I Received Messages From Future Self!
Chapter 610 - 606: Reputation Spreads, Both Good and Bad

Chapter 610: Chapter 606: Reputation Spreads, Both Good and Bad

King Yanluo seemed to be in a hurry, completely abandoning his previously cautious fighting style as he relentlessly pursued Taotie.

The sword in his hand swung so fast it left behind afterimages.

The attacks poured down on Taotie in a ceaseless barrage.

But thinking about it, it was easy to understand why King Yanluo was so anxious.

After all, every single second now was consuming his future health as the price.

Anyone who put themselves in his shoes would also hurry like King Yanluo.

Maybe they’d even be more frantic.

Wishing they could just fly over and bite him.

But sometimes, simply being desperate doesn’t help.

No matter how fiercely King Yanluo unleashed his attacks, Taotie was able to maintain his calm composure.

He could even occasionally throw in some flippant remarks to taunt King Yanluo, critiquing flaws in his techniques.

It made King Yanluo so enraged he practically turned into Zhang Fei, wanting to stab Taotie a thousand times over.

Taotie sidestepped King Yanluo’s incoming thrust and delivered a sharp kick to his side.

King Yanluo staggered heavily from the blow.

Taotie sneered coldly and followed it up with a devastating punch to King Yanluo’s stomach.

King Yanluo instantly curled up like an oversized shrimp.

Taotie was deliberately toying with King Yanluo.

He could have used his sword for that punch and kick just now.

But Taotie had no intention of letting King Yanluo die so easily.

That would be letting him off too lightly.

What Taotie wanted was a slow torture, like boiling a frog in warm water.

Bit by bit, he would break King Yanluo down.

Until, at last, he crushed King Yanluo’s will to live, leaving him in a pit of utter despair.

After all, those at the Pawnshop extracting organs never thought about offering their victims a merciful end.

They might even refrain from using anesthesia to ensure the organs stayed healthy.

The victims could only be shackled to the operating table, silently awaiting their doomed fate.

And in the midst of agonizing torment, they’d watch their organs removed right before their eyes.

What Taotie was doing wasn’t cruelty—it was just his way of reclaiming a shred of justice for those victims.

Ten minutes later!

King Yanluo was battered and broken, completely wrecked under Taotie’s torturous cat-and-mouse game.

One of his arms had been forcibly snapped, exposing gleaming white bone.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Tom and his team had already wrapped up their battle.

The three of them sat side by side on the ground, watching the fight between Taotie and King Yanluo.

Even though, in truth, it was basically just Taotie mercilessly crushing weaker competition.

Still, battles between Super Masters were a rare spectacle.

Any bits of experience they could glean from this were valuable combat lessons.

Ah—

Mantis lazily yawned.

Such battle insights might be valuable for others, but for someone like Mantis from a prominent Martial Arts Family, they were practically irrelevant.

Especially in one-sided fights like this.

There just wasn’t much to marvel at or take away for someone with Mantis’s level of martial arts expertise.

"Taotie, could you hurry up already?"

"Waste any more time, and Nannan’s going to end up married off."

Mantis yawned as she cheekily teased Taotie for his sadistic antics.

King Yanluo, an old man, was being played around like a helpless grandchild.

It actually made Taotie seem youthful again, at least a little.

Hearing Mantis’s playful remarks, Taotie turned and grinned wickedly at her: "I’d like to see which punk dares lay a finger on my precious daughter."

As he spoke, Taotie struck King Yanluo’s face with a heavy slap.

King Yanluo spun in place like a top before collapsing onto the ground.

"Grandpa, I’ll call you Grandpa, alright?!"

"Grandpa, could you just end this already?"

"I’m really done with living!"

King Yanluo lay on the ground, pleading pitifully for Taotie to grant him a quick death.

For someone who had gone to any length to desperately cling to life, to now long for death—it was a testament to how frighteningly cruel Taotie’s methods of torment were.

Seeing King Yanluo surrender, Taotie lost interest in continuing his sadistic games.

"Since you’ve so sincerely begged me, I’ll grant you this trivial wish."

Before his words could even finish, Taotie twisted the blade of his sword and drove it straight into King Yanluo’s heart.

With the blade rotating inside, its razor-sharp edge shredded King Yanluo’s heart.

A look of relief washed over King Yanluo’s lined face.

At last, he could die.

A hundred years alive, after centuries of war alongside Emperor Fengdu, this was the first time he’d ever wanted death so badly.

Watching King Yanluo’s expression of sheer contentment, Taotie curled his lip in disdain.

Anyone seeing it would think the old man was eager to die.

Anyone not seeing it might’ve suspected Taotie had done something unspeakable to him.

Taotie pulled out the longsword, and King Yanluo’s lifeless body slumped to the ground.

Taotie casually swung his sword, the blade slicing cleanly across King Yanluo’s neck.

Taking King Yanluo’s head off.

Not because Taotie hated King Yanluo especially, nor because he had some twisted fetish.

What Taotie had just done was simply finishing the job.

There was always the faint chance that the old man’s heart wasn’t where it was supposed to be.

Or perhaps, after they left, he might spring back to life and flee.

"Let’s go, time to move forward."

"According to what the last hall’s old guy told us, the Ten Hall Yama are ranked sequentially, so there are five more halls ahead."

"Though the remaining five halls won’t have any Super Masters left."

"Only top-tier hall masters paired with Half-step Super Bionic Robots—hardly much of a threat to us."

Taotie cleaned the blood off his alloy longsword and addressed Tom and the others.

Upon hearing this, the three of them quickly got to their feet.

Following in Taotie’s footsteps, they hurried toward the next grand hall.

Half an hour later!

Fang Xiaocao arrived late at the Yanluo Palace.

Taking in the chaotic scene, Fang Xiaocao realized she was too late again.

"Didn’t expect those four to work this fast."

Fang Xiaocao muttered to herself as she scanned the area, her gaze landing on King Yanluo’s severed head.

"So, this old man was the boss of this hall, huh?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, he got roughed up pretty bad."

"Definitely Taotie’s handiwork."

Fang Xiaocao knew her subordinates well enough.

Even without witnessing it, she could instantly tell it was Taotie’s twisted work.

Taotie: renowned far and wide for good and bad reputations—what was once bold has now turned deranged.

Without seeing any notes left behind by Taotie and the group, Fang Xiaocao continued moving down the corridor, chasing after them.

She wasn’t ready to believe she couldn’t catch up to those four.

Challenging them to clear the entire Pawnshop dungeon before she did.

To kill the Super Strong Emperor Fengdu, and the other Super Strong boss.

What Fang Xiaocao didn’t realize was that the head she was looking at belonged to one of only two Super Strong bosses in the Pawnshop—King Yanluo himself.

If Fang Xiaocao knew, she wouldn’t bother chasing anymore.

Because killing King Yanluo meant that Taotie’s group had already cleared one-third of the Pawnshop dungeon.

Including the Ksitigarbha boss that Fang Xiaocao had personally taken down, the dungeon’s actual progress was already a staggering two-thirds complete.

All that remained was to destroy the remaining Five Hall Yama.

Then, they would face the final boss Emperor Fengdu and fully complete the Pawnshop dungeon.