"It's you!"
Huojin took a step forward. Although he did not know why Wangchuan's appearance had changed, he would never forget that superior look in his eyes.
"Aaagh!"
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
"I'll slaughter you!"
Huojin screamed himself hoarse, his teeth chattering.
Dagon shrank back behind the others, the expression on his face completely frozen.
"Wangchuan..."
"Wangchuan. Scared."
He remembered that overwhelming power.
In his mind, Wangchuan was invincible.
Not very strong, not someone he could not beat, but invincible.
Dagon clenched his hands, his nails digging into his palms. Blood seeped out, but he could not feel it.
Mu Xi sat on the iron chair. The scales were still on the ground, their silvery-white light completely extinguished.
Her eyes were on Wangchuan.
This was her first time seeing this person. She did not know who he was, how strong he was, or whom he had killed.
But she saw Kenjaku's face.
That face belonged to Suguru Geto, but the trembling true body atop the skull proved one thing.
Kenjaku was afraid.
And the fact that he had transported all four of them here without anyone noticing showed how powerful his methods were.
Mu Xi's fingers slowly tightened around the iron chair's armrest.
"This is trouble."
Wangchuan stood in the moonlight, looking at the four of them.
His gaze paused on Huojin for an instant.
"You."
Huojin stiffened.
"I remember erasing you."
"Why are you still alive?"
Huojin opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again.
"Ah, you think I'd tell you?"
"Today, I'm getting my revenge!"
Wangchuan ignored him.
He merely looked at Huojin, the blankness in his eyes expanding. Then his gaze shifted slightly and landed on Mu Xi.
A thought instantly invaded their minds.
He soon obtained everything he wanted.
"Your Cursed Technique is