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The crimson warrior's soul, with hollow eyes beneath the helmet, fixed its gaze on Li Ming as if it could see deep into his very soul. An invisible pressure enveloped him, filling him with an overwhelming sense of fear and unease. He struggled desperately, only to find that every muscle in his body was frozen, rendering him completely immobile.
Suddenly, the warrior erupted into a deep, malicious laughter, mocking Li Ming's helplessness and despair. Li Ming felt lost and disoriented; his heart raced, breaths came in quick gasps, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead. He knew this warrior was anything but benevolent, yet he found himself unable to resist.
"Who... who are you?" Li Ming asked in terror, fully aware that such a question would elicit no response. The warrior's laughter grew more derisive, as if reveling in Li Ming's fear and vulnerability.
Without warning, the warrior let out a thunderous roar that echoed like rolling thunder. The sound unleashed a wave of astonishing force that seemed to shake the very fabric of space. Li Ming felt a powerful energy surge from the warrior, sweeping through the surroundings like a tempest.
The nearby monsters immediately scattered in panic, as if confronted by an insurmountable foe. Their roars and whispers vanished in an instant, leaving the space eerily silent. What had once been a scene of chaos and madness was now reduced to just the soul and the immobilized Li Ming.
Li Ming could hear his heartbeat echoing like drums in his ears—steady yet filled with anxiety and dread. He understood he was in a perilous situation, facing an overwhelmingly powerful entity.
The warrior's eyes remained hollow, but the oppressive aura surrounding him weighed heavily on Li Ming. His breathing quickened as endless fear and helplessness consumed him. He had no idea what the warrior's intentions were, but he knew he could not escape this predicament.
"Why... why is this happening?" Li Ming's mind swirled with countless questions and fears, but he realized that everything was beyond his comprehension. All he could do was watch the warrior and feel the immense power radiating from him.
The warrior's laughter rang out once more—deep and filled with malice—as if proclaiming that Li Ming's fate had already been sealed. Li Ming felt his heart pounding like thunder; his breaths became frantic, and sweat drenched his forehead. He understood that this moment would determine his destiny, yet he could not control this force; he could only submit to fate’s design.
Suddenly, the warrior spoke: "Weaklings... are truly pathetic. Are today's cultivators so fragile and useless?" His voice was low and authoritative, resonating like thunder in the air.
Li Ming felt the invisible pressure intensify, filling him with dread and unease. The disdain and disappointment in the warrior's tone suggested that Li Ming wasn't even worth a second glance.
Seemingly losing interest in Li Ming, the warrior flicked his finger, unleashing a powerful force that sent Li Ming hurtling backward. With no ability to resist, he crashed heavily onto the ground. A cry escaped his lips as searing pain shot through his back, causing him to involuntarily spit blood.
"Who... exactly are you?" Li Ming gritted his teeth, enduring the pain as fear filled his heart with countless questions. He knew he had to uncover the identity of this powerful being before him.
The warrior's eyes were fixed on Li Ming, his hollow gaze glinting with coldness and disdain. "You don't even know who I am?" He let out a cold laugh, his tone brimming with endless confidence and contempt. "I am the ruler of the Hidden Realm... the conqueror of the realms of gods, humans, and demons, a being beyond the reach of the divine... the King of Destruction... the Mo Shiu."
The warrior spoke these words with unshakeable confidence, as if each one carried immense authority and power. But Li Ming had no idea what he was talking about; these names were all foreign to him.
" Mo Shiu..." Li Ming repeated softly, filled with confusion and dread. He had never heard this name before, but the overwhelming presence of this powerful being instilled in him an indescribable sense of oppression and fear.
"Yes, I am the Mo Shiu, the ruler of the Hidden Realm, the conqueror of the three realms." The warrior's voice was laced with pride and self-assurance, as if he were the sovereign of this world. "And you, Li Ming, are merely an insignificant weakling who cannot comprehend my power."
A chill ran through Li Ming's heart; he understood that the strength of this warrior far exceeded his comprehension. He felt an immense pressure, as if the entire world lay within this being's control.
"Why... why are you here?" Li Ming clenched his jaw, forcing himself to suppress his fear as he sought to uncover the truth behind it all.
The warrior let out a cold laugh. "I am here because of the power of the Chaos Pearl. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time, waiting for an opportunity to help me return to the three realms. And you, Li Ming, are that opportunity."
As he spoke, Li Ming's wrist began to tremble with agitation; the Chaos Pearl glowed a deeper crimson, shining brighter as if it sensed the warrior's presence with immense fear. Li Ming felt that power surging within him; he was acutely aware of the terror that was the Chaos Pearl, filling him with unease and apprehension.
He looked at the soul before him—the warrior who called himself the Mo Shiu —and felt a surge of terror and anger. It was this very force that had once controlled him, driving him into a frenzy of rage and brutality, stripping away all reason. Li Ming knew that this power had nearly led to his own destruction.
"It’s you!" Li Ming shouted in fury, his voice brimming with anger and defiance. "You are the voice within the Chaos Pearl!"
Upon hearing Li Ming's words, the Mo Shiu burst into laughter—deep and arrogant—as if mocking Li Ming's ignorance and helplessness. He did not deny Li Ming's deduction; instead, he laughed even more recklessly.
"That's right, it's me." The voice of the Mo Shiu was filled with arrogance and confidence, as if declaring his dominion. "Now you know, Li Ming, everything is under my control. The power of the Chaos Pearl was granted to you by me, yet you cannot wield it."
Li Ming felt a wave of despair wash over him. He understood that he was facing an overwhelmingly powerful existence. Yet, his heart burned with anger, unable to accept this harsh reality.
"Why... why are you doing this?" Li Ming gritted his teeth, struggling to suppress the fear within him as he sought to uncover the truth. "Why are you using me?"
The Mo Shiu let out a cold laugh. "Using you? Li Ming, you overestimate yourself. You are merely a tool I have chosen, a stepping stone for my return to the Three Realms. And you are nothing but a pawn in my game, incapable of changing anything."
A chill ran down Li Ming's spine as he realized he had fallen into an unassailable predicament. Yet, his heart remained filled with unwavering determination and resolve.
"No matter how difficult it is, I will not yield..." Li Ming silently told himself, a glimmer of determination flashing in his eyes. He knew this was a challenge he must face; only by persevering could he find a way out of this darkness, return to reality, and complete this arduous mission.
"Do you think you can escape from me?" The voice of the Mo Shiu echoed again, laden with endless threats and mockery. "Li Ming, your fate is already sealed; it cannot be changed."
Li Ming felt his heart pounding like thunder, his breath quickening as cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He knew that this moment would determine his destiny, yet he could not control this power and could only submit to the whims of fate.
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