Give You a Chance... But You're Useless!

The words he had just spoken, perhaps laced with a teasing tone, seemed to have enraged the Stitched Ghoul.

The two halves of the ghoul's face, each wearing a different expression, revealed looks of fury in perfect unison!

Fan Wu's verbal provocation and rage-inducing taunts, along with his blasphemous disrespect toward the Great Venerable...

All made the Stitched Ghoul wish it could swallow Fan Wu alive!

It disregarded the injuries carried by its soul-body and charged toward Fan Wu on all fours like a beast.

Its charging speed was so fast that the others could not react in time.

At least Xie Jiuyi felt that, with his own eyesight, he could not see the Stitched Ghoul's movements at all.

He could barely make out a fleeting afterimage.

Wherever the afterimage passed, yin energy churned like fog, sending shivers down one's spine!

It left him deeply shaken!

The enraged Stitched Ghoul did not charge at Xie Jiuyi and Shen Jiyue. Instead, it had singled out Fan Wu alone!

It wanted to devour Fan Wu's flesh and soul alike.

Behind its head, a mass of black hair began growing at astonishing speed.

It swept toward Fan Wu's position, twisting and wrapping around him!

The Stitched Ghoul itself also bared a ferocious, terrifying visage, its claws raised like a wild beast.

It swung its only remaining arm with sharp claws, while the claws on its other arm had long since been shattered...

And charged toward Fan Wu!

Its reckless movements seemed to suggest that it wanted to trade injury for injury with Fan Wu and wear him down to death.

If this truly were a "numbers game," Fan Wu might really have been in trouble with his 89+ [LIFE] attribute.

After all, even after suffering several severe injuries, the Stitched Ghoul's [LIFE] attribute was still far higher than Fan Wu's.

Unfortunately...

The World of Gods and Anomalies was not a game world.

Having a higher [LIFE] attribute than Fan Wu...

Did not necessarily mean it could grind him to death!

The countless strands of black hair behind the Stitched Ghoul's head had already swiftly wrapped around Fan Wu's feet, winding around his ankles until they looked like two enormous rice dumplings, as though afraid he might move.

The Stitched Ghoul's yin-yang ghost face clearly stiffened.

The black hair behind its head had actually only been a feint, but it had not expected the feint to succeed?

This stinking Daoist who dared blaspheme the Great Venerable and even dared look down on it...

Had actually not dodged?

Moreover, this stinking Daoist had not used the sword in his hand—the very sword that made even it tremble slightly—to sever the black hair binding his feet.

What was he doing?

What did he want to do?

In that fleeting instant, several such questions surfaced in the Stitched Ghoul's mind.

But its body was already within arm's reach of Fan Wu.

It had no time to think about anything else.

One of its arms, its claw-blade shattered, suddenly seized Fan Wu's empty left hand, while its other arm, still bearing claw-blades, clamped down on Fan Wu's right hand gripping the Demon-Slaying Sword.

The Stitched Ghoul knew how formidable this sword was, so its first thought was to prevent Fan Wu from using it!

Its enormous head was less than two paces from Fan Wu's own!

At the center of its bizarre yin-yang face, a tiny slit suddenly split open. In the blink of an eye, the slit expanded to the size of a cuju ball.

The opening occupied one-third of the ghost face.

Within the opening between its brows was pitch-black, as though no light in existence could illuminate it. An indescribable aura of death spread from the dark fissure.

It glared fixedly at Fan Wu.

The pitch-black fissure between its brows pointed straight at Fan Wu's head, and surging black mist filled with ominous, deathly energy gushed and spread from the opening!

Straight toward Fan Wu!

The rolling, grotesquely ominous black mist seemed capable of corroding all living things.

The air itself seemed to crackle with a strange sizzling sound.

The air was being eroded by that ominous black mist!

"I told you, I'd let you have both hands." Though danger had closed in to within a hair's breadth, Fan Wu remained utterly unruffled.

At this tense moment, when everyone else had held their breath, he even revealed a trace of a "kind" smile.

Looking at the ominous black mist surging toward him,

He neither dodged nor evaded.

Instead, he suddenly drew in a deep breath!

The ominous black mist gushing from the pitch-black fissure between the Stitched Ghoul's brows was actually sucked into Fan Wu's body through his open mouth!

This bizarre scene...

Stunned not only Shen Jiyue and Xie Jiuyi in the distance,

But the Stitched Ghoul as well!

Human.

Ghost.

Everyone was dumbfounded!

Fan Wu inhaled strand after strand of ominous black mist like a ravenous Taotie. At that moment, his lung capacity seemed bottomless; not a single wisp of ominous black mist could escape his breath.

After only a few breaths, the Stitched Ghoul's soul-body became hazy and illusory.

Clearly, using this move consumed an enormous amount of its strength.

The pitch-black fissure between its brows slowly began to close.

If it did not close soon, the entire ghost would likely be drained to death!

Yet what it found impossible to believe was this.

The absurdly powerful stinking Daoist before it looked as though he felt nothing at all!

That fellow had sucked its black mist inside.

And yet...

Nothing had happened to him?!

How was that possible?!

Its hollow eyes widened. That ominous black mist, dangerous beyond measure, could corrode and dissolve even solid steel! It could even eat away at a cultivator's soul!

A human's skin having such strong defenses... was something the Stitched Ghoul could barely accept.

But the internal organs should be fragile, right? Surely they could not be as sturdy as skin?

And yet...

This strange stinking Daoist had inhaled the black mist. It should have corroded his five viscera and six bowels.

How had nothing happened to him?

Was he...

Really human?

At this moment, it was no longer only the people from the Imperial Astronomy Bureau who suspected that Fan Wu was not human. Even this Stitched Ghoul was beginning to wonder whether Fan Wu was truly a human being.

No one answered the doubt that had arisen within it.

All they saw was this.

After Fan Wu closed his mouth, he opened it again, and the rolling ominous black mist shot out from his mouth like arrows loosed from a bow!

Exhaling qi like arrows!

Nothing described it better!

Moreover, the ominous black mist carried with it a fierce, surging yang energy. Caught off guard, the Stitched Ghoul was blasted head-on.

The excruciating burning and corrosive sensation instantly twisted the Stitched Ghoul's yin-yang ghost face!

"SSSAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!"

It let out a scream of agony loud enough to shatter earthenware jars. That miserable cry... truly made those who heard it grieve and those who listened weep, nearly stirring pity in their hearts.

The expression on its face changed countless times in the span of a few moments, overcome by unbearable pain.

The "skin" on the Stitched Ghoul's face seemed to be corroded by sulfuric acid.

The "skin" gradually melted away and peeled off, revealing the pitch-black "bones" beneath!

The black hair wrapped around Fan Wu's feet also rapidly recoiled.

The two ghost hands gripping Fan Wu's arms hurriedly released him as well.

It could not endure such agony at all.

It only wanted to put some distance between itself and Fan Wu.

However, the instant it let go, Fan Wu seized one of its hands in return.

His terrifying grip crushed the Stitched Ghoul's thick wrist until it split apart inch by inch!

The ghoul's entire body convulsed violently!

It endured pain beyond the extreme!

"Whoosh..." Fan Wu slowly exhaled a long breath. There was not the slightest sign of discomfort on his face. That same almost nuclearly benevolent smile still hung on his lips as he stared straight at the Stitched Ghoul before him.

"I gave you a chance... but you were useless!" With one step, he unleashed a heaven-reaching kick and slammed it into the ghoul's chin.

The Stitched Ghoul was actually kicked three inches off the ground, its ghostly body uncontrollably pitching backward.

Then it crashed heavily onto the ground!

Fan Wu withdrew his foot and calmly extended the Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand.

The tip of the sword pointed straight at the ghoul's throat!