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"Hahaha…"
Chapter 152 Turnaround
The edge of the blood pool glowed with a nauseating red light, and the surface was covered with the remains of various creatures.
Some looked fresh, while others were just bone fragments.
Every few breaths, a string of fishy-smelling bubbles would rise up.
Passion stood by the pool, wisps of purple mist swirling around her fingertips trembling slightly with her anger.
Her gaze was filled with resentment, fixed intently on the two people opposite her.
The martial arts fanatic lowered his eyes, gripped the gun handle with his right hand, and remained silent.
The man beside him was covered in wounds, his arms and legs covered with scars of varying depths.
Some of them were still oozing blood, but he had an almost manic smile on his face.
His tongue occasionally licked the corner of his lips, as if savoring the pleasure brought by the wound.
Are you two useless?
The sounds of lust suddenly rang out, breaking the deathly silence around the blood pool, and the purple mist surged even more rapidly around her.
"He's just a little bug who just broke through to the Demon Emperor realm, and the two of you couldn't even kill him?"
She took a step forward, and bloodstains bloomed beneath her feet.
"The master was severely injured by that monkey, which is how this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity came about!"
"And you betrayed his trust, letting that little bug escape alive!"
Lust raised his hand, and a purplish-black ball of energy condensed in his palm, distorting the air around it as it was scorched.
"By the time the adult recovers from his injuries, that little bug might have become a considerable threat!"
"If he ruins the final plan, can the two of you bear the consequences?"
"Shut up, lust."
Painful calamity finally stopped laughing, his voice hoarse and filled with mockery.
He raised his hand and scratched a deep, bone-revealing scar on his arm, blood dripping from between his fingers into a pool of blood.
"Do they really think we're fools?"
"Isn't it just that you almost got beaten to death by the adults, and you're holding in your anger with nowhere to vent it, so you're taking it out on us? Why make such a big deal out of it?"
He took two steps forward, a morbid excitement resurfacing on his face.
"If you're really that capable, why don't you go and kill them yourself? What kind of skill is it to hide here and indulge in empty talk?"
Wu Chi's arm trembled slightly. His gaze inadvertently swept over the wounds of Tong Huo, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes before he regained his composure.
"You lunatic, do you want to die?"
His lustful rage erupted completely, and the purplish-black energy ball in his palm shot fiercely toward Painful Calamity, tearing apart the air along its path and emitting a piercing shriek.
"Hahaha!"
Instead of dodging, Tong Huo opened his arms and let the force of the attack slam into his chest.
The moment the purple mist exploded, his skin was torn apart, and a deep, bone-revealing wound appeared on his chest, from which blood gushed out instantly.
But his smile deepened, and he even let out a satisfied sigh.
"That amount of pressure is about the same as giving me a massage!"
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of provocation.
"Neither of us can kill the other. But—"
Pain deliberately dragged out his words, his gaze sweeping over the face that was slightly pale with lust.
"I enjoy pain; the more pain I feel, the clearer I become. As for you, lust, what you fear most is pain. You still vividly remember that slap from the master, don't you?"
His face turned ashen instantly, and his hand holding the ball of air trembled slightly.
She glared at the Painful Calamity, then glanced at the ever-silent Martial Arts Fanatic, and finally let out a cold snort.
"It's pointless to waste words on you two good-for-nothings."
Before she finished speaking, her figure blurred, transforming into a purple shadow, and instantly disappeared into the darkness at the end of the blood pool, leaving only a faint fishy smell.
Painful Calamity looked in the direction she disappeared, sneered, and then turned around and slowly walked to the side of Martial Arts Fanatic.
He raised his hand and gently patted the martial arts fanatic's shoulder, his gesture unusually gentle.
The martial arts fanatic finally raised his head slightly, a hint of doubt in his eyes, his voice low.
"Why don't you expose me? What are you trying to do?"
The martial arts fanatic was prepared to face the lord's boundless wrath, but Painful Calamity chose to keep it a secret.
"Don't do that, you martial arts fanatic."
Painful Calamity suppressed the madness on his face, pointed to the wound on his chest, and laughed, "You're different from them. You're my friend, and I don't want my friend to die in front of me."
"Is that so? Thank you so much."
"Hehehe, of course, we... are best friends!"
The man in white gazed at the black mist before him, a smile playing on his lips, his voice clear and gentle.
"You are badly injured; your very soul is trembling."
"It seems your plan has ultimately failed."
The black mist paused abruptly, then gave a disdainful laugh.
"You came here specifically to mock me, aren't you? This is getting a bit boring."
The man in white slowly shook his head. "I am a loser too. I have no right to laugh at anyone."
"So you came all this way just to tell me this?"
"Have you come to give me your last instructions, begging me not to use your body in this world to do evil? Begging me not to ruin your reputation?"
The laughter abruptly stopped, and the black mist contracted violently.
"Don't worry, those who saw you back then have either turned to dust or fallen into the cycle of reincarnation. There are hardly any people who remember you as a 'loser' anymore."
The white-clad man's fingertips twitched slightly, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.
He gazed at the churning black mist, his voice tinged with earnestness.
"Why can't you choose peace? Give up killing, and perhaps you can find a way to coexist."
"Hahaha--"
A more maniacal laugh erupted from the black fog, which churned even more violently, and black blood even dripped from it.
"I thought you were going to say something earth-shattering, but all you said was 'peace'?"
The laughter subsided, and a cold mockery echoed from within the black mist.
"You want me to talk about peace with those creatures I consider food?"
"You're getting dumber and dumber as you get older!"
"Didn't you say back then that you would kill gods and Buddhas if they stood in your way? Now you've become such a coward!"
The man in white gazed at the still churning black mist before him, a hint of melancholy in his voice.
"I just feel that some things could have been avoided. There are gentler ways to achieve the same goal, so why insist on going down a dead end?"
"A gentle approach?"
A sneer came from the black mist, which churned violently, and the hoarse voice was full of mockery.
"That's just your idea of 'better'! You're trapped in your past memories, blinded by a single leaf, and you think you're saving someone!"
The black mist slowly approached the man in white, and the malevolent aura around him almost solidified.
"Put down your ridiculous pride and stop looking at the world with your outdated perspective."
"You can't even protect yourself, you can't even protect the people you cherish. Change the future of the world? You're not worthy of it right now!"
"maybe…"
The man in white lowered his eyes, concealing the loneliness in them, and spoke softly.
Before he finished speaking, his figure began to become transparent, like smoke and dust blown away by the wind, gradually dissipating.
Perhaps, he really can't do anything.
He is a complete and utter loser.
There is still hope, that little guy, someone valued by that being.
Perhaps... with him around, a glimmer of light can appear in the dark future!
There is still hope.
Chapter 153 Sword Cry
Small pavilion in the bamboo forest
Mu Qinghan sat upright, lightly tapping the rim of his cup with his fingertips, his gaze falling on Ya Ya beside him.
Her previous aloof and dignified demeanor was gone; her cheeks were now flushed.
Her hair was half-loosened as she held the Endless Wine Pot and poured wine into a cup, not caring that the wine spilled all over her hands.
Her previous aloof demeanor had long since crumbled, revealing a touch of her naive and innocent nature.
"Oh my god, sister-in-law!"
Ji Wuji, sitting opposite him, slammed his hand on the table, making the wine cups rattle.
His eyes were glazed over, clearly he had drunk quite a bit, and his eyes were practically sparkling as he pointed at the wine jug in Ya Ya's hand.
"Your wine jug is amazing! We've been drinking since this morning, and it's never empty. How can it hold so much wine?"