King Long Yu clapped her hands in satisfaction. This black sphere was a curious item she had obtained from the extraterritorial battlefield. Its offensive power was not great, but its humiliation factor was immensely strong.
The substance inside the black sphere was a concentrated liquid refined from a plant called the Black Cloud Flower. It was harmless and non-toxic, but it had two effects. The first was that it could adhere completely to an object's surface and would never come off unless that layer of skin was removed. The second was its uniquely refreshing scent—like canned herring soaked in stinky tofu brine, wrapped in socks that had gone unwashed for three days, and left to ferment for forty-nine days. An ultimate, rich stench.
King Kuangshi was now trapped in immense torment. The smell could not be blocked at all; it could even seep directly through the skin and into the body. In short, it had seeped deep into his very being.
Venerable Mosha retreated again and again beside him, covering his nose with one hand while waving his sleeve with the other to seal off the space King Kuangshi occupied. Only then did he feel somewhat better. The slave traders standing with King Kuangshi, however, were having a miserable time.
"Ugh, King Kuangshi, get the fuck away from me! I'm about to be choked to death by the smell!"
"What the hell did King Long Yu throw at us?! Cough, cough—ugh!"
Unable to endure it any longer, King Kuangshi directly tore off his facial skin and tossed it away. Only then did things improve considerably. The Flame Immortal behind him hurriedly waved a hand, burning that pitch-black lump into ashes. King Kuangshi restored his skin with divine power, then glared darkly at the smiling King Long Yu before looking at