"Outrageous!"
He really had nothing more to say.
Far away, atop a certain hillside.
Lu Daosheng's face was slightly flushed, his fists clenched tight, black mist coiling around them. The mist seemed alive, devouring his Yuan Power.
The man standing before Lu Daosheng had short limbs and looked exactly like the man who had controlled the War Behemoth earlier. Even their faces bore a seventy-percent resemblance.
At that moment, the man cackled coldly. "Lu Daosheng, you didn't see this coming, did you? You never expected this."
Around them, Earthly Dipper Realm experts from the Sunshine Sect and the Flame Magnificence Sect were locked in fierce combat, neither side able to gain the upper hand.
"Jin Luo, I never thought you would defy the joint sect regulations and practice an evil art that heaven and earth cannot tolerate," Lu Daosheng said coldly. He had just suffered a minor setback.
"Hahaha!" Jin Luo's ugly face twisted with unrestrained laughter. "Joint sect regulations? Those are nothing but rules the strong impose on the weak. I, Jin Luo, don't give a damn about them. Well? My Corpse Demon Soul Yuan Art tastes pretty good, doesn't it?"
Then he raised his hands, madness flashing in his eyes. "I tortured tens of thousands of people before I finally cultivated the Corpse Demon Soul Yuan Art to the eighth level. Such a rich taste of death!"
Suddenly!
In the distance, dozens of Sunshine Sect disciples fled in panic.
"Stop! What are you doing?" Jin Luo's expression changed when he saw these disciples, and he questioned them in a sinister tone.
The fleeing disciples turned deathly pale at the sight of Jin Luo, then said in panic, "Senior Brother Jin, something terrible has happened! The War Behemoth has broken free of our control. The disciples' lines have completely collapsed. We can't hold on anymore!"
"What? Where's my younger brother?" Jin Luo's expression changed drastically.
Lu Daosheng, however, breathed a sigh of relief. The War Behemoth had gone out of control-that was good. At least it would not lead to a complete defeat.
"The War Behemoth crushed him to death." The disciple had barely finished speaking when a cloud of black mist instantly enveloped him. Pustules swelled all over his body, and with a bang, he burst into a spray of pus.
The surrounding disciples met the same fate, dying horrifically.
"Ah!" Jin Luo's eyes turned bloodred, and he let out a long howl. "My little brother..."
The two of them had been hideously ugly from birth, with short limbs, and had later been abandoned. They had grown up amid constant ridicule. Later, through a chance encounter, they obtained an evil art and took particular pleasure in torturing people, killing everyone who had mocked them with that evil art.
He hated people with sound bodies and gradually became bloodthirsty and crazed. But his younger brother was his only family. Now that his brother was dead, how could he endure it?
"Lu Daosheng, I want you dead!"
Towering black mist surged upward, containing terrifying power. All the surrounding flowers and grasses withered and wilted.
Lu Daosheng's entire body shuddered as Yuan Power erupted. Flames blazed across his palms like two scorching suns, dispersing the black mist coiled around them.
"Jin Luo, today I'll slay you right here."
"Then let's see who dies first."
By now, the War Behemoth had chased Lin Fan until he had no temper left at all.
"Draw!"
He had just killed quite a few disciples and accumulated 3,200 points, enough to splurge again.
"I want ten consecutive draws."
Bronze draw: thank you for participating. Keep trying.
He had to admit defeat. Wasn't this chance of winning far too low?
Not a single win out of ten-wasn't this going to kill him?
He refused to accept it. He really refused to accept it. This was utterly unreliable.
"Fuck, are you really trying to drive me to my death?"
He really did not feel like talking now. How could his luck be this rotten? This was a little too rotten.
The War Behemoth had thrown the Sunshine Sect disciples into disarray. Disciples at the eighth and ninth levels of Body Tempering did not dare approach it at all.
"Run!"
The Sunshine Sect disciples fled in panic. They had already broken down. Their own War Behemoth was stomping them to death, leaving them utterly shattered.
In everyone's eyes, Lin Fan already ranked as a hero.
But they did not know how helpless their hero felt at that moment.
Silver draw: congratulations on obtaining a high-quality Human Grade cultivation pill, the Lion-Tiger Pill.
He wanted to cry but had no tears.
His points were going down the drain, and he simply could not stop himself.
"One last chance. I'll draw just once more. If you still won't give me a win, I'll fucking stop running. At worst, I'll die and revive."
100 points consumed. Bronze draw: congratulations on obtaining one Type 82-2 Oval Hand Grenade.
"Holy shit!"
"You're such a fucking little bitch. All it took was a threat, and you finally gave me something."
Hearing that notification, Lin Fan practically soared with joy. It felt good-so damn good.
He was about to fucking take flight.
"Senior Brother Lin, watch out!"
At that moment, Lin Fan came to his senses. When he discovered that all the Sunshine Sect disciples had disappeared, he was a little stunned.
Seeing Senior Brother Lin being pursued by the War Behemoth, the Flame Magnificence Sect disciples had no idea what to do or how to save him.
This War Behemoth was truly terrifying. With their strength, they were utterly powerless.
Seeing so many disciples watching him, Lin Fan felt he had to put on a performance.
Then he stopped abruptly, held out a hand, and roared, "You fucking stop right there!"
The charging War Behemoth abruptly halted, boundless flames of resentment blazing in its ferocious eyes.
The Flame Magnificence Sect disciples were all stunned by the sight.
"What is Senior Brother trying to do?"
Lin Fan glared furiously at the War Behemoth. "You bastard, you've gotten fucking addicted to chasing me! Well, I'm not running anymore. I'm taking you on one-on-one. Taste my signature hidden weapon!"
Holding the Rotten Egg Covered in Flies, he suddenly hurled it at the War Behemoth with all his might.
Roar!
The War Behemoth roared, wanting to crush Lin Fan, but at that moment, the rotten egg struck unerringly inside its nostril.
Bang!
The egg burst, filling its nasal cavity with yellow liquid.
An unbearable stench spread through the War Behemoth's nasal cavity.
Bleurgh!
The War Behemoth could not help vomiting violently, though no matter how one looked at it, it seemed to be roaring.
Lin Fan froze. He had never expected this rotten egg to be so powerful that even the War Behemoth could not endure it.
At that moment, the War Behemoth vomited up a skeleton. Looking at the skeleton with one arm missing, its furious pupils abruptly contracted, as though it had remembered something.
It let out a savage roar, seemingly unable to believe it.
Lin Fan was delighted at the sight. Without another word, he leaped straight toward the War Behemoth's mouth, shouting as he went.
"You bastard, let me show you my ultimate move!"
"Senior Brother Lin..." The Flame Magnificence Sect disciples cried out in anguish at the sight. They thought Senior Brother Lin was going to perish together with the War Behemoth.
"It fucking stinks." Once inside the War Behemoth's mouth, he could barely stand it. Then he pulled the grenade's pin and counted down inwardly.
Bang!
The force of the explosion erupted inside the War Behemoth's mouth.
To the disciples outside, it only seemed that the War Behemoth's body shuddered violently.
Under the gazes of all the disciples, the War Behemoth actually toppled to the ground with a thunderous crash.
"Senior Brother..." The Flame Magnificence Sect disciples stared blankly at everything before them. They could not believe their senior brother had died just like that.
Lü Qiming gazed ahead in despair. "Junior Brother Lin..."
Tears streamed down Gao Dazhuang's face. "My friend..."
Ten seconds later.
There was a bang.
All the disciples were suddenly stunned. A figure broke through the War Behemoth's skull and appeared before their eyes, hands clasped behind his back, chin slightly raised as he looked sidelong at the bright moon in the sky.
Against the moonlight.
That figure was so holy, so domineering.
Lin Fan felt he had struck this pose perfectly, his gaze revealing the bearing of a solitary master seeking defeat.
Only, why did it feel so chilly down below?
But that did not matter. The pose was what counted.
"Senior Brother!"
The disciples who had won the battle could not help cheering as they rushed toward Lin Fan.
A faint smile appeared at the corners of Lin Fan's mouth. It was a calm smile.