amaotonovel Chapter 92 Nine Incarnations: The Madman Pretends to be a Weakling to Sweep Away the Ten Thousand Po
Chapter 92 Nine Incarnations: The Madman Pretends to be a Weakling to Sweep Away the Ten Thousand Po
Chapter Ninety-Two: The Mad Doctor and Poison Master, Pretending to be Weak While Actually Weak, Sweeps Through the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect and Laughs Last!
After dismissing the henchmen, Luo Qingci stood still, her posture as upright as a pine tree, her gaze like sharp daggers, sweeping across the entire battlefield once more. At this moment, the members of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect were deeply mired in the chaos created by the "Five-Colored Bewitching Smoke," the scene a veritable "hodgepodge" too gruesome to bear.
Look at them, some are punching and kicking the air frantically, muttering incantations as if they are sparring with a group of invisible martial arts masters, their posture as if they want to punch a hole in the air; others are holding their heads tightly with both hands, screaming in terror at the top of their lungs, their voices so shrill they could pierce the roof of the Blood Demon Palace. Clearly, they are so frightened by the hallucination that they are about to "take off" on the spot.
Seeing this absurd and comical scene, Luo Qingci curled her lips into a wicked smile that seemed to ignite the surrounding air.
She was secretly delighted, like eating a huge bucket of ice-cold watermelon on a sweltering summer day—it was refreshing to the core: "You bunch of rabble think you can compete with me? You're delusional and overestimating yourselves. This farce should come to a complete end, and I'll 'clean up' for you!"
His gaze shifted and landed on the aloof woman. She was still there, struggling to hold on. Although her eyes were beginning to dim and glaze over, like a lamp without oil, the stubborn refusal to accept defeat remained in her bones. She brandished her long whip, the tip whistling through the air like a crazed venomous snake, making a final, desperate struggle.
"Little girl, don't think you've won just like that! I'm not done with you yet!" she shouted, her voice trembling slightly, yet she still tried to appear tough. But looking at her face, her makeup was a complete mess. Her once stern appearance had become comical and disheveled, her eyeliner smudged into two big black circles, making her look exactly like a panda spirit who had been pranked.
"Oh? What else do you want to do? How about I add some more 'spice' to your life and make you completely wake up and understand why the flowers are so red?" Luo Qingci teased with a playful expression as she strolled slowly toward the woman with cat-like steps, each step exuding confidence, as if the battlefield of the Blood Demon Palace was not beneath her feet, but her personal catwalk.
As she walked, she thought to herself, "This woman really won't admit defeat until she sees the coffin. Looks like I'll have to give her something even tougher, let her know that my methods aren't to be trifled with!"
As she spoke, she had already walked up to the woman, took out a small, exquisitely crafted box from her medicine pouch, and waved it in front of the woman, deliberately making a rustling sound. A strange fragrance emanated from the box, a fragrance that was sweet with a hint of sourness, and the sourness had a strange, pungent smell, much like some kind of mysterious summons, yet it also made one feel inexplicably uneasy.
The woman's previously composed face flashed with terror, her eyes widening with wariness as she stared intently at the small box like a frightened rabbit. A strong sense of unease welled up within her; she instinctively knew that what was inside the box was something truly ruthless and could bring her great misfortune.
"What...what are you planning to do now? Don't do anything rash!" Her voice trembled slightly, a sign of fear, and her eyes were fixed on Luo Qingci's every move, afraid of missing any danger signal.
"Don't be nervous, relax. This is just a little trinket, but I guarantee it will be unforgettable for you. It might even become the most 'wonderful' memory of your life!" Luo Qingci blinked, revealing a wicked smile on her face, just like a cunning little fox, ready to strike her prey.
She deliberately reached out slowly, then suddenly opened the box. In an instant, a pink smoke, like a released demon, billowed out and rushed straight towards the woman, so fast that no one had time to react.
The woman couldn't dodge in time and was instantly enveloped in smoke. In that instant, her face contorted with extreme terror; her eyes widened like saucers, almost popping out of their sockets, and her mouth gaped open, as if she had seen the most terrifying and horrifying thing in the world.
"No, no! Please, let me go!" She frantically waved her long whip, the tip lashing wildly in the air with a whooshing sound. But the whip was like a headless fly, completely aimless, only drawing meaningless and chaotic arcs in the air. Occasionally, the tip of the whip would strike her, making her cry out in pain, but she still couldn't stop, her whole being plunged into a state of madness and despair.
"Haha, this is my meticulously crafted 'Fear Illusion Powder,' specially designed for you wicked souls. It can drill directly into the depths of your heart, pluck out your deepest fears and anxieties, and let you 'enjoy' them. How about that? Pretty exhilarating, right? Feeling like you've reached the 'pinnacle' of life?" Luo Qingci stood to the side, laughing so hard she almost fell over. Her hearty laughter echoed through the Blood Demon Palace, filled with the joy of victory and undisguised mockery of her enemies. "Now, do you still want to fight me? Or just surrender obediently and save yourself from further physical suffering!"
The woman could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground with a thud. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her eyes filled with fear and despair, as if she had fallen into an endless abyss of darkness from which she could not climb out.
She kept muttering to herself, "I was wrong, I was really wrong... Please, forgive me... I'll never do it again..." Her voice was choked with sobs, growing softer and softer. Her previous arrogant and domineering demeanor had vanished without a trace. At this moment, she looked like a plucked peacock, disheveled and pitiful.
Having dealt with this "tough nut," Luo Qingci turned gracefully to the other disciples of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect. By now, they were utterly exhausted and powerless, sprawled on the ground like limp, boneless animals, groaning and moaning—a pitiful sight. "Hmph, a bunch of rabble! With such meager skills, you think you can stir up trouble in the martial world? What a joke!" Luo Qingci scoffed disdainfully, her voice filled with contempt, as if these people were less than dust in her eyes. "Today, I'll show you just how terrible the consequences of offending me truly are!"
As she spoke, she moved gracefully through the crowd like a queen surveying her territory. Every now and then, she would pull out various shapes and colors of powder and pills from her medicine pouch; these things exuded an aura of mystery and danger. She would walk up to those who were still struggling, gently reach out and casually smear them on their bodies, or forcibly pry open their mouths and feed them pills.
This simple action, however, seemed to have cast a terrifying spell. In no time, those people started making all sorts of strange noises, as if a strange switch had been flipped. Some began to laugh wildly, their laughter sharp and piercing, like the howling of night owls, sending chills down one's spine and raising goosebumps all over.
Some clutched their heads, weeping uncontrollably, their cries heart-wrenching, tears and snot streaming down their faces, as if they had encountered the most tragic and desperate thing in the world. The entire Blood Demon Palace was instantly filled with these eerie sounds, like a cursed madhouse, absurd and terrifying.
"Quiet down, all of you! If you keep making noise, I'll show you something even worse!" Luo Qingci shouted impatiently. Her voice was like a booming bell, carrying an overwhelming force that made everyone's ears ring and their eardrums feel like they were about to burst.
The shout had an immediate effect; the hall fell silent instantly, with only the heavy breathing of the crowd and the occasional faint sob. A tense and oppressive atmosphere permeated the entire space.
"Now, listen up!" Luo Qingci crossed her arms imposingly, looking down at the crowd with an irresistible and chilling majesty in her eyes, as if she could devour them with a single glare. "Tell me, what other schemes does your Ten Thousand Poisons Sect have up your sleeve? If you dare utter a single lie, your fate will be a hundred times worse than it is now! I have plenty of ways to make you wish you were dead, and don't blame me for being ruthless then!"
The crowd turned deathly pale with fright, their bodies trembling like leaves in the autumn wind. They dared not conceal anything and spilled their secrets. It turned out that the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, besides planning to poison the martial arts tournament, had also secretly colluded with some scoundrels in the martial arts world. Their plan was to launch a surprise attack on the righteous individuals who had escaped poisoning after the tournament, attempting to dominate the entire martial arts world and turn it into their playground for unbridled rage.
"Hmph, you had quite the plan, all laid out in a grand scheme, but alas, you never anticipated running into my 'nemesis.' Your dreams were doomed from the start, so you might as well just accept your fate!"
Luo Qingci sneered, her smile carrying a hint of mockery, as if she were laughing at their stupidity and overestimation of their abilities. "From now on, you all better behave yourselves. If you dare to play any tricks again, I have plenty of ways to make you regret ever being born!"
After saying that, she turned and strode towards the henchman, who was already pale as a sheet, his legs weak, and he almost knelt on the ground. "Go, take me to the secret room where the poison is hidden right now. If you dare to play tricks or deliberately lead me the wrong way, you know the consequences!" Luo Qingci stared at the henchman, her eyes sharp as knives, her voice icy cold enough to freeze a person to death.
The henchman nodded hurriedly, like a rattle-drum, and could barely speak: "Aunt...Grandma, you...you don't worry, I...I will definitely take you there, I will never...I would never dare to play any tricks..." As he spoke, he led the way tremblingly towards the secret chamber.
Along the way, Luo Qingci secretly plotted: "Once I find that batch of poison, I'll make a good plan at the martial arts tournament and trap the Wan Du Men and Xue Mo Dian people like turtles in a jar, ensuring they never return. Then, the entire martial arts world will know how powerful I, Luo Qingci, am, and let's see who dares to be arrogant in front of me!"
Thinking of this, a confident smile appeared on her face, a smile that exuded an air of dominance, as if she could already see the pathetic scene of the destruction of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect and the Blood Demon Palace, as well as her glorious moment of making a name for herself in the martial arts world and dominating the martial arts world.