Chapter 273: The Curse of Mortals
The entire night, Bai Mo sat in Ning Yan Huo's home, watching him, on the verge of exacting his great revenge, shout hysterically within the soundproof barrier.
Two years ago, the day after breaking through to the Unmelting Realm, Ning Yan Huo secretly infiltrated Maysuo, exterminating the families of several One-Wheel Cult believers who had killed his parents and subsequently remained at large, eventually emigrating abroad years ago under the Wheel-Exclusion Act.
This incident caused a huge uproar in Maysuo, especially since three of the deceased had been severely desecrated before their deaths, forced to eat five apples, then torn apart by five horses, their deaths tragic and gruesome.
However, after the local police's full-scale investigation, they discovered the killer had already fled to the chaotic continent – Africa. Even their investigative teams couldn't operate freely in such a warlord-ridden place, allowing Ning Yan Huo to ultimately escape capture.
After several months of wandering, he returned to Huaxia, and didn't rest, investigating every official who had participated in the original judgment, turning their lives upside down.
This time, he didn't choose to kill, but rather handed over the incriminating evidence against these officials to their political enemies, then burned all the properties under their names to ashes.
Watching these people's half-lifetime accumulation of wealth turn to naught, and then live in constant fear under the extortion of their political enemies, he felt such a punishment was even more effective.
Of course, a major reason was that he had witnessed Hou Zi's fate, which made him choose not to kill these officials. Even a monstrous powerhouse like Hou Zi, after nearly two years of being hunted, ultimately disappeared from public view, never to reappear.
Bai Mo, who had attached a wisp of his consciousness to Ning Yan Huo, watched everything he did throughout, without offering advice or stopping him from doing anything.
"You maggots who run rampant because of your faith, tomorrow is your doomsday, hahaha..."
"Be ashamed! Commit suicide! You trash who used to be so smug about your worthless faith!"
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Ning Yan Huo continued his frenzy, venting emotions he had suppressed for nearly ten years, while Bai Mo continued to watch him, devoid of joy or sorrow.
At noon the next day, Ning Yan Huo, holding the amplifier altar in his hand, under the watchful eyes of several surrounding cameras, slowly began his final revenge.
He drank a potion, beginning to slowly shatter his Life Field and gradually enter the Daoization state.
With a single thought, the surroundings immediately erupted with furious winds and flying sand and stones. Had he not arrived in the suburbs in advance, the row of houses nearby likely wouldn't have been spared.
As it had been pre-arranged with the Huaxia Federation's officials, at this moment, all official media in Huaxia suddenly began broadcasting the camera footage.
"What's going on? My TV suddenly switched to this screen?"
"The Capital Television Station was actually hacked?!"
"Who is that strange man?"
"What is he doing?!"
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Countless people watching television during their lunch break all witnessed the signal being switched.
Of course, a very small number of knowledgeable cultivators, who knew what was happening, chose to remain silent. To witness the process of others undergoing the Daoization tribulation on video was an extremely valuable experience.
After breaking through the barriers between himself and this world, Ning Yan Huo felt as if he had merged with the entire world; every movement of his hand and foot possessed unparalleled power, and his curse was like a golden rule, almost manifesting reality with his words.
If he were to rampage through Maysuo in his current state, absolutely no one within Maysuo could withstand three moves from him.
However, his absolute confidence was immediately dealt a heavy blow after he saw the "devil" behind him.
"If I didn't rely on this opportunity, I wouldn't even be able to perceive how strong he is?" Only after Ning Yan Huo reached this new height did he realize how terrifying the strength of this man was, a man whose true power had been imperceptible to him.
He felt that even if he continuously maintained his current state, his chances of winning against him in combat would be at most twenty percent.
"Why doesn't an existence of this caliber personally step in and flatten everything?" He entertained such a thought.
"But none of that matters. What matters is, today, I can finally have my revenge!"
Swallowing the tree core fragment he had hidden on his person, Ning Yan Huo began his final and most magnificent performance.
"...You idiots who believe in the One-Wheel Cult, you wastes of space who pompously pride yourselves on that worthless faith, now come and see how fragile such trash is..."
Aided by the pre-prepared simultaneous translation, Ning Yan Huo's words were translated word-for-word into various languages, instantly appearing in every corner of the world.
Many people, hearing this, already felt something was amiss. Openly provoking the One-Wheel Cult fanatics, even in the Huaxia Federation where the Wheel-Exclusion Act was in effect, carried a certain danger.
Anyone who dared to voice such opinions in public, the One-Wheel Cult would even pay the price of sacrificing dozens of elite assassins to take the life of whoever spoke out of turn.
Relying on such extremely barbaric methods, even after the One-Wheel Cult withdrew from the Huaxia Federation, few ordinary people dared to openly criticize them.
Even keyboard warriors cherished their lives. Facing such fanatics who disregarded all costs, no one wanted to provoke them.
Meanwhile, Ramdo, within his Divine Kingdom, thought far more than others. The divination that gave him an extremely dangerous premonition, and which he completed despite the huge backlash, would definitely not be as simple as a round of verbal abuse.
Although he followed the Divine Path and hadn't experienced a Daoization tribulation, he was equally aware that his opponent was currently in a state that could explode at any moment.
"How could this trash, capable of only a single strike, possibly threaten me?" However, being inside his Divine Kingdom, he didn't believe the opponent could break in and kill him.
"...I hereby declare that all who believe in the One-Wheel Cult must eat one apple every day and then shout, 'I absolutely do not believe in the One-Wheel Cult!' Otherwise, they will be afflicted by an unbearable itch, for which there is no cure!"
These words sounded like a child's tantrum, but no one found them humorous, nor did anyone think he was joking, because everyone could see this was a curse unleashed at the cost of his very life!
Ning Yan Huo, his hands resting on the amplifier, his body continuously vanished with every word he uttered. By the time he uttered the words "no cure," eighty percent of his body had already disappeared, sustaining his meager existence solely through the life-filled tree core fragment.
"The deeper the faith, the stronger the symptoms; those without faith are unaffected." He added this final sentence.
At this point, only Ning Yan Huo's head remained, but a satisfied smile was plastered across his face, sending chills down the spines of countless viewers before their screens.
Many adults covered their children's eyes, but many innocent children still couldn't comprehend the horror of this scene.
Perhaps in another ten years, after they've gained a greater understanding of this world, on some leisurely afternoon, suddenly recalling this scene from a decade prior, will they truly grasp the meaning of that smile, a smile more terrifying than any horror film.
The Huaxia Federation continued to fan the flames from behind the scenes; every word Ning Yan Huo spoke was immediately translated into over ten languages, allowing the vast majority of people worldwide to understand.
"He's trying to sever my foundation!" Ramdo quickly understood the madman's intent. He had never intended to directly attack the high-ranking officials who, in truth, lacked genuine faith. Instead, he was striking at the root, tormenting the true believers at the bottom, to make them lose their faith!.
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