Chapter 682: Chapter 682 Just a Squeeze of Fingers
The black-robed men clearly had no clue what kind of being the masked woman was.
Right now, besides the icy killing intent radiating from Little Fish, I couldn’t sense any other energy fluctuations around her.
I stared toward Little Fish, feeling a hint of anticipation building inside me.
I wanted to see what kind of power this masked woman possessed!
"Attack!"
The three men shared a look, then charged at Little Fish with heavy steps!
Weapons blazing and wild energy surging, all three unleashed their full strength at once, trying to take down Little Fish as fast as possible!
But Little Fish didn’t budge. She just watched the three men coldly!
"Whoosh!"
The three reached Little Fish in seconds!
That’s when Little Fish slowly raised her palm.
In an instant, the three men’s techniques just... vanished!
Not only that, but their bodies froze mid-air, completely unable to move!
"What... what’s happening?!" The three men were terrified!
They fought desperately to break free, but no matter how hard they struggled, they stayed completely still!
Little Fish stared coldly at the men, lifted her delicate hand, then gently squeezed her fingers.
"Puff!"
As Little Fish’s fingers closed, the three men’s bodies turned straight into blood mist and exploded!
The air filled with thick blood smell, leaving not even bones behind!
Seeing this, I couldn’t help but swallow hard.
What kind of power was this? Just raising her hand and the Three Military Marquis exploded?
And this wasn’t even the real masked woman - just the power the mask brought.
So how strong must the actual masked woman be?
Right then, I finally managed to break through the pressure point.
I quickly stood up and looked toward Little Fish.
"Little Fish!" I shouted!
Little Fish turned around and gave me one cold look.
Just that one glance made my heart race and my blood feel like it was boiling!
The blood in my body seemed to expand rapidly, like it might burst any second!
"Little Fish, you..." I opened my mouth and immediately coughed up blood!
"You need to... stop... I’m Mason!" I struggled to get those words out.
Facing this woman, I didn’t even think about fighting back!
Because I knew perfectly well that no matter how I resisted, I’d never match her!
"Little Fish... It’s me, Mason!" Blood started seeping from my pores, and my bones made cracking sounds!
I stared toward Little Fish, my eyes full of desperation!
In the air, Little Fish just stared at me coldly.
"Little Fish, hurry up... take off the mask. It’s over now, I’ll help you..." I gathered all my strength and said this with difficulty.
Finally, Little Fish seemed to snap out of it.
The pain crushing my body started to fade.
I collapsed to the ground with a thud, gasping for air.
"That was close... I almost... died just now." I muttered softly.
Just with that one look, I’d nearly lost my life!
I couldn’t help wondering what level of cultivation you’d need for that kind of power...
"What kind of being is the real masked woman?" I couldn’t help but gasp in amazement.
Little Fish’s figure slowly descended from the air.
She looked at me, then glanced at Jasper Thompson, and a flash of light crossed the mask on her face.
As the light faded, the mask on Little Fish’s face slowly fell off.
I quickly looked toward Watson Thompson, focusing on her eyes.
The coldness in her pupils had disappeared. Clearly, the Watson Thompson in front of me had returned to normal.
"Mason, save my dad..." Tears filled Watson Thompson’s eyes.
She knelt before Jasper Thompson, tears streaming down her face non-stop.
I walked up to Jasper Thompson, my face troubled too, not knowing how to comfort her.
With Jasper Thompson’s current condition, saving him was impossible. At least I couldn’t do it with my cultivation level.
"The masked woman must be able to!" I thought of something right then!
I quickly picked up the mask and handed it to Watson Thompson, saying, "Watson, put on the mask. Maybe there’s still a way!"
Watson Thompson was lost, not knowing why, but still hurriedly put the mask on her face.
Unfortunately, the mask fell off.
Watson Thompson didn’t transform back into the masked woman.
This made me frown.
Just now the masked woman had looked at Jasper Thompson, so why didn’t she do anything to save him?
He was her father!
Could it be that Watson Thompson and the masked woman weren’t the same person?
Or maybe... the masked woman simply didn’t care about Jasper Thompson’s life or death?
Watson Thompson knelt before Jasper Thompson, sobbing uncontrollably.
Past memories couldn’t help but surface in her mind.
"I should have listened... I shouldn’t have been so stubborn..." Watson hugged Jasper Thompson’s body, crying like rain.
I didn’t know how to comfort her either.
I reached out and put my hand on her shoulder, whispering, "I’ll help you get revenge..."
After what happened, I felt pretty sad too.
I had no interest in taking Watson Thompson to find the man with the mustache.
That night, Watson Thompson stayed by her father’s body.
She kept talking about the past, constantly apologizing to him.
But no matter what she said, she couldn’t bring his life back.
The next morning.
I sighed softly, "Let’s build a tombstone for him."
At this point, Watson Thompson looked up.
She stared at me and said, "Can you help me find a way to preserve my dad’s body?"
I hesitated, then after a moment of silence, I said, "I have a friend, he might be able to."
That friend, of course, was the man with the mustache.
He had countless treasures; preserving a corpse shouldn’t be hard.
Watson Thompson wiped her tears and pleaded, "Take me to see him. I have to keep my dad’s body safe, no matter what it takes..."
"Ok." I took a deep breath.
Right then, I suddenly thought of something.
"I might have another way." I said seriously.
That method was the Coffin in my Spatial Magic Artifact!
The coffin was incredibly cold, so preserving a corpse shouldn’t be difficult.
With this idea in mind, I immediately took out the coffin.
The blood-red coffin sat before us both.
I opened the coffin and said, "For now, let’s put Jasper Thompson’s body in this coffin."
But at this point, Watson Thompson stared blankly at the coffin, not saying a word.
There was a piece of clothing in the coffin - it was the masked woman’s.
I couldn’t help but frown slightly.
Just as I was about to speak again, the mask in Watson Thompson’s hand suddenly started shaking violently!
