575: Chapter 575 Missing a front tooth, his smile is lisp

Wufa's body trembled violently, as if his heart had been crushed on the spot by an invisible giant hammer.

The towering, violent pillar of light also shook violently, its lightning scattering in chaotic bursts, just like his Soul that was cracking apart inch by inch at this very moment.

The Lord of Annihilation precisely captured this crack.

The malicious curve at the corner of its mouth, like thick ink dripped into clear water, spread and expanded uncontrollably, eventually completely distorting that face formed from mist—presenting an inhuman, hair-raising pleasure.

"The first one is... Mo Yu."

Its voice was like a viper flicking its tongue, cold, sticky, drilling inch by inch into the gaps of his bones.

"Eleven years old, missing a front tooth, whistling when smiling. He loved to hide behind your wide robes, treating you like a city wall that could shield him from the wind and rain."

Wufa's breathing stopped abruptly. The surrounding lightning dimmed in unison for an instant.

"When you personally twisted his neck," the Lord of Annihilation said, enunciating every word, each one like tasting the flavor of fresh blood, "do you still remember the last words he mumbled... 'Your Highness, Second Prince'?"

"Shut up!!!"

Wufa's roar and fist exploded simultaneously!

The thunder was no longer a pillar of light, but condensed into a roaring Dragon head, coiling around his fist, carrying the determination to tear apart the heavens and earth, as it slammed toward the Lord of Annihilation!

The Lord of Annihilation did not dodge.

It didn't even adopt any defensive posture, just tilted its head slightly, letting this punch, capable of shattering mountains, graze past its cheek.

The violent wind of the punch instantly tore through the mist on half its face, the wound so deep one could see the "bone"—which was an even thicker, deeper darkness. Purple-black mist spurted out from the opening with a "hiss," like a deflated poison sac.

Yet, its broken mouth still hung with that terrifying smile.

"When you twisted his head, do you still remember how it felt?"

Its voice came through the damaged cheek, carrying a calmness and cruelty like that of dissecting a corpse, "The sound of the cervical vertebrae dislocating, one by one... crack, crack, crack."

"The first sound was the joint dislocation, the second was the ligament snapping after being stretched to its limit, the third... was the sound of the bone completely shattering."

"You didn't twist it cleanly enough—after all, you had never personally killed a child before, especially... a child who trusted you so much."

"I told you—shut up!!!"

The second punch. Containing unspeakable grief and rage, it slammed solidly into the Lord of Annihilation's chest!

"Bang—!!!"

The armor formed from purple-black mist exploded like rotten wood!

Wufa's fist sank deep inside, the sensation transmitted from his finger bones sickeningly clear—it was the muffled sound of crushing hard objects, a continuous series of crackles, like a string of firecrackers ignited and shoved into a chest cavity.

The Lord of Annihilation was sent flying backward by this punch, like a black stone thrown with great force.

However, before it hit the ground, the scattered purple-black mist surged crazily.

The broken "ribs" were forcibly pulled back and reassembled by the mist, the sunken chest refilled and reshaped.

It adjusted its posture eerily in mid-air, its feet landing heavily on the ground—"shhh!"—the soles (or rather, the feet formed from mist) plowed two scorched marks emitting black smoke into the ground, sparks flying everywhere.

It didn't even bother to wipe away the substantial dark substance constantly overflowing from its "mouth corners".

"The next one is the little girl from the Demon Race."

The voice sounded again, not weakening by even half a degree due to distance, but instead whispering directly into Wufa's brain—like a rusty, dull knife, slowly and unhurriedly scraping against his skull.

"What was her name again? I forgot."

The lightning around Wufa began to flicker and expand uncontrollably, like a planet about to explode at any moment.

"Anyway, it's not important to you, right?" the Lord of Annihilation's tone was casual, yet every word pierced the heart, "Just a little girl who blindly worshipped you and treated you as her lifelong faith."

"Sixteen years old, the best age. Just after learning to condense Sword Qi into the shape of a Phoenix flower, she ran over impatiently, eyes shining, wanting to be the first to show it to the hero in her heart—"

"Ahhhhh—!!!"

Wufa went completely mad.

He was no longer just charging—the entire space where he stood was ignited by his boiling killing intent and pain!

The point beneath his feet collapsed instantly, space like an ice surface unable to bear heavy pressure, "crack, crack," spreading spiderweb-like fissures—then shattering with a roar!

He was not running, but shuttling and lunging through the fragments of the shattered Void Realm!

Trailing behind him was a destruction trajectory hundreds of meters long, composed of spatial debris and violent thunder—like a comet of vengeance burning with purple rage, swearing to crash through fate!

Fist! Elbow! Knee! Shoulder! Forehead!

Every inch of his body had turned into a weapon to vent his pain!

Every attack was poured with the power of thunder that could collapse the heavens and split the earth!

Every hit caused the Lord of Annihilation's mist-formed body to explode in a burst of darkness, spurting out more purple-black "blood"!

Under his frenzied onslaught, the Lord of Annihilation was like a withered leaf in a storm, or a tattered ball being kicked around wantonly—tossed and bounced back and forth between the air, the ground, and the mountain rocks!

Every heavy impact caused the ground to explode into a giant crater several meters in diameter, dust mixed with dark matter shooting into the sky; every wretched bounce left a long-lingering purple-black trail in the air.

However—

The crazier the attacks, the clearer the Lord of Annihilation's voice became, piercing through all the roaring, drilling into Wufa's ears, heart, and the depths of his Soul:

"When she fell, she was still tightly clutching that Sword Qi flower she hadn't managed to give you."

Its tone even carried a hint of cruel reminiscence, "Condensed from Sword Qi, small, purple... oh, exactly the same color as the dress she was wearing that day."

"She probably believed until her death that her hero would protect her, right? Just like you had promised before—"

"Shut—up—ah!!!"

Wufa let out a howl that tore his throat, his right knee slamming like a battering ram into the Lord of Annihilation's abdomen!

The immense impact force folded that mist body almost into an incredible acute angle!

Immediately following, he used the rebound force, twisted his body, swung his arm—concentrating his entire body weight and all his despair into his left fist, from top to bottom, like a falling meteor!

"Boom————!!!"

This punch smashed the Lord of Annihilation's broken body deep into the ground!

A massive ring-shaped shockwave spread along the ground, flipping dozens of tons of soil and rock, as if a small bomb had been detonated on the surface.

Thick smoke and dust mixed with flickering electric arcs and dissipating darkness rose slowly, temporarily swallowing the figures of the two.

In the deathly silence, there was only Wufa's heavy, wheezing breath like a broken bellows, and the light rustling sound of settling dust.