Chapter 7371
You Too Must Endure Pain
That violent energy, powerful enough to tear steel apart, suddenly collapsed and dimmed like a soap bubble punctured by a fingertip, disappearing silently into the air without leaving a ripple.
The energy light on the two martial artists instantly went out, as if all their strength had been drained in an instant. Their legs went weak, and they staggered and froze on the spot, their faces as pale as paper, and even a trace of blood spilled from the corner of their mouths... The intense pain of the energy backlash made it difficult for them to even stand up.
The longsword in Liu Ming's hand was still shining with a dazzling light, but the trajectory of the sword tip was abruptly stopped one millimeter in front of Xiao Chen's brow, unable to advance any further.
Because Xiao Chen's right index finger had silently touched his brow without him noticing. A tiny, dim halo, the size of a grain of rice, clung to the fingertip, a halo that seemed to devour all surrounding light, exuding a chilling stillness.
"You're too weak." Xiao Chen's voice was flat and emotionless, as if he were commenting on a dish that wasn't cooked properly, without the slightest fluctuation of emotion.
The voice just fell.
"Sizzle... Sizzle!"
Two thin, dark rays shot out from his left fingertips almost simultaneously... They weren't hidden weapons, but rather energy thorns condensed to their extreme, leaving barely perceptible afterimages in the air before accurately piercing the foreheads of the other two martial artists.
There were no screams, no roars.
The two men froze abruptly, their pupils dilated, and their faces remained frozen in shock and fear. Then, like puppets with broken strings, they fell backward and crashed heavily onto the sticky, bloody ground.
On their foreheads, there was only a barely visible red dot, from which a trace of dark red blood slowly seeped out, a shocking sight.
The triangular strangulation formation was reduced to just one corner in an instant.
Liu Ming's pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints, and his heart felt as if it were being gripped by an icy hand.
He saw it clearly; those two dark lights were definitely not ordinary hidden weapons, but he had absolutely no clue what they were. Cold sweat instantly soaked through his inner lining, and his back felt as cold as if it were covered with ice.
"kneel."
Xiao Chen's voice rang out again, not loud, but carrying a power of rules that transcended all things, directly crushing into Liu Ming's spiritual sea, making his blood seem to freeze.
kneel?
Liu Ming's eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins. Humiliation and madness completely overwhelmed his fear, and he roared, "The blood of a divine descendant flows in my veins! Extreme Yin Island will never surrender..."
“Roaring is always the death knell for the incompetent.” Xiao Chen interrupted him coldly, his finger, which had been hovering over Liu Ming’s brow, seemingly casually swiped downwards.
"Boom!"
Liu Ming's leg bones caved in and shattered without warning!
The crisp "crack" sound was clear and piercing. An irresistible force surged from all directions. He screamed and involuntarily knelt heavily in the cold, sticky pool of blood. His knees hit the ground, splattering blood everywhere.
"You..." He tried to raise his head and curse, but as soon as he raised half of his face, he met a pair of calm eyes.
There was no murderous intent, no anger in his eyes, only an absolute void that could freeze the soul... It was as if he was not facing a person, but a cosmic will executing a cleansing program, and he was nothing more than garbage to be deleted in the program.
The remaining harsh words stuck in his throat, turning into gasps and gasps, and Liu Ming's body trembled uncontrollably.
Xiao Chen took a step forward, and Liu Ming felt the surrounding air instantly turn into a viscous gel, trapping him in place and making it difficult to even breathe.
Xiao Chen slowly extended his right index and middle fingers, forming a sword-like shape. Visible, minute spatial distortions rippled around his fingertips, causing the air to tremble slightly wherever those ripples passed. Without any fancy moves, facing Liu Ming's sword swung with his last ounce of strength, he simply made a light slash.
"Zheng..."
An extremely piercing cutting sound suddenly rang out, making one's teeth ache.
Liu Ming's alloy longsword, capable of withstanding small-caliber artillery shells, along with his swinging arm, was cleanly severed, the cut as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been cut by the sharpest divine weapon.
Before the severed arm even hit the ground, it was shattered by the spatial distortion ripples left by the fingertips, turning into a cloud of metal and flesh mixed together, which scattered and landed on the surrounding bloody ground, adding to the ferocity of the carnage.
"Ugh...!"
The belated, excruciating pain overwhelmed Liu Ming's senses like a tsunami. He let out a heart-wrenching scream, his voice hoarse and broken, and he was no longer recognizable as human.
“Pain is a quantifiable concept that needs to be experienced firsthand.” Xiao Chen’s voice remained calm and even. He slowly squatted down, his gaze level with Liu Ming’s face, which was distorted by extreme pain.
"When you tortured Li Can with dozens of different neurotoxins in an attempt to destroy his will, did you ever imagine that you would suffer a hundred times more pain?"
He spread his fingers on his left hand and lightly pressed them on Liu Ming's other shoulder, which was still intact.
Beneath his palm, a pale golden halo quietly lit up, and pure immortal power and divine essence, like a flowing galaxy, surged faintly beneath his skin, carrying a heart-palpitating sense of oppression.
Liu Ming's screams abruptly ceased, replaced by a bone-chilling coldness and stiffness.
He clearly felt that his nervous system was being forcibly invaded, analyzed, and replicated by an irresistible force, with the pain of every nerve being amplified infinitely and precisely captured.
"No...no...please..." His eyes finally welled up with pure, utter despair, a complete collapse in the face of unknown terror, his pupils dilated, and his whole body trembled like leaves.
Xiao Chen stood up indifferently, no longer looking at the man on the ground who had lost his mind and was beginning to convulse violently... Liu Ming's eyes were completely empty, and saliva mixed with fear uncontrollably flowed from the corner of his mouth, making him look miserable and ridiculous.
He turned around and walked straight towards Li Can, who was being firmly protected by his teammates.
Behind him, Liu Ming's convulsions grew more and more intense, yet he couldn't utter a sound, only a strange "gurgling" sound escaping from his throat, like a broken bellows struggling to survive.
His consciousness had long been forcibly detached from his body by Xiao Chen and thrown into an eternal purgatory constructed with his expertise in toxicology... Here, the flow of time is infinitely distorted and amplified, and he will suffer the cumulative pain brought by all the toxins he personally developed for eternity.
This spiritual torture, which is even more thorough than physical destruction, has only just begun.
Xiao Chen took the disinfectant towel handed to him by his teammate and slowly wiped his fingers, gently removing the bloodstains from his fingertips as if he had just brushed away a bit of insignificant dust.
"Clean up the scene, destroy all traces, and prepare to return." He gave the order calmly, his voice regaining its usual tranquility, yet carrying an undeniable authority that made all the team members instinctively straighten their backs, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
"Yes, Teacher Xiao!" the team members responded in unison, their voices strong and clear.
The giant ship slowly adjusted its course, its engines roaring as it cleaved through the gradually calming waves, heading towards the coastline. (End of Chapter)