The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 1106: The Embodiment of Resentment?

Chapter 1106: Chapter 1106: The Embodiment of Resentment?

The Man in the Black Mist radiated a terrifying aura, and his blood-red eyes stared down at the three people below, his voice full of authority echoed.

"Ants, do you now understand what kind of existence you’re facing?"

There was an indescribable color in his gaze, as if everything in front of him was as insignificant as ants.

The terrifying aura spread out from him in all directions to the west.

Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng and Huang Gu, facing this aura, felt their entire bodies stiffen, and even the simple act of moving a finger proved difficult.

Uncontrollable fear welled up in their eyes, as cruel and bloodthirsty emotions surged into their minds instantaneously.

In a flash, their eyes filled with countless blood vessels, and the intense red spread rapidly across their pupils.

At that moment, a powerful Spiritual Power suddenly emanated, enveloping them both.

Instantly, a cool sensation permeated their hearts, and they regained their senses.

"How terrifying..."

"Just now, I felt as if I was being controlled by something..."

"Me too, what in the world is this thing..."

The two exchanged fearful glances, overwhelmed by the terror of losing control they had felt.

As cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Stage, they should have had complete mastery over their bodies. Even if they could not defeat their opponent, they should not have lost control of their bodies completely.

Ning Fan stood tall and calmly spoke, "This creature is a collective of numerous resentments. Its original form might be a soul, but over the years it has lured countless cultivators into this Secret Realm."

"It has built this body of resentment from the souls of these cultivators. Your cultivation is simply too weak to resist the resentment invading your bodies, which is why you were under its control just now."

A collective of resentment?

The two looked at each other, having heard of such things, but never having seen one in person.

"Can such a thing truly exist?" Huang Gu’s teeth chattered, "If it continues to grow, will it not swallow the whole Kunlun?"

"It is because of the Secret Realm." Ning Fan revealed the truth, "The keys they obtained earlier must have been deliberately scattered by this creature, to lead you cultivators here."

"As long as you come, it can easily kill you, since your Spiritual Power is almost useless against this kind of resentment."

Their own Spiritual Power could not stop the resentment, let alone from those with far inferior quality.

Ning Fan looked up at the vast shadow without a trace of fear, his eyes revealing a complex expression.

"Ants, do you still dare to look at me directly?"

The Man in the Black Mist spoke with an indifferent voice, as he swatted a hand toward Ning Fan.

Huang Gu and Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng saw Ning Fan still seemingly in a daze; they gritted their teeth, stamped their feet with force, and faced the attack together.

"Don’t harm the Sect Master!"

"Damn you! Stop!"

The two had fully accepted Ning Fan as their Sect Master, and with the Man in the Black Mist’s attack, they did their utmost to block it.

After all, if Ning Fan died, they would not fare well either.

Once the Five Great Sects conducted an investigation, it would be easy to find out that they had contact with Ning Fan.

"Fools who don’t know how to live, die!"

The Man in the Black Mist paid no attention to the two of them, his massive hand coming down like a mountain range, swatting at them.

"Boom!"

They were immediately struck and sent flying through the air, blood spewing from their mouths.

Had they not used all their Spiritual Power, they would be torn apart by now.

Even so, they were severely injured, and the violent emotions continued to invade their minds, causing unbearable pain.

"Do you see? Ants, this is my true power. If you offer your soul to me now, and become the vessel for my body, I can let you experience this ultimate power."

The Man in the Black Mist watched Ning Fan, his eyes filled with condescension.

When he brought out the dagger, the outcome of the battle had already been decided.

He had encountered cultivators stronger than himself when he was weak.

But whenever he wielded the dagger, his power would almost infinitely expand, and he could suppress the powers of cultivators.

Even Foundation Establishment Peak Cultivators, upon entering this Secret Realm, would have no choice but to succumb.

Ning Fan gazed at the towering figure before him, his eyes turning increasingly complex.

Spiritual Power within him was also mobilized, coalescing into countless Spiritual Sword Rays around his body, forming a roaring river of swords.

"Are you sure you want to continue?"

Hearing this, The Man in the Black Mist showed a puzzled expression, unsure why Ning Fan would dare to say such words.

"Kid, it seems you won’t shed a tear until you see the coffin. Today will be your day of death!"

The Man in the Black Mist raised the dagger and viciously stabbed at Ning Fan.

The howling Black Qi surged out, turning into myriad Black Qi Mad Dragons that came from all directions toward Ning Fan.

Each stream of Black Qi Mad Dragons contained violent power, distorting the space wherever they passed.

"Sect Master, this move cannot be met with force!"

"Sect Master! Retreat quickly!"

Huang Gu and Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng sensed the power contained in this strike, their faces changed drastically, both urgently calling out for Ning Fan to avoid it.