Chapter 449: Scary
Scary . . .
Incredibly, they had torn away their own skin and muscles, exposing their bones, yet they continued, seemingly impervious to the pain. While they peeled the flesh from their bodies, they muttered, "Why is it so itchy? It feels so good... Itchy... Scratch... Good..."
"Scratch... Oh, so comfortable... Oh..."
"It's getting itchier... Damn it... It feels better scratching it..."
And then, it happened...
A man was savoring this strange sensation, but his hands suddenly felt sticky. He glanced at his hands, shocked to find them covered in blood and flesh. He screamed, "What... what the hell is going on? Whose blood is this?"
Onlookers stared at him.
His ribs and back had all been torn off. Three rib bones lay discarded on the floor...
Yet, he seemed oblivious to his own condition as he asked others about the blood.
This eerie scene left others profoundly unnerved...
He was like this, but what about the rest?
Under the gaze of those around them, they rolled their eyeballs and witnessed people scratching furiously. Fresh skin was being peeled away... Someone had just plucked out their own eyeballs, while another was rubbing their eye sockets, saying, "Itchy. Itchy... Good. Comfortable..."
The man was terrified. He trembled as he asked, "Is this mine..."
He then looked down at himself. He exclaimed, "My body... My god... That... I... I'm itchy... I need to scratch... It feels so good... Oh my god. What's happening to me? Itchy... Good... Good..."
The man gazed at his own body in terror, yet he couldn't stop scratching. Helplessness and desperation filled his eyes, but his face displayed a strange satisfaction. It was a bizarre scene.
He watched himself remove the bones from his own body one by one... snapping them and tossing them aside... and then continuing to scratch until he tore out his own organs...
His final thought was, [Is this... this thing in my hand that I pinched into pieces... my heart? It's the first time I've seen it... Amazing...]
...
Every single person who had screamed met the same fate... They scratched themselves to death...
People shrieked about their unbearable itch and clawed at their bodies until they fell apart, lifeless. Before death claimed them, every one of them... without exception... had the same final words: "I'm so itchy! I'm so itchy... It feels so good..."
They scratched themselves to death, their last moments filled with inexplicable satisfaction...
The dark fog lingered for just a brief moment, spreading out and then vanishing.
From start to finish, it had only been a matter of seconds!
In those few seconds, it had covered approximately five hundred individuals, all of whom had scratched themselves to death...
Their lifeless bodies formed a gruesome mound, fresh blood staining the ground. Those who had been unaffected were trembling with fear, cold sweat dripping down their backs. They kept their eyes wide open, half frightened out of their wits!
[What... What is this?]
As they gazed at the shattered bodies lying on the ground, they noticed the eerie expressions on the faces of the deceased, as though they had been reveling in their suffering...
Those who witnessed this gruesome spectacle were trembling, overwhelmed by terror.
Once again, silence descended. People were approaching from a distance. Someone shouted, "Hey! Is Feng Zhiling dead yet?"
"His head is mine!"
"Don't move!"
They were determined not to let anyone else claim the bounty.
As they shouted, they recklessly charged ahead, essentially marching toward their own demise.
Yet, none of them paid any attention to what those approaching from a distance might be thinking. Instead, their attention was riveted on Cha Eun Xiao, his black robe billowing as he floated before them.
They stared at him as if he were a specter.
Poison!
It had to be Cha Eun Xiao's poison in that fog!
But what kind of poison could be so ferocious and brutal, so... unfathomable?
None of them had ever heard of such a thing.
These assassins were well-informed figures in the martial world, which was why they had dared to cross paths with Ling-Bao Hall.
They were knowledgeable and experienced, carrying antidotes for various poisons, a daily necessity for those living in the treacherous world of martial arts.
In ordinary circumstances, poisoning them was no easy feat, let alone causing their deaths by poison!
However, Cha Eun Xiao had merely conjured a mass of dark fog, and four hundred and eighty-seven men fell victim to its poison!
And they all perished!
Four hundred and eighty-seven of the most skilled cultivators in the world reduced to lifeless flesh strewn across the ground... almost simultaneously. Cha Eun Xiao had merely waved his hand...
They began to view Cha Eun Xiao in a completely different light!
[Who is this guy?]
[Are we assassins, or is he the true assassin? I don't even know the meaning of vicious, brutal, and cold-blooded anymore. This surpasses all of that!]
[If he possesses such power, why did he bother with so much talking?]
[Ning Biluo and Zhao Pingtian should just stand aside for him. Look at how efficiently he kills!]
He had effortlessly killed nearly five hundred men with a mere wave of his hand. These were five hundred formidable assassins from the martial world, and they all met their demise!
It wasn't just frightening; it was legendary! It was mythic!
Yin Yucheng was drenched in sweat. He had refrained from rushing in first.
Now, he felt fortunate for his hesitancy. He was terrified and felt his legs go weak.
He hadn't been part of the initial group to charge forward because he had sensed that Ning Biluo's qi was locked onto him. Yin Yucheng had been preoccupied battling against that qi, leaving him with no time to reach Cha Eun Xiao first.
His caution had paid off.
Had he rushed in, he would now be among the lifeless bodies strewn across the ground!
Ning Biluo's qi had inadvertently spared his life. A savior!
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