Mortals cultivate immortality, and their IQ is playing with their heartbeats

#787 - Wang Haoran Thriller Pearl

The other party finally couldn't restrain themselves and made a move against me. And now, I possess the most beads, which undoubtedly gives me more confidence and assurance.

However, these people appear to be extremely cautious, and those six I want to eliminate are hidden very deeply.

Li Chengfeng didn't overthink the issue. Instead, he quickly adjusted his state, pretending to be foolish and idiotic, hugging his head, and wailing in pain, "Don't come over, don't come over!"

His voice was full of fear and despair, as if he were truly frightened by the terrifying aura.

As Li Chengfeng cried with his head in his hands, his body trembled like the last fallen leaf in autumn, obviously, the invisible, pervasive terrifying aura eroded his mind like freezing ice.

All around, grayish-white mist swirled, as if it were the only color remaining between heaven and earth, imprisoning this space in a realm of death and fear.

In that moment intertwined with despair and fear, an even more eerie grayish-white figure quietly emerged from the chaos, blending into the surrounding environment like a ghost, drifting ethereally and silently approaching Li Chengfeng's back.

This person was Wang Haoran, a bizarre being specializing in terrifying techniques, using the human heart as his battlefield.

His eyes, in this dimness, were like two cold stars, gleaming with cunning and complacency, as if everything were under his control.

Wang Haoran secretly rejoiced in his heart. The Terror Bead he held tightly in his hand was something he had obtained after going through untold hardships. The power contained within was enough to plunge any living being into endless fear and despair.

This time, encountering Li Chengfeng, a pitiful pawn discarded here at will by the elders, was undoubtedly the best prey bestowed upon him by heaven.

The Joy Bead in Li Chengfeng's hand was even more irresistibly alluring to Wang Haoran. Killing this person would not only satisfy the evil thoughts in his heart but also greatly increase his cultivation. It was truly a win-win situation.

With this in mind, Wang Haoran's lips curled into a cruel smile, and his pace quickened, like a phantom in the night, instantly arriving before Li Chengfeng.

At this moment, Li Chengfeng was deeply mired in the quagmire of terrifying aura, his mind and spirit consumed, completely unaware of the impending crisis.

Seeing this, Wang Haoran chuckled inwardly, forming a hand seal. A long sword condensed from terrifying energy slowly took shape in his palm, its blade emitting a faint grayish-white light, revealing a chilling coldness.

"Hmph, if you're going to be cannon fodder, you need to be aware of it." Wang Haoran sneered, his voice low and sinister, like a call from the depths of the netherworld.

Before his voice faded, he flicked his wrist, and the Terror Sword slashed through the grayish-white mist like lightning, fiercely stabbing towards Li Chengfeng, "Since you've come to die, I'll grant your wish and let your soul become another sacrifice under my terrifying technique!"

This sword was as fast as a shooting star across the sky, as swift as lightning and thunder, and with the demise of Wang Haoran's sinister words, it suddenly slashed at Li Chengfeng.

However, at this critical moment of life and death, Li Chengfeng's figure vanished like morning mist, as if merging into the surrounding eerie terrifying hue, transforming into a part of the black and white world. Wang Haoran's strike ultimately landed only in emptiness.

The surrounding scenery quietly transformed at this moment, and a faint pink aura quietly permeated, like peach blossoms blooming in spring, gently covering this dead grayish-white.

Wang Haoran was stunned. He felt an unprecedented warmth surging through his body, as if he were in a pink dream, bathed in the gentle and strange sunlight. All the terror and coldness were dispelled by this warmth at this moment.

Just then, a graceful lady walked slowly towards him with light steps.

Her every smile and every frown were like a spring breeze caressing his face, causing ripples in Wang Haoran's heart.

His whole body trembled, and his excitement was hard to suppress, as if pulled by an invisible force, he involuntarily rushed towards the beauty, hugged her tightly in his arms, and murmured, "I finally found you, my Holy Maiden."

In Wang Haoran's heart, the Holy Maiden had always been that mysterious and unpredictable being whose true face no one had ever seen.

Now, he firmly believed that the beauty in front of him was the Holy Maiden he had dreamed of and yearned for day and night.

The sudden happiness made his whole body tremble, and his heart and lungs seemed to be filled with a sweet fragrance, almost suffocating him.

That soft, boneless, fair hand gently stroked his cheek, bringing a tremor.

Those big, watery eyes seemed to contain a soul-stirring magic, causing Wang Haoran to instantly lose all reason.

As if in a raging fire, the man's fortitude and desire reached a boiling point at this moment. His spirit had completely fallen, immersed in this sudden, dreamlike gentleness.

Suddenly, Wang Haoran's throat burst out with an extremely shrill roar, a voice containing endless pain and despair, as if a wail from the depths of the netherworld.

Immediately afterward, with a loud "bang", his lower body was torn apart by an invisible force, exploding into a sky full of splashing blood mist. Accompanied by his tragic screams, the entire space seemed to tremble.

When Wang Haoran barely regained his senses from the terrifying pain, the surrounding scenery began to gradually fade from its dreamlike pink, and all the colors slowly returned to reality.

He fixed his eyes and saw Li Chengfeng standing in front of him with a smile, his eyes twinkling with wisdom and playfulness.

"How was it? How did it taste?" Li Chengfeng asked softly, his tone revealing an indescribable triumph, "From horror to gentleness, and then the pain of falling back to reality from this gentleness, it's really addictive."

At this moment, Wang Haoran was in unbearable pain. He gritted his teeth and stared at Li Chengfeng, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness: "I really underestimated you. You were pretending to be weak to deceive me. So you had already comprehended the mysteries of 'A spring night is worth a thousand gold'!"

Li Chengfeng's smile grew even brighter when he heard this: "That's right. To deal with people like you, you naturally have to prepare more trump cards.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be too boring?"

As he spoke, he reached out a hand, and Wang Haoran's storage bag was easily taken off with a "swoosh".

Li Chengfeng took out the bead exuding a terrifying aura from the storage bag, gently weighing it in his hand, and then began to browse Wang Haoran's cultivation technique jade scroll.

His divine sense quickly swept through the contents of the jade scroll, recording the subtleties within one by one.

"Not bad, not bad," Li Chengfeng nodded, approvingly saying, "This terrifying technique really has its unique features, but you used it too biasedly, failing to unleash its true power.

Hehe, now that this technique has fallen into my hands, it will definitely shine brilliantly."