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Li Ming knelt on the ground, his fists clenched tightly, anger and resentment flickering in his eyes. He struggled to lift his head, gazing intensely at the Mo Shiu, gritting his teeth as he asked, "Who are you? Why have you returned to the Three Realms?"
The Mo Shiu sneered, a wild gleam flashing in his eyes. "Why? Because the strong are born to rule, and no one in this world has ever been stronger than me. Therefore, it is only natural for me to conquer!" His voice was deep and authoritative, as if declaring his dominance.
"The strong are born to rule..." Li Ming repeated softly, filled with endless anger and resentment. He knew that the warrior before him, who called himself the Mo Shiu, was an overwhelmingly powerful being, but he could not accept such arrogant claims.
As the Mo Shiu spoke, he laughed maniacally, a low and malicious sound that seemed to mock Li Ming's ignorance and helplessness.
Li Ming gritted his teeth and let out a cold laugh. "Ha... After saying so much, your rule will ultimately be fleeting. The only territory you have left is this tiny Chaos Pearl!"
The Mo Shiu's laughter abruptly ceased, a flicker of anger crossing his eyes. His hollow gaze filled with coldness and murderous intent, as if Li Ming's words had pierced his pride.
"You little ant... how dare you mock me?" The Mo Shiu's voice was low and icy, like a cold light piercing Li Ming's heart. "Do you think this can shake me? Li Ming, you are too naive."
Li Ming felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down on him, causing his heart to tremble. Yet he fought against the fear and continued, "No matter how powerful you are, you are now trapped in this Chaos Pearl, unable to escape. You want to return to the Three Realms? That's just a delusion!"
The Mo Shiu's gaze grew even colder, as if he intended to devour Li Ming entirely. His voice was deep and threatening: "Li Ming, you will pay for your arrogance. I will make you understand what true fear and despair are."
Li Ming felt his heart pounding like thunder, his breath quickening as cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He knew he had provoked this powerful being, but he could not back down; this was his only way to fight back.
The Mo Shiu slowly descended to the ground, a terrifying pressure crashing down like a tidal wave. The force was so immense that Li Ming found it difficult even to stand. The weight pressed heavily on his shoulders as if it aimed to crush him completely. His limbs felt bound by invisible chains, rendering him immobile; his body stiffened like stone.
The overwhelming pressure made Li Ming feel nauseous; his stomach churned violently while a giant hand seemed to grip tightly around his chest, making it hard to breathe. He felt a burning sensation in his throat as bile threatened to rise. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead; his vision blurred gradually while a buzzing sound echoed in his ears.
The Mo Shiu approached Li Ming step by step, each footfall seeming to weigh heavily on his heart. The invisible pressure felt like a mountain pressing down on him; with every step closer, it inflicted immense torment on Li Ming's body and soul. He felt a splitting headache, his heart pounding like thunder, and his legs trembled uncontrollably, nearly buckling beneath him.
When the Mo Shiu finally stood before Li Ming, the oppressive force reached its peak. Li Ming's body could no longer withstand such terrifying power; he felt a wave of dizziness and weakness wash over him. His legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground. In a daze, he seemed to become a devout follower at the feet of the Mo Shiu, his gaze vacant and his hands weakly hanging by his sides.
"Hahaha, Li Ming, do you understand now?" The Mo Shiu's deep voice echoed in Li Ming's ears, filled with endless disdain and mockery. "Before me, you are nothing but an insignificant ant, unworthy of even resisting."
Li Ming felt his consciousness fading, everything around him becoming illusory and unreal. His stomach churned violently, and the pressure in his chest made it nearly impossible to breathe. The burning sensation in his throat intensified; blood mixed with stomach acid surged up to his throat, causing him to involuntarily retch as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"You... you won't succeed..." Li Ming managed to force out these words, his voice weak yet resolute.
The Mo Shiu scoffed, leaning down closer, the red light in his eyes growing colder. "Succeed? Li Ming, do you still not understand? Everything about you is under my control. You are merely a pawn in my plan, and you will never escape."
Despair washed over Li Ming as he realized he was trapped in an insurmountable situation. The pressure felt like a colossal mountain crushing him, rendering him immobile as if the entire world was bearing down on him. Each breath was an agony; the turmoil in his stomach and the weight on his chest caused him immense suffering.
Li Ming struggled painfully on the ground, his body nearly paralyzed by the invisible force pressing down on him. His limbs convulsed, his chest heaving violently as if every breath brought endless pain. Yet despite this torment, he continued to mutter softly, his voice weak but unwavering.
Curious, the Mo Shiu leaned closer to hear what Li Ming was saying. He brought his ear near Li Ming's lips and caught the fragmented words: "I... will never... surrender... to your power..."
This statement raised an eyebrow of intrigue for the Mo Shiu; a flicker of surprise and interest crossed his eyes. He had expected Li Ming to be just an ordinary cultivator who would crumble under such overwhelming pressure and pain, yet this human displayed unexpected resilience and determination.
"Interesting... truly interesting," the Mo Shiu murmured to himself with a cold smile creeping onto his face. A hint of curiosity glimmered in his gaze as he contemplated how much more fascinating this human was than he had initially thought.
Li Ming's will ignited a long-forgotten sense of challenge within the Mo Shiu. Despite Li Ming's body trembling in agony, his spirit remained unbroken. This tenacity and defiance stirred a strange excitement within the Mo Shiu; he craved to see how Li Ming would react under even greater pain and pressure.
"Li Ming, you are indeed much more interesting than I imagined," Mo Shiu's deep voice carried a hint of amusement, as if he were appraising a precious work of art. "But you must understand, no matter how strong you are, you will ultimately be unable to escape my control."
Li Ming felt Mo Shiu's gaze upon him, his heart filled with endless anger and resentment. He knew he was in an extremely dangerous situation, but the unyielding spirit within him made it impossible to give up.
"You... cannot... conquer me..." Li Ming gritted his teeth against the excruciating pain, speaking in broken phrases. His voice was weak, but each word was filled with determination and resolve.
Suddenly, Mo Shiu ceased his oppressive aura, the terrifying pressure receding like a tide. Li Ming finally felt a moment of clarity as he collapsed weakly to the ground, like a released prisoner. His limbs still ached, his body remained frail, but the sense of oppression had finally vanished. He gasped for breath, feeling the air return to his lungs as his heartbeat gradually steadied.
Mo Shiu stood there, saying nothing. His imposing figure remained tall and powerful, the red energy surrounding him flickering with a cold light, yet his presence seemed to have diminished. Li Ming looked at Mo Shiu, a glimmer of mockery and cold laughter flashing in his eyes.
"It seems... the all-powerful conqueror... is now in need of someone?" Li Ming weakly shifted his chin, his tone laced with exhaustion and a hint of derision. His body trembled from pain, but he continued to endure, striving to keep himself awake.
A barely perceptible emotion flickered in Mo Shiu's eyes, as if Li Ming's words had pricked at his pride. He stared coldly at Li Ming, a hint of disdain curling at the corners of his mouth, yet he did not immediately retort.
"What do you think you've seen through?" Mo Shiu's voice was low and authoritative, like a cold wind brushing past Li Ming's ear. "I will not be controlled by anyone. You are merely a pawn in my plan; no matter how hard you try, that will not change."
Li Ming managed a weak smile, a sly glint appearing in his eyes. "But aren't you standing here waiting for my answer?" He struggled to prop himself up, trying to appear less vulnerable. "If you truly are that powerful and invincible, why do you care about my insignificant existence?"
Mo Shiu's gaze turned even colder; his fists clenched slightly as if suppressing an inner fury. Li Ming's words had stung his pride, but he knew he had to remain calm.
"You are clever, Li Ming," Mo Shiu said coldly, his tone filled with threat. "But this will not change your fate. In the end, you will still be under my control and become a tool for my return to the Three Realms."
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