Chapter 1080: A Small Trick
The question Wan Wu Yi suddenly posed made the Door Master of the Corpse Sect's expression drastically change. The Door Master of the Corpse Sect then realized his lapse and immediately composed himself.
"What kind of Corpse Ghoul has half a foot in the Corpse King realm? I don't know what you're talking about!"
The Door Master of the Corpse Sect hastily denied the existence of such a thing. Wan Wu Yi kept all his reactions and expressions in sight, and after hearing his reply, couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
"Oh? Is that so?"
Wan Wu Yi asked coldly, while the Door Master of the Corpse Sect replied agitatedly.
"Of course, if I possessed a Corpse Ghoul of that level, how could I have been defeated by Yang Haoran this time?"
"Heh heh, even if you released a Corpse Ghoul of that level, you'd still suffer a crushing defeat. Your opponent has a three-star Demon Hunter. How could you possibly contend with him with just a Corpse Ghoul that has half a foot in the Corpse King realm?"
Wan Wu Yi spoke with a sneer. After a slight pause, he continued.
The Door Master of the Corpse Sect furrowed his brows deeply. He shook his head without a second thought.
"I've just made myself very clear. If I had such a Corpse Ghoul, I would have long since used it to fight enemies; why would I hide it away? Zombies are weapons for me to fight enemies, not my ancestors. Do I need to hide it away and worship it?"
As the Door Master of the Corpse Sect spoke, he grew even more agitated than before. Wan Wu Yi nodded after hearing this, then spoke with a smile.
"So that's how it is. It seems my information was flawed, and I've wronged you. My apologies, truly."
Upon hearing this, the Door Master of the Corpse Sect breathed a sigh of relief, but then he realized something was amiss. In his impression, Wan Wu Yi was not one to be so polite, nor was he someone who could be easily fooled with a few words.
No sooner had this ominous feeling arisen in his heart than his vision blurred. A strong, bloody scent assailed his nostrils. He instinctively tried to dodge, but it was already too late; his left hand was seized by Wan Wu Yi. A visible blood mist spread from Wan Wu Yi's hand, instantly enveloping his entire left hand.
"Wan Wu Yi, you want to. . . AHH! ! !"
Before the Door Master of the Corpse Sect could finish speaking, his words were replaced by a cry of agony. At this moment, his entire left hand was enveloped in a layer of blood mist. At first glance, apart from the added layer of blood mist, there seemed to be nothing wrong with his left hand. There was no twisting, no deformation, no new wounds; the blood mist appeared to have no effect on it whatsoever.
But the truth was far from it. This layer of blood mist enveloping his entire left hand not only affected it, but the impact was quite significant. Although the blood mist caused no superficial damage to his left hand, the bones of his entire left hand were slowly being shattered. This was the reason he suddenly cried out in agony.
"Once this arm of yours is completely shattered by my power, it will likely be difficult to recover it. You should prepare yourself mentally for losing an arm. Heh heh, tell me, have you recalled anything now?"
In just this short span of time, the Door Master of the Corpse Sect was trembling all over from the pain, his face as pale as paper, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
Wan Wu Yi's words chilled his heart to the core. Having lived and worked in Gu Mo City, he was familiar with Wan Wu Yi's methods. He wouldn't naively believe that Wan Wu Yi's words were just meant to scare him. He had no doubt that Wan Wu Yi would truly destroy his hand, and in this tormenting manner, slowly destroy his hand bit by bit.
The fear in his heart, coupled with the physical torment he endured, made him immediately relent.
"I'll tell you! I. . . I'll tell you everything!"
Enduring the intense pain, the Door Master of the Corpse Sect replied. The pain was so severe that his voice sounded weak and powerless.
"You truly are a spineless wretch, aren't you? Must you suffer a bit before you learn that stones are harder than eggs?"
Wan Wu Yi mocked with a smile. As he spoke these words, he dispersed the blood mist enveloping the Door Master of the Corpse Sect's left hand. However, when he released the Door Master of the Corpse Sect's left hand, he deliberately twisted it.
At this point, a small portion of the Door Master of the Corpse Sect's left hand bones had already been shattered. Although a large portion remained intact, with Wan Wu Yi's final twist, the bones that hadn't been shattered also cracked, though not as severely as the areas shattered by the blood mist, and the pain it caused the Door Master of the Corpse Sect was extremely intense.
The Door Master of the Corpse Sect cried out in agony, while Wan Wu Yi watched with a cold smile, as if observing the Door Master of the Corpse Sect perform a solo act.
Approximately one minute passed before the Door Master of the Corpse Sect stopped screaming. His entire left hand hung limply, as if it had no bones. His other hand supported his left arm, and his pale face was covered in sweat.
He glared at Wan Wu Yi with anger, without speaking, but his feet involuntarily retreated several steps, putting some distance between himself and Wan Wu Yi once more.
Although his gaze conveyed his inner rage at that moment, his retreat simultaneously revealed the fear in his heart.
In truth, his heart was indeed filled with fear at that moment, but he hadn't forgotten his identity. So even though he was afraid, he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he glared at Wan Wu Yi with furious eyes—this was his last act of defiance.
"Heh heh, you're truly pathetic. I only used such a small trick, and you're already screaming in pain. If I were to seriously 'entertain' you, would you just start crying?"
Facing Wan Wu Yi's mockery, the Door Master of the Corpse Sect still remained silent. At this moment, he was gasping for air in large gulps. He didn't have the guts to curse at Wan Wu Yi to his face, nor did he have the strength, so he could only curse Wan Wu Yi endlessly in his heart.
Just now, Wan Wu Yi had indeed only used a small trick, but this small trick was not something an ordinary person could endure, because the blood mist that shattered bones could stimulate the subcutaneous pain nerves, amplifying the pain.
If not for this, the Door Master of the Corpse Sect wouldn't have been screaming in such agony. After all, he was someone who had weathered many storms; he wouldn't have screamed so disregard for his status over ordinary methods.
The reason he didn't scream again now was because he had already used his power to seal his entire left hand. Yet, even so, a piercing pain still emanated from his left hand; it was just that this pain was much weaker compared to before, which was why he didn't continue screaming.
Perhaps finding the Door Master of the Corpse Sect's silence uninteresting, Wan Wu Yi didn't continue his verbal mockery. Instead, he spoke to the Door Master of the Corpse Sect with a cold laugh.
"Speak quickly. Do I need to prepare a cup of hot tea for you first?"
The Door Master of the Corpse Sect glared at Wan Wu Yi. He didn't immediately reply. Instead, after taking a few more ragged breaths, he spoke to Wan Wu Yi in a deep voice.
"Your information isn't wrong. I do indeed have a Corpse Ghoul in my possession, and this Corpse Ghoul is indeed on the verge of breaking through to the Corpse King realm."
Receiving the Door Master of the Corpse Sect's affirmative answer, Wan Wu Yi seemed very pleased. The Door Master of the Corpse Sect observed his reaction and continued speaking before Wan Wu Yi could even open his mouth.
"It's just that this Corpse Ghoul is not under my control; it might even devour its master. So I could only seal and hide it away."
The Door Master of the Corpse Sect originally thought that saying this would dissuade Wan Wu Yi, but what he hadn't expected was that the smile on Wan Wu Yi's face didn't diminish in the slightest because of his words.
"Where did you hide this Corpse Ghoul?"
The Door Master of the Corpse Sect's expression turned ugly. He looked at Wan Wu Yi, his gaze holding not only rage but also hesitation.
He possessed a Corpse Ghoul that was about to break through to the Corpse King realm. Of course, he wasn't the only one who knew about this; otherwise, it wouldn't have reached Wan Wu Yi's ears. But besides him, only two trusted subordinates by his side knew about it.
He had never leaked this matter. Since Wan Wu Yi knew about it, then one of his two trusted subordinates must have divulged it.
Now that both of his trusted subordinates were dead, and perhaps their souls had even been dispersed by Yang Haoran, it was no longer realistic for him to find out who had leaked the information. Moreover, he was currently unable to protect himself, so he had no mind to dwell on who had leaked it. The question he was now grappling with was whether or not to tell Wan Wu Yi where the Corpse Ghoul was hidden!
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