Published: February 7, 2025
The Young Master Seat screamed in terror; this was a silver weapon that posed a lethal threat to him!
His fists slammed against the shadow desperately, and those fist shadows that could threaten the Shield of the Water Bottle collided with the scythe shadow, constantly weakening the power of this strike!
When the scythe shadow disappeared again, the Young Master slumped down, his hands covered in blood!
Upon closer inspection, several finger stumps of varying lengths had appeared under his feet!
"Why? Why! What is this thing!"
The Young Master shrieked, lifting his hands in a howl!
His hands were begging for someone to heal them, so even the legs of the Demon Gold Sacred Seat could only be in that state temporarily, which showed how high the price was, to the point that even two sacred seats could only afford the cost once.
But now, they had been rendered useless, and two of them at that!
Even though his palms were still intact, six fingers had been severed—four from the right hand and two from the left!
In an instant, how could the Young Master accept this?
He was even more confused about how Xia Bai, who had been at a complete disadvantage and was in danger of being killed at any moment, had started this series of incomprehensible counterattacks.
Xia Bai's profession, the soul reaper, had the ability of dark cataclysm, which was not to obscure the light; that was just a tactic she used to match her shadow charm lineage. The true power of dark cataclysm was the black powder that formed from the previous explosion.
This powder was neither poison nor plague; it had only one function: to significantly increase the degree of injury sustained by the target it contaminated.
Simply put, if you had no wounds or ailments on your body, then the powder would have no effect when sprinkled on you. But even the slightest scratch or bruise would be magnified countless times!
Xia Bai knew she could drag it out, or even stop fighting and let her teammates help, but that was not her style. Once she stepped onto the battlefield, there were only two outcomes: either she would kill the Young Master, or he would kill her!
Because no matter who it was, it was acceptable to insult her, but insulting the man who pulled her from hell was absolutely not! Even if the Young Master had merely 'threatened' Ye Zhongming verbally!
Xia Bai was like this; after suffering a great shock and destroying her appearance, she hadn’t gone mad, but her mind had turned extremely radical. Ye Zhongming had become the only reason for her to live in this world, and had he appeared even a moment later, she couldn't predict what she would have done.
Therefore, she had to kill the Young Master. From the moment this thought arose, she set up her strategy based on her characteristics and equipment.
If one looked closely, they would see that Xia Bai was not recklessly confronting the Young Master head-on; every time she chose a point of collision, it was always the Young Master's right leg, always the same spot!
She knew it was impossible to gain an advantage and that she would be injured, but it was enough that the Young Master would have some bruising there; the effect of dark cataclysm was sufficient to cause serious injury to his right leg.
Next, she would utilize the ability of the sadness ink pattern scythe.
“Ability 1, inertia attack: once the user indicates an attack, regardless of whether they continue to hold the sadness ink pattern scythe, the weapon will complete the attack.”
“Ability 2, will replication: the user can let the weapon replicate the last attack without being near the sadness ink pattern scythe. Cooldown time: 24 hours.”
“Ability 3, sadness power pattern: when the user is injured, the sadness ink pattern scythe will increase its attack power in proportion to the degree of damage sustained, consuming mental energy.”
On her first attack, Xia Bai used inertia attack. She deliberately found an angle targeting the immobile Young Master, and the result, as expected, was a complete miss.