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Chapter 203 - 201 Old Dog, I’m Going to Flay You

Chapter 203: Chapter 201 Old Dog, I’m Going to Flay You

Accompanied by the roar of the myriad beasts merging as one, the unparalleled edge of the fist thunderously smashed towards the Aberrant Cult Master.

As soon as it was unleashed, all the radiance between heaven and earth was stolen by it.

The surging Fistful Intent, like the Milky Way inverting, instantly spread its might across hundreds of miles in the sky, causing both heaven and earth, and the void itself, to tremble.

"How could there be such a fist edge in the world!"

Countless strong beings were exclaiming in astonishment, compared to the previous fist, this one was much more fierce and overbearing.

They had seen Liang Hui’s Fistful Intent in that segment of memory, but watching it in memory is one thing, personally experiencing it is another.

And facing this fist, the Aberrant Cult Master felt his Divine Soul was about to shatter.

Under the endless light of fist, the last half of the White Bone Demon, like snow meeting the scorching sun, melted away within a few breaths.

Only he stood alone, facing this fist edge that was dazzling to the extreme.

Roar!

A fierce roar.

The black winds of the entire sky took form, lifting mountains and rivers into midair and then grinding them to nothingness in an instant.

Even the space that was recovering, once brushed by the black wind, was completely dissipated.

At the same time, a boundless sea of blood emerged from behind the Aberrant Cult Master, filling the world.

Countless wronged spirits and malicious ghosts floated in the sea, cursing all the living.

As if a world-ending black flow, the sea of blood that doused the world, met the Fistful Intent from both above and below.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

"Liang Hui, in this endless sea of blood, there are many old acquaintances from Huaiyuan Town and Jiankang City. Among them, quite a few share close blood ties with you."

"And the so-called Divine Court generals, I have also..."

The Aberrant Cult Master laughed madly.

At this moment, everybody looked as if they were watching a dead man, gazing at that frenzied figure.

’The Aberrant Path, the Taoism is about to end!’

This thought appeared almost instantaneously in everyone’s minds.

A snort.

Interrupted the Aberrant Cult Master’s next words.

And in the next instant, the unparalleled fist edge met the calamitous wind and the blood sea.

There was no so-called stalemate.

The black wind extinguished, the blood sea vaporized, and all the resentment dissipated.

The Fistful Intent, carrying the myriad beasts, crashed into the Aberrant Cult Master’s chest.

Clang!

A sound like metal striking echoed, rendering all the spectating powerhouses deaf.

The void rippled like water, lifting layer upon layer of ripples.

Liang Hui’s pupils burst with a cold gleam, watching the two pierced bodies.

A figure in black robes was coughing up blood while retreating, and another, already torn apart, lay nearby.

The fallen corpse bled not blood but a pitch-black fluid, and its muscles and bones showed no sign of ever having been alive.

"Zombies! It won’t change any outcome."

True Qi burst forth, evaporating the liquid in his palm as he stepped forward.

With each step he took, several blurry figures appeared behind him.

There was a middle-aged man standing with a sword, an elder with graying hair, and a strikingly handsome young man...

"What is this?"

A high-level member of the Divine Soldiers Valley murmured to himself, the scene before him being too astonishing.

In a few steps, the Divine Emperor’s rear was already filled with figures.

"Is this a fist move?"

"This is indeed a fist move!"

The Valley Master of Divine Soldiers Valley spoke, first in doubt, then affirmatively.

Figures emitting different auras, followed Liang Hui as he marched forward.

"Old dog, I’m going to flay you."

The voice of one, the voice of a hundred, then that of a thousand.

The myriad spirits he sought to subdue, from beginning to end, included humans.

And in his thoughts, humans too were beasts.

If so, then who could understand humans better than Liang Hui, who possessed the Divine Skills of ’Entering Dreams’?

Raising his hand, he reached out calmly and lifelessly.

Yet behind him, millions of hands reached out at the same time.

Ah!

The Aberrant Cult Master screamed up to the sky.

Gathering his last remaining strength, all kinds of secret techniques burst forth on his body, rushing towards Liang Hui to kill him.

Pop!

Like a bursting bubble, a fair hand extinguished all kinds of brilliance and grabbed the enemy by the throat.

The hand trembled.

Crackle and pop!

Like firecrackers sounding off.

The Aberrant Cult Master, whose entire skeletal body was comparable to a Magic Artifact, turned into dust in an instant.

Along with his muscles, which split and crumbled inch by inch.

Such immense pain made even the Aberrant Cult Master, with his steely nature, let out a pained groan.

"Divine Emperor, you win...!"

Pop!

His tongue burst apart, spattering blood everywhere.

However, in an instant, it was obliterated by the divine radiance emanating from Liang Hui.

"Forgot, you could still speak, my mistake!"

A cold whisper, bristling with murderous intent.

Looking at the Aberrant Cult Master, his face twisted in agony but devoid of much fear.

Liang Hui tilted his head, glancing sideways at the Aberrant Cult Master.

His mouth stretched into a smile, void of any warmth, but colder still.

"Wondering if you still have any other tricks up your sleeve for cheating death?"

In the midst of his words, a bronze bell already slipped out from among the young man’s hair.

In the terrified gaze of the Aberrant Cult Master.

It gently trembled.

Dong! Dong!

The deep toll of the bell sounded, and everything around returned to its original tranquility.

Qingzhou, Yanzhou, the Central State...

In all Fourteen States, figures of all shapes burst open.

Like blood-red fireworks, they bloomed across the world.

In some unknown mystic realm, a youth clad in a blue robe sat cross-legged on the ground, cultivating.

He looked anxious, waiting for a message from his master.

Dong!

The bell tolled.

The youth’s body abruptly collapsed, and the flesh orb in his abdomen also exploded amidst shrieks.

Farther west in the Western Desert, countless people in simple clothing, with dark complexions, worshiped a statue of an old woman.

Among them, one kneeling figure exploded violently.

Using the Aberrant Cult Master’s main body as a link, following the chain of causation, and with the help of the will of heaven,

In an instant, Liang Hui obliterated all of the back-up plans the Aberrant Cult had left behind.

Looking at the fear barely concealed in the bloodshot eyes, the youth let out a light laugh.

"So it seems that even someone as deranged as you fears death!"

"Don’t worry, I’ll let you die to a very particular rhythm."

His voice was laced with pleasure.

He abruptly exerted force with his hand and flung his captive outward.

Enshrouded in a green glow, the Aberrant Cult Master was hurled into the defensive measures of Divine Soldiers Valley right before the eyes of onlookers,

Smashing against the mountains.

In the next moment, a resplendently bright spear of four colors streaked across the vault of heaven and pinned itself to the forehead of the Aberrant Cult Master.

Ah!

A ghastly howl echoed between heaven and earth.

He felt extreme agony as his soul was gradually erased, a pain far surpassing that of the flesh.

As the Aberrant Cult Master struggled, droplets of blood flowed down.

In a short while, they had stained the mountains red.

Liang Hui’s gaze dropped, sweeping over the distant crowd that surrounded him.

It finally rested on an elderly figure with a livid complexion and protruding fangs.

"Go, this is your grand feast."

"Thank you, Divine Emperor Your Majesty!"

The old zombie’s eyes burned with fervor; the blood of the Aberrant Cult Master was an unimaginable Holy Medicine for him.

He hadn’t expected to taste it in this lifetime.

Turning around!

His eyes ferocious, he watched the still howling and contorted Aberrant Cult Master.

He took large strides to the rock wall below, sat down cross-legged, and began to draw in the essence from the blood.

At the same time, he looked at the Aberrant Cult Master with a mocking expression, remembering all the trouble the latter had caused him since the memories had spread.

"Liang Si, not... my... doing!"

"Either Mo... Spirit Gate, or Yuanyang... sect, or perhaps..."

The air vibrated, bits of voice transmitted along with it.

The Aberrant Cult Master struggled to maintain his last bit of lucidity.

"Heretics like you, in such a sorry state, still dare to incriminate my Yuanyang Taoism."

An elder dressed in a Yuanyang Taoist Robe stepped forward from the crowd, his voice stern and scathing.

Liang Hui, who was about to step into his chariot, suddenly paused and turned his head to look at the elder.