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Under the influence of the attribute's restraint, these terrifying Insect Tides were completely annihilated!
The flames did not last long; after incinerating the insects, they gradually faded away.
Not far away, a disheveled figure with a cold expression was none other than Master Rosen. He did not look well at all, lacking the spirited demeanor he had upon arrival, appearing quite miserable.
His originally silk garments had been partially burned, revealing several holes. The right sleeve was empty, and his shoulder was exposed, with flesh and blood gushing out uncontrollably.
Netherworld Ghost Fire burns with evil energy as its fuel, and when encountered, it blazes fiercely.
Those Silent Bugs were a collective of evil energy. Controlling them, and being someone who practiced Evil Arts, Rosen was no less a flammable entity himself.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly; when the flames touched his right hand, he immediately severed his own right arm. Otherwise, he would have ended up like the charcoal on the ground.
In his frantic escape, his hairpin fell out, and his long hair cascaded down, adding to the horror of his appearance.
"Good kid, you really have some skills!" Rosen's face darkened.
He was over forty years old and had served as the Senra Hall Master for more than a decade; his power and influence were undeniable.
Since taking office, he had not suffered any injuries for a long time, let alone something that would leave him disabled like this severed arm.
A fire burned in Rosen's heart; he was a perfectionist who could not tolerate even the slightest flaw. He usually took special care to remove any scars on his body to avoid unsightly marks. This severed arm was clearly irrecoverable, and for him, it felt as painful as being killed.
He extended his left hand and pressed it against the wound on his right arm.
Visible to the naked eye, countless tiny black insects quickly crawled up the wound, covering it within seconds.
The bleeding stopped; however, this method of stopping the blood was rather unsettling.
Rosen stood like a spear, his expression resolute, showing no signs of pain or fear. All that was present was anger.
"To sever my arm is to ruin my life. Today, even if I die, I will take your life!"
As the words fell, Rosen extended his remaining left arm, his palm straightened into a blade-like shape, aimed at his left chest.
Splash!
Blood splattered as his hand plunged terrifyingly into his chest.
Ye Mingshang squinted, seemingly understanding what the other intended to do, but he did not intervene. It was not that he couldn't stop it, but rather that he didn't care—he had absolute confidence in his own strength.
Around the wound, blood soaked into his clothing, but it was not pure; it was mixed with many black specks. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be tiny black insects!
Despite accomplishing this, Rosen's expression was one of great pain as he glared resentfully at the indifferent youth across from him and coldly said, "Hmph! If you had escaped just now, you might have survived. Instead, you waited for me to complete this technique. Now, even if you want to flee, you cannot!"
Accompanied by the splattering of blood, Rosen withdrew his blood-soaked hand.
It was not the scene of continuous bleeding one might expect; it merely symbolically sprayed a few times.
Logically speaking, the Heart is the source of life and also the pump for blood. Piercing the Heart, while not as exaggerated as blood spraying three feet away, would certainly result in a significant amount of blood loss.
However, he did not bleed much at all; it was quite strange.
Gurgling~
Faintly, there seemed to be some peculiar sound emerging.
Rosen's complexion grew even worse, contorting as if he were enduring immense pain.
From the hole in his chest, something began to ooze out—not blood, but a swarm of insects.
They seemed to be squeezed out, desperately trying to burrow inside, but were blocked.
Gurgle~ Gurgle~
It was that sound again, and this time the source of the noise became clear.
With the sound, the bulge on the chest moved slightly. The fabric of the clothing swelled along with it, and something could be seen through the holes in the garment, though it was not clear.
In just a few seconds, the movement spread and crawled up to Face.
Several bulges, slightly thinner than a pinky finger, appeared, resembling swollen veins.
Gurgle~
This time it was more intuitive; the raised lines looked like worms wriggling inside, with a faint tendency to expand.
This spread was certainly not only upward; it must be crawling all over the body.
The small bugs on the chest, resembling sesame seeds, were likely the source of all this.
The entire process lasted about half a minute. At this moment, Rosen looked terrifying, with bulges all over his face resembling worms, even burrowing into his scalp.
"You've done this to me; pay with your life!"
With a roar, Rosen's body surged.
Bang!
With a crisp sound, cracks formed in the ground beneath him, creating a small depression.
The surge of power brought an increase in speed; Rosen's figure shot forward like a Cannonball fired from a cannon, almost instantly reaching his opponent.
Facing the sudden outburst from Rosen, Ye Mingshang showed no signs of surprise or fear. To this, Rosen merely regarded him as expressionless.
The killing intent was palpable, with a hand poised to strike, seemingly ready to sever the opponent's neck.
In response to this lethal move, Ye Mingshang simply raised a hand lightly.
Smack!
Rosen's palm came to an abrupt halt just three inches away from Ye Mingshang's face.
"How is this possible!"
Rosen's pupils contracted in shock.
Such an attack, at such speed, was painfully slow in Ye Mingshang's eyes.
He had been far stronger than this even before he ascended to immortality, and he was always in peak condition. In the past, such an opponent might have posed some trouble for him, but now that he had become an immortal, facing someone of this caliber felt like playing with a child.
Whoosh!
Rosen quickly twisted his wrist and withdrew his hand. He then bent down and aimed a kick at Ye Mingshang's head.
Smack!
Once again, the attack was blocked without any rush to counter; it was purely defensive.
Rosen continued his relentless assault while Ye Mingshang effortlessly evaded each strike. The speed of their movements was astonishingly quick; however, Rosen appeared anxious and strained, while Ye Mingshang remained calm and relaxed throughout.
Another punch came flying in, and Ye Mingshang simply tilted his head slightly to avoid it.
To him, these attacks felt like they were in slow motion; even the prelude of a cricket's chirp posed more of a threat than this.
"You're really too weak..."
Ye Mingshang shook his head slightly, feeling quite disappointed.
This expression was naturally noticed by Rosen, who was filled with rage.
"Damn it! Don't underestimate me!!!"
In his fury, both his strength and speed increased significantly, but it was still futile.
It seemed like he was lightly gripping the opponent's fist, but it felt like an iron clamp, rendering him unable to move.
"I've been tricked."
Rosen revealed a sinister smile.
Suddenly!
The skin on the back of his hand broke open, and a swarm of black insects surged out, seemingly intent on spreading onto Ye Mingshang's arm.
"Netherworld Ghost Fire."
(To be continued.)
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