"Oh my God, that's terrifying."
I smiled faintly and looked at her. "What's there to be afraid of?"
"When I chased after them just now, I saw their faces. Every single one was horribly twisted," Chu Zhaixing said in terror.
"That's because it was you." I sighed and looked at him. "Do you know that if anyone else had gone after them just now, they probably would have died? Those palace maids aren't so easy to look at."
"Once you chase after them and see their faces, you're doomed to die."
"Haha, who can blame him for being so weak?" Wuxin mocked.
We walked onward as the palace maids ahead of us led the way. No matter what we did, we couldn't catch up to them. They were clearly strolling along at a leisurely pace, less than twenty meters ahead of us, yet we could never close the distance.
"Quit playing tricks!" I snorted, gripping the Eight Tribulation Sword as I charged forward.
But at that moment, all the palace maids stopped. Then they turned around and looked at me.
Their faces were deathly pale, and each of them had a strangulation mark around her neck. Not only that, their tongues hung unnaturally long, and their eyes were filled with icy coldness.
If an ordinary person saw them, they would probably be scared to death.
But the Eight Tribulation Sword in my hand slashed forward, and the power of lightning swept across the area. The terrifying strike cleaved down, and endless lightning spread in every direction.
"Ah!"
The palace maids screamed one after another as the strike instantly devoured their bodies. With their meager strength, they were utterly insignificant before the Eight Tribulation Sword.
Brilliant lightning crashed down, and all those figures turned completely black before quickly dispersing like smoke.