Chapter 160
Chapter 160
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 160
>Chapter Title: Liar
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Chapter 160: Liar
Li Huowang, in such agony that he was on the verge of passing out, charged forward. His sword came down heavily, slicing off a huge chunk of Erbing's face and exposing the bloody mess of flesh beneath.
He grabbed her by the throat and hoisted her entire body up, shouting toward the others locked in combat, “Stop fighting!! Look at this~! She’s the real one from Sitting Oblivion Dao! You’ve all been tricked by her!”
What greeted Li Huowang, however, was a crossbow bolt shooting straight into his abdomen. They had completely lost themselves to bloodlust.
Even if it had started as a misunderstanding, the corpses littering the ground made it impossible to resolve now—whether it had been true before or not, it was now.
Li Huowang hurled Erbing to the ground with force, then stomped down viciously, shattering every bone in her arms. He charged straight into the heart of the battlefield. “Xiaoman, keep an eye on her!”
Watching Li Huowang rampage through the crowd, slaughtering wildly, Erbing let out a chuckle.
Xiaoman’s sword was instantly at her throat. “You’re in this state and you’re still laughing? You’ll be crying soon enough!”
Erbing laughed even louder. Several faces flickered rapidly across her features before settling into a new one.
“Hey~ If not now, when? It’s fun to play when you’re betting your own life, right?”
At this moment, though, Jiang Yingzi nearby wasn’t glaring at Li Huowang with her usual resentment.
Instead, she stared at Erbing’s face with a terribly complicated expression. She had just spotted the face of Joy God’s Grand Elder among those fleeting visages.
In the end, the group retreated—not because they had seen through Erbing’s deception, but because they had suffered too many casualties and were forced to break.
As the sky gradually lightened, the sound of horse hooves and camel bells faded into the distance, leaving behind a field of corpses and a few riderless camels.
The sun slowly rose over the horizon of the Gobi Desert, making the blood on the ground—and on everyone—appear even redder.
Li Huowang, covered head to toe in wounds, stood like a statue amid the pool of blood.
Neither side had been wrong, but under the deception of Sitting Oblivion Dao, they had reached an irreparable point.
Jiang Yingzi watched everything unfolding before her, looking somewhat panicked, as if lost in thought.
“Hahaha~ Good! Well killed!” Erbing, now reduced to a limbless torso, laughed uproariously.
Her voice drew Li Huowang’s attention. He laughed along with her, tossing his sword aside before staggering over.
He shoved a handful of hemostatic healing pills straight into Erbing’s mouth, then turned to Xiaoman beside him. “Go get the golden wound medicine we bought in town.”
“What?” Xiaoman thought he’d misheard.
“Didn’t you understand me?! Get the golden wound medicine! Hurry!!”
Once the medicine arrived, Li Huowang carefully sprinkled it over Erbing’s intestines, which had spilled out from her abdomen.
He laid out the blood-soaked torture tools from his belt in front of her and asked softly, “Are you going to talk?”
Erbing looked surprised. “Did you even ask me anything?”
Her right hand, limp from shattered bones, was flipped over. The iron underside shovel slid into her fingernail gap and pried upward.
After yanking off five fingernails in a row, Li Huowang looked at Erbing again, breathing heavily as he continued, “Are you going to talk?”
“What exactly do you want me to say?”
“Are you going to talk!” With venom in his eyes, Li Huowang’s lone arm shot out, his fingers gouging straight into her eye socket.
Amid Erbing’s scream of agony, that lively eyeball was crushed in his grip. “You fucking bitch, are you going to talk!!”
“Senior Brother Li, are you okay?” Bai Lingmiao edged closer, a hint of fear in her voice.
Li Huowang took a deep breath and stood, turning to her with gentle words, “I’m fine. Help me check on the others. If anyone’s hurt too badly, remember to use spirit jumping to heal them.”
As soon as Bai Lingmiao left, Li Huowang stomped down on Erbing’s exposed intestines. His voice erupted once more, brimming with hatred and malice. “Are you going to talk!!”
He didn’t actually want Erbing to say anything—he just wanted revenge, pure and simple. The current situation was all her fault, and she had to pay the price.
The torture tools Li Huowang had commissioned earlier were usually used only for a few items; the others had sat unused.
But at this moment, they finally served their purpose.
As they were stained with blood one by one, Erbing transformed from a seductive beauty into a blood-smeared pillar of flesh.
The bone-deep pain made her pass out and wake several times.
Yet no matter how brutally she was tortured, she showed no sign of begging Li Huowang for mercy.
Her mangled form looked at the increasingly deranged Li Huowang with her remaining eye, a glint of amusement in it. She laughed, and laughed even louder.
The more Li Huowang tortured her, the louder her laughter grew.
Looking at the gasping Erbing before him, the out-of-patience Li Huowang raised his long sword toward her chest.
“Li Huowang, wait. Can you ask her something for me?”
The sudden voice made Li Huowang pause. He turned to see it wasn’t one of his fellow disciples, but his hallucination—Jiang Yingzi.
Her expression was one of intense struggle, as if fearing something while also anticipating it.
“Can you ask her if that massacre four years ago was done by Sitting Oblivion Dao?”
Before he could ponder the oddity of his hallucination, the information in her words shocked Li Huowang to his core.
His pupils contracted to pinpoints as strange conjectures exploded in his mind.
When he relayed Jiang Yingzi’s question to Erbing, she laughed once more.
“Heh heh heh~ It really wasn’t you who did it? Have some confidence—you’re a heart spirit! Killing a few tens of thousands of people should be a piece of cake, right?”
No sooner had she spoken than Erbing’s last eye was utterly crushed.
“It was you! That massacre four years ago was you!! You framed me for it!”
As Li Huowang’s roar rang out, Jiang Yingzi’s form beside him began to flicker unstably. She wept.
Dragging her battered body, she came to Li Huowang’s side. “Li Huowang, I was wrong. It was Sitting Oblivion Dao that killed my whole family, not you. We were all deceived by them.”
Before Li Huowang could respond, the grief-stricken woman wiped her tears with trembling hands. “Li Huowang, I know it’s a bit much to ask now, but can you avenge my family? If you do, I’ll tell you something vitally important to you.”
Li Huowang was about to question her when he snapped back to himself. “What am I doing talking to a hallucination?”
“I’m a hallucination, the monk is a hallucination, but Danyangzi isn’t! He’s real!”
“The elders of the robe sect were replaced by Sitting Oblivion Dao long ago. You were tricked! They didn’t get rid of Danyangzi for you—they just hid him deeper! Your personality is still under Danyangzi’s influence!”
As soon as Yingzi finished speaking, her broken body gradually faded away. “I’m sorry…”
(End of chapter)