called out to her, very seriously stating, âWeâre not playing, this matter is important.â
Which matter?
The woman who understood them, of course, knew that the idiot Zheng Fei was referring to the matter of who between him and Li Laosu was more terrifying.
This fat fool was responding to her earlier statementââStop playing around, thereâs serious business at hand!â
What kind of brain was this!
The atmosphere she had painstakingly created was disrupted by such interruptions, and the woman was almost bursting with fury.
But what was the point of getting angry with this guy?
It wasnât her first day knowing they were idiots.
Suppressing the urge to tear off her mask, the woman took a deep breath, ignoring these idiots who were more of a hindrance than a help, and continued shouting, âNow, listen carefully to every word I say because your lives depend entirely on it!â
She moved her gaze slowly from left to right, ensuring that every person felt her intimidation.
Only then did she say, âThose surnamed Feng and Chi, step forward, you are temporarily safe!â