"You even peeled off Dai Mubai's skin, but I remember stomping his head to pieces. How did you manage to stitch it back together?"
"And without leaving any visible seams."
"Just how much do you hate me?"
Chen Jue's mind raced. He remembered offending only a handful of people.
Could it be...
With that, his lips curled.
"Let me get a good look at who you really are!"
Before his words had faded, Ma Hongjun, who had been standing still, turned and bolted like a startled rabbit.
After all, he couldn't just stand there waiting to die!
"Aaaah-!"
Ma Hongjun's scream was like a sharp blade tearing through the night sky.
He instantly lost his support and tumbled to the ground like an emptied sack, both hands clamped over the severed stump. Blood poured out, staining the ground red.
Screams rose one after another, echoing through the night like some ominous portent.
Chen Jue slowly approached like a specter, his gaze icy and utterly devoid of warmth.
He reached out and tore away Ma Hongjun's already tattered shirt, revealing a horrifying sight beneath.
Countless interwoven threads, like the veins of life, held that human skin tightly together. Around the abdomen in particular, the threads were stretched taut, as though they might burst through the fragile skin at any moment.
His gaze moved upward, but the face remained perfectly intact, smooth as a mirror, without the slightest trace of stitching.
Chen Jue glanced at it, a mocking curve forming at the corner of his mouth.
"The head doesn't give anything away, but the work on the body leaves a lot to be desired!"
With that, Chen Jue clenched his hand, and power surged out like a storm.
"Aaaaah?!"
Accompanied by a heart-rending scream, a bloody human skin tumbled through the air