Ghost Face's resolve turned ruthless and absolute. A savage aura began to build inside him. He actually intended to forcibly break through the pressure and detonate everything within himself!
"Trying to blow yourself up?"
Lu Yuan's voice drifted over, as if he had seen right through Ghost Face's thoughts.
Ghost Face's body stiffened.
Lu Yuan walked toward him one unhurried step at a time.
"I'm curious what your 'Way of Slaughter' feels like."
Those words became the final straw that broke Ghost Face's mental defenses.
He can read my thoughts!
That realization left him more desperate than any torture could.
It meant that every thought and scheme of his was as transparent as glass before this monster.
Resistance was a joke.
Begging for mercy was a pipe dream.
Even death might not be his to control.
"What... do you want?" Ghost Face rasped, his voice trembling in a way even he hadn't noticed.
"Nothing much." Lu Yuan stopped in front of him and extended a finger as well. "I just want to borrow your 'Dao' for a while."
[No! I'd rather die!]
A trace of madness flashed in Ghost Face's eyes. Deep in his Divine Soul, the "Dao Sword" forged from endless killing intent began to shudder violently, on the verge of shattering.
But Lu Yuan's finger had already touched the mask on his forehead.
Crack.
The hard mask shattered at the touch, revealing an ordinary-looking face covered in scars.
"Too late."
The power of the gray seal surged in at once, like the most overbearing king.
"Arghhhh!"
Ghost Face let out a beastlike roar. It felt as if a red-hot iron brand had seared his soul. The "Sword of Slaughter" he had spent his whole life tempering was being wrested from his control by an irresistible force!
But his