Chapter 311 - Eight-treasure Haotian Tower (1/2)

“Because it is over.”

Along with the fading of Xiao Chen’s few words, it looked like that Zuoqiu Yang had suffered a significant trauma and spurted out a mouthful of blood. Then, he seemed to have been knocked into the air by an invisible force.

“What the hell?” They could not believe it, and all looked astonished. In the audience, Zuoqiu Ping even directly crushed the teacup in his hand.

Zuoqiu Yang landed back on the platform, forcing himself to bite back the blood in his throat. With a ferocious and frightening appearance, he looked crazy. “I do not believe it! Last time you were no match for me at all! I do not believe that you can reach the Nascent Soul Realm in such a short time! Soul-petrifying Blood Spell!”

As soon as he dropped the “Soul-petrifying Blood Spell,” a gust of evil wind started to blow on and off the platform with bursts of squealing sounds. The wind came all of a sudden as if it were from the netherworld, quite terrifying.

A layer of black fog rose suddenly on the platform. Then, it enveloped Xiao Chen from all directions. When those people on the platform saw the coming black fog, they faintly felt that it would absorb their souls. Many of them began to panic. Even worse, some people began to hallucinate the scariest thing for them. For a time, lots of people on the square had reached the level of insanity. They put their hands over their heads and fled like frightened rats, which made the whole square a mess.

“Ah! Kill me! Kill me!”

“Don’t come over! Don’t come over!”

“Why is it happen? I am begging you! Please kill me!”

In no time, the entire square sank into considerable confusion. Even seniors of Cultivators’ sects, who had strong wills, felt a sudden shock in their hearts. Hurriedly, they calmed themselves down and quickly started to operate the high-end mind cultivation methods of their sects to protect themselves against the spell’s influence.

The Zuoqiu family had three great spells: Soul-exterminating Blood Spell, Soul-tracking Blood Spell, and Soul-petrifying Blood Spell. Among them, the Soul-petrifying Blood Spell would bring their enemies the top-level fear, despair, and pains in an instant so as to pull their enemies’ teeth off.

On the platform, the black fog completely enveloped Xiao Chen only in moments. Even those people below the platform, who were on the edge of the black fog, were in such a condition; one could imagine what Xiao Chen’s present situation was because he was in the spell’s power center.

Seeing no movements in the fog, Zuoqiu Yang laughed in a harsh voice. “Sank into endless fear! Endless despair! Endless pains! Hahahahaha!”

At this time, Elders from each sect helped their disciples steadied themselves. Once again, all of them looked up at the light curtain. Now, the whole platform was shrouded in the raging black fog. After a while, a figure slowly emerged from the fog.

“Fear? Despair? Pain? What can be more horrible than being imprisoned in the Ghostly Hall? What can be more desperate than being utterly isolated? What can be more painful than the feeling when I woke up from the long sleep and found that everyone I knew was gone?”

After Xiao Chen trudged through the fog, his expression looked much gloomier, and even his tone became extremely mournful. Obviously, the Soul-petrifying Blood Spell had more or less affected him, but nevertheless, nothing now could make him feel more fearful, hopeless, and painful.

Suddenly, the crowd erupted with cries of surprise. Even Su Yue, who was standing on the high platform, slightly changed her expression. “Even I do not dare to underestimate the power of the Zuoqiu family’s Soul-petrifying Blood Spell. But this young man, what on earth has happened to him? Is there nothing in the world that can make him more desperate and painful?”

Actually, there was such a person and, she was Ling Yin. But Xiao Chen firmly believed that Ling Yin was still alive. So yes, there was nothing in the world that could make him feel more terrible.

Zuoqiu Yang’s face was full of disbelief. “How was it possible? Why isn’t there anything that can make you feel painful, desperate, and afraid? Once again, Soul-petrifying Blood Spell!”

Xiao Chen chuckled. “You are one of the big families’ disciples who have nothing to worry about. So how can you understand even a little of the pain and despair in this world?” After Xiao Chen finished, he raised his hand. At once, it seemed that a powerful unseen force strangled Zuoqiu Yang’s neck and, his feet gradually left the platform. Then, he was constantly struggling in midair.

“Yang’er!” In the audience, Zuoqiu Ping stood up in shock.