192: Chapter 192 Qianmo's Art of Killing

Moss's body swayed slightly, and a look of pain appeared on his face, as if he were resisting something...

"Moss!"

Leng You roared.

"Don't forget who saved you when you were on the verge of death! You voluntarily entered into an agreement with me back then. I planted a Soul Mark on you, and you work for me. Are you trying to break the contract now?! I'm not afraid to tell you that even if you are a Seven-Mark Star Beast and your Star Soul is incredibly strong, if I wish, it wouldn't be impossible to completely extract your memories and utterly erase your consciousness!"

"Leng You..."

Moss clutched his forehead and spoke softly, struggling through the pain to keep one eye open as he stared fixedly at the effeminate man. His originally vacant eyes regained a hint of clear light.

"It's not that I don't want to say... it's just that my subconscious doesn't want to... You should know that while you're controlling me, I have no subjective choice; everything is dominated by my subconscious. If you really want to search, go ahead... just increase the intensity a bit more, scramble my Star Soul to pieces, and turn me into a fool like the others..."

"But then you'd lose a very useful blade..."

"Tsk... you really think I wouldn't dare?!"

Seeing Moss's slightly mocking gaze, Leng You immediately felt a surge of burning rage.

In his view, anyone—whether human or Star Beast—who had successfully undergone his Soul Washing should obey his orders completely without the slightest defiance. Anything less was a challenge to his authority.

[Stop!]

That annoying voice rang in Leng You's ear again.

"'Tian'! The people of the Star Cult all call you 'Tian', don't they?! You charlatan! Are you only capable of hiding, afraid to show your face?! Not only did you indirectly ruin my plans last time, but now you come with this baseless 'stop'?! Do you really think I'm afraid of you!"

The effeminate man spoke fiercely to the empty ceiling.

Last time, it was this detestable voice that had interrupted his Soul Washing of that White Wolf Star Beast. Despite the massive gap in their strength, it allowed the beast to resist for several minutes, holding out until Sun Wu arrived...

Despite his words, he still ceased the pressure on Moss's Soul.

Fine... as long as the world situation continues to progress step by step according to my predictions, it's fine...

Leng You reached out to brush his hair, smoothing over his slightly distorted facial expression.

Once his hand dropped, he returned to his previously elegant and noble appearance.

"Go back and continue monitoring every move upstairs. I'm going to prepare for a beauty nap..."

The effeminate man waved his hand, dismissing his somewhat disobedient Puppet. He slowly took an eye mask out of his pocket, put it on, and softly hummed an unknown tune.

Star Beasts, the Star Cult, Tian... Heh, things are getting more and more interesting...

...

As the smoke cleared, the interior of the entire bar was already beyond recognition.

Multi-colored blood was everywhere, along with massive severed arms and claws. The immense fluctuations of power had caused the ground to sink by over ten centimeters, with countless craters scattered across the area.

However, it had to be said that the bar truly lived up to being a chosen stronghold for the Bridge of Worlds; the quality of the materials used for the environment was impeccable. Logically, now that Xing Yaoyan had achieved a Breakthrough to the Four Marks, even though she wasn't going all out, the destructive power she could generate was definitely much stronger than before. For this bar to not collapse under the impact of her strength was quite impressive...

This was her first battle after reaching the Four Marks, and she felt a bit unaccustomed. Of course, it was because she had become so much stronger that she felt out of sorts.

It was like taking an ordinary person and suddenly giving them the strength to uproot a weeping willow with one hand; it would be perfectly normal for them to accidentally crush a bowl the next time they sat down to eat.

Xing Yaoyan was exactly like that. When a fierce attack came her way, she had intended to block it with all her might as she did at the Three-Mark Level, only to find the opponent sent flying by the force of her own counter-shock.

Later, when she casually blocked an enemy attacking from behind, the person who had tried to trade lives with her by punching her directly exploded into a mist of blood.

Realizing how powerful she was, Xing Yaoyan stopped holding back and simply charged wherever the enemies were most numerous.

Although these enemies could transform into monsters like true Star Cult Apostles, their combat techniques were abysmal; they fought almost entirely on bloodthirsty instinct.

Soon, swept by her red Demonic Power, wails and screams followed her everywhere. Those who tried to resist were beaten into a semi-crippled state, and it didn't take long for her to clear out the enemies on her side.

In contrast, Qian Mo's side was much slower. His speed was still quite inferior to hers, and because his Star Body required contact with the opponent to take effect.

However, as time passed, the effect of "Balance of Equivalence: Reverse"—which lowered the opponent's strength to enhance his own—grew stronger, and his speed became faster and faster.

Furthermore, his footwork was extremely eerie as he dodged and wove through the enemies. His twin daggers danced up and down, drawing trails of blood. For the sake of efficiency, he would occasionally pull a Pulse Gun from nowhere to interfere or launch a sneak attack.

With this combination, the youth's slaughter appeared exceptionally efficient, allowing him to dispatch enemies with very little effort.

After finishing her own tasks, Xing Yaoyan sat atop a mountain of corpses made of giant monsters. Resting her chin on her hands, she quietly admired the youth's art of slaughter. The red light in her golden eyes, which originally represented Killing Intent, slowly shifted into a different kind of infatuation.

Indeed, every one of the youth's movements was perfectly precise. Unlike her own style of breaking all techniques with pure power, he seemed to have truly turned slaughter into an art form, surprising her in unexpected ways at every turn.

"Good! Good..."

"So cool!"

...

Xing Yaoyan gradually became immersed in this unique art, occasionally cheering for the youth fighting in the center of the room without even realizing it.

Time passed minute by minute...

When the last monster fell, Xing Yaoyan finally stood up with a sense of lingering interest and walked over to the youth, who was closing his eyes and silently reciting the Heart-Clearing Incantation.

She didn't disturb him directly but instead waited quietly by his side.

This wasn't the first time she had heard him recite this. Whenever his emotions fluctuated wildly, he would recite it; he spoke so quickly that she couldn't hear it clearly.

She knew she seemed naturally indifferent to the act of killing, but Qian Mo was still a normal person. These monsters had been humans before, and killing so many with his own hands would surely cause some psychological discomfort...