"Misbehaving has consequences. You'll bear them yourselves."
Ding Ling's voice was very childish, yet it sounded utterly indifferent.
Combined with his barely six-year-old body, the contrast and eerie feeling were incredibly intense.
The group of young men were so frightened that their pupils contracted and their bodies trembled.
Every one of them was powerful, and all possessed Curse Power. Killing ordinary people was as easy as playing a game to them, yet they had been effortlessly suppressed by a little child! It was simply unbelievable!
"What is a curse?"
Ding Ling asked.
The young men fell silent. Ding Ling flicked out a Finger Sword. Whoosh! It struck one young man squarely in the neck, piercing through it. The pain shot straight to the top of his head. He instinctively tried to scream, but with his throat ruptured, he could only make muffled sounds. Terrified, he clutched his throat and stared at Ding Ling in panic. In the end, he could not say a single word and collapsed helplessly to the ground with a thud!
The sound of him hitting the ground was like a heavy hammer striking a drum, pounding into the hearts of all the young men.
Every one of them was terrified!
Ding Ling's methods were too miraculous. He could actually fire Sword Qi through the air! What kind of divine technique was this?!
"What is a curse?"
Ding Ling looked at another young man.
This time, the young man answered quickly:
"We don't know the details either. We only know that curses are contagious. We were all infected by Third Master Chu."
"Third Master Chu?"
"He controls this area east of the city. He's one of the Four Envoys under Madam Bai and is extremely powerful."
"..."
Ding Ling pondered this and then asked:
"Why did you