The Threat of the Dusk Society
Outside the Domain.
"Hiss..."
"Phew——"
Nine of Hearts held a Blasting Cap with an ignited fuse in his mouth, blowing out a puff of smoke as if smoking. He grinned, his mouthful of iron teeth and steel fangs exuding a chilling cold light in the air, like a demon stepping out from a steel forest.
At this mont, he was sitting on a Floating Life Painting mber with a bruised and swollen face. Behind him was a group of blue-robed apprentices, similarly covered in injuries, squatting on the ground holding their heads, their gazes towards Nine of Hearts filled with terror!
"Lunatics... You Dusk Society are indeed a bunch of lunatics!!"
The Floating Life Painting mber sitting under Nine of Hearts' buttocks cursed angrily with a pale face, "Do you know where this is?! To actually dare to break into the Red Dust Base and beat up Floating Life Painting mbers?! Is there still any king's law in this world?!!"
"King's law?"
Nine of Hearts laughed heartily. He casually took down the Blasting Cap in his mouth and stuffed it backhandedly into the mouth of the bruised and swollen Floating Life Painting mber under his buttocks, directly blocking his throat.
The fuse gradually burned. Watching the Blasting Cap about to explode in his own mouth, the Floating Life Painting mber instantly widened his eyes in fear and let out painful whimpering sounds!
"The king's law is right in your mouth. Ask it, see if it answers you?"
"Oh right~ It will answer..."
"In the most passionate and fiery way."
Nine of Hearts stretched out his hands and made an explosion gesture to the Floating Life Painting mber, even voluntarily providing the sound effect, "Boom!"
The Floating Life Painting mber beca even more terrified. He struggled desperately Risking His Life, trying to use his hands to pull out the Blasting Cap, but under Nine of Hearts' body, which was as heavy as Mount Tai, he couldn't move an inch at all.
Seeing this scene, the blue-robed apprentices shrinking in the corner turned even paler... They had all been brought into the Red Dust Base since childhood. Every day, besides learning painting and experiencing the Path of the Arts, they had never interacted with outsiders, let alone seen such a scene.
Facing madn and fierce bandits like Nine of Hearts, they were afraid from the bottom of their hearts. The few who had the courage to resist had already been knocked unconscious by Nine of Hearts, one punch for each.
"Nine of Hearts, don't play too far."
10 of Diamonds stood in front of another corridor and spoke calmly, "We are kidnappers, not perverted serial killers."
The corridor behind 10 of Diamonds was now filled with a large number of tree branches. Over a dozen Floating Life Painting mbers were entangled by the branches, hanging from the semi-hollowed-out do like fruits. Their entire bodies were almost completely wrapped in wood, like a tree full of Living Coffins.
These Floating Life Painting mbers were mostly Third to Fourth Tier, with several Fifth-Tier as well. But in these Living Coffins personally crafted by 10 of Diamonds, they were like caged birds unable to break free, and even their Spiritual Power was being swallowed by the entangling branches!
"I'm so friendly, how can I be a perverted serial killer??" Nine of Hearts widened his eyes, pointing one finger at the open space not far away,
"Then what is he?!"
In the open space, a figure wearing a Woolen Overcoat and refined Silver-Rimd Glasses was dragging a Giant Spiked Hamr covered in blood, walking slowly in front of the many Floating Life Painting mbers and blue-robed apprentices.
The spiked hamr, covered in blood, mud, and bone fragnts, cut ferocious cracks on the smooth marble floor of the base. The sharp sound was like nails scratching on a blackboard, making one's scalp tingle...
At this ti, those Floating Life Painting mbers and apprentices were all lying stiffly on the open space as if poisoned. Their faces were livid, but their consciousness seed awake, and pairs of terrified pupils followed the movent of the figure in the Woolen Overcoat.
A mont later, Chu Muyun stopped in front of a Floating Life Painting mber.
That bloodstained palm gently pushed the fra of the Silver-Rimd Glasses, leaving a sar of scarlet on it. The lenses reflected the pale light, like an "underworld lantern" heralding death, hanging in front of the trembling Floating Life Painting mber's eyes.
"Usually, your knees aren't very good, right?" Chu Muyun said faintly.
"...?" The trembling Floating Life Painting mber was startled.
"Relax... Pain and spasms are normal. Soon you won't feel anything anymore."
The figure wearing the Woolen Overcoat tightened his grip on the handle of the Giant Spiked Hamr and swung it fiercely through the air. The sharp spikes on the hamr, carrying terrifying power, smashed onto this Floating Life Painting mber's leg!
Boom——!!
Flesh and blood splattered, and the bones along with the marble floor below shattered explosively!
Under the terrified gazes of all the apprentices, that refined figure crazily swung the spiked hamr, smashing onto that leg again and again. At first, that Floating Life Painting mber still wailed in pain a couple of tis. When the third hamr strike fell, his eyes rolled back and he fainted...
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!!
It wasn't until that leg was forcefully smashed into bloody pulp that Chu Muyun slowly stopped. He casually wiped away the warm blood splattered on his cheek, glanced at the unconscious Floating Life Painting mber on the ground, and continued to drag the spiked hamr forward slowly...
The entire corridor plunged into dead silence.
In another corner, Jian Changsheng blinked his eyes.
He looked back at the group of blue-robed apprentices shrinking in the corner in terror behind him, and spoke viciously:
"All of you, behave yourselves!! Otherwise! I'll smash you into pulp too!!!"
"!!!"
The apprentices, having witnessed the "inhumane" and "heinous" acts of the Dusk Society with their own eyes, were completely terrified out of their wits. They obediently shrank in the corner like quails, not daring to have the slightest thought of resistance.
Seeing this, Jian Changsheng felt incomparably refreshed in his heart. He smoothed out his wolf-tail hair at the back, and his back straightened unconsciously.
Several figures quickly passed through the corridor and arrived at the area where the four Dusk Society mbers were.
Eighth Hall Master Yang Muquan, seeing the scene before him, instantly had an extrely unsightly expression!
"Dusk Society...!!!"
The mont the few Dusk Society mbers made their move, Yang Muquan sensed it. But the movents of these people were simply too fast. From making a move to subduing this batch of Floating Life Painting mbers, the total ti spent didn't exceed fifteen seconds!
Even if you beat Yang Muquan to death, he wouldn't have thought that these Dusk Society mbers who should have already been "purged" by them not only ca back to life, but also openly ran into the Red Dust Base to go crazy, arrogantly and presumptuously kidnapping a large batch of Floating Life Painting mbers!
Seeing this scene, Yang Muquan felt his lungs were about to explode from anger. Rank 7 Oppressive Aura wreaked havoc from his body, wishing he could tear these people into thousands of pieces right now!
"You guys... are courting death?!!!"
Following Yang Muquan's words, a ferocious and exaggerated speech bubble floated out in the void. The oppressiveness woven from black lines almost congealed into substance, suppressing the four, including Nine of Hearts, within it!
Facing the Oppressive Aura of a Hall Master, Nine of Hearts and the others didn't seem to care.
Sitting cross-legged on the Floating Life Painting mber, he played with the few Blasting Caps in his hand, and spoke unhurriedly:
"Whether we die or not isn't important."
"But we can guarantee, before we die... they will also die."
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