Chapter 1762 - 907: The Karmic Retribution Unfolds (Part 3)

Under the exhaustive and costless curse, Ji Jue merely closed his eyes and took a nap. When he opened his eyes, he felt refreshed.

Now, it's time for reckoning.

BOOM!!!

The Heavenly Origin's Weight descended from the sky, crushing the hidden counterattack beneath the illusion, causing Meng Fengzuo to cough blood again, roaring silently.

The Weight of the Seven Cities acted upon his soul and body, crushing his bones and forcing his body to hunch inch by inch, legs bending.

Bow down completely!

Yet, even under pressure strong enough to crush his soul, Meng Fengzuo stubbornly kept his head raised, glaring at Ji Jue.

"If you want to kill, then kill!"

He strained his voice to say: "Mr. Han... Mr. Han... will certainly..."

"Avenge you?"

Ji Jue laughed nonchalantly: "Such loyalty is truly commendable!

But if you think this is only right, then when I retaliate against you for my subordinates and employees, surely you'll accept it without regret?"

Meng Fengzuo's expression froze.

"Let's start with Herender then."

Ji Jue nodded, mentioning a name Meng Fengzuo had never heard before, plunging him into confusion.

"He was an engineer at Coastal Shipyard, responsible for maintaining the Prosperity. You probably tried to bribe him to do something to my ship... Unfortunately, he didn't comply with your wishes.

This morning, he was found in a ditch at Gray Port, his body utterly broken, cause of death was a slit throat... You might not know him, but before today, neither did I.

I never even got the chance to say thank you."

Crack!

The sound of shattering accompanied Ji Jue's snap, and Meng Fengzuo screamed, eyes blood-red.

A steel rod pierced inch by inch into his right index finger. The Spiritual Circuit on the rod stimulated nerves and soul, endlessly heightening perception, bringing crushing pain, ceaseless.

"The second is Li Qinsha, a mother of two. After her husband's death from illness, she took out a loan from Xiang State City Hall, bought a fishing boat, went out to sea, fishing tirelessly day and night.

Occasionally she dared do some smuggling work, reselling coast exchange tickets, hoping to pay off debts soon, but then she died, and her boat was taken by you as a disguise.

Her two children, one just got into college. He once pointed at me on the screen in the street, promising his mother that one day, he'd become like me..."

Crack!

The sound of snapping fingers resumed, a more piercing howl arose, a second steel rod pierced down!

"Risherum, a dock worker, couldn't shake his bad habits, was a hopeless drunk.

The day before last, he just got paid, was going to gamble, but this time, let's say he had a brief moment of conscience, remembered to buy his parents gifts for their birthday, so he took a detour... Died of silencing."

The steel rod pierced down.

"Iyeforvi, before prison he was a notorious con artist, after release, managed to talk his way into being a salesperson at Coastal Industry, thought his life could restart, but alas, there was no chance; he died in a freighter attack."

"Lunchenai, a power worker, a decent family man, died in a dock explosion."

"Inglei, a store salesman, seemed upright, but secretly had two girlfriends, died in a foreign attack."

"Swetz, a fruit merchant, died in a fire."

...

With Ji Jue's words, name after name, steel rods pierced out, ten fingers, both feet, spinal joints, nerve intersections, until there was no room left for steel rods, then turned to bodily mutants and soul torture.

Purple lightning, Black Flame, Pan Ying's sacrifice, piercing of the Spiritual Sword...

Next, in full view, as Master of Glory of the Association, Ji Jue showcased the marvel and wonder of alchemy—Extracted blood could be refined into flame, then inject back as before, the body could be dismantled, mutants cast into new creations, then sewn back together.

The soul could be split, after processing and transforming, turned into mutant spirit-like living entities, returned anew.

Even consciousness could be torn, drawn out strands of poisonous thoughts, condensed into threads like cow hairs, piercing the gaps between thoughts and consciousness.

Even extracting countless near-death sensations from his own memory to inject into Meng Fengzuo's perception, letting him experience Ji Jue's feelings firsthand.

Ideas flowed continuously, without end.

But alas, before half the list was read, Meng Fengzuo had fallen into madness.

Under pain tens of thousands times beyond a normal human and countless reenactments of death, he broke completely.

Yet Ji Jue's actions continued, words unceased, operations unstopped, piling strands of straw onto the dying camel, yet not even bothering to approach to glance at him!

Fruitless endurance, patience, more patience, until complete despair!

Under heavy shackles, a hateful roar exploded!

The drooling Meng Fengzuo raised his head again, last shattered light in his eyes burst forth—transmuted being into void, self-mutilated to destroy all projections within the Ten Thousand Lights Turning Heron Lamp, transforming into a mutant stitched creature like a centipede.

He lunged at Ji Jue!

Only to halt suddenly.

Amid countless blooming flowers, lines of Mercury Hand manifested from nothing, completely shackling, sealing him, then solid alchemy locked, corroded, allowing no more advance.

Even with Ji Jue so close.

"Impatient already?"

Ji Jue sneered, drawing near, scrutinizing his twisted form, "Then let me tell you one last good thing..."

In the reflection of those hollow pupils, the broken iron face so clear.

A crack snaked open, nearly ripping Ji Jue's face, a wound left by Luzhi's twofold Absolute Death's drilling.

To this moment, still not healed.

But now, as the silver mist in the crack dissipated for a trivial instant, Meng Fengzuo finally saw... the truth hidden beneath the guise all along!

Within the rift, pure darkness.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing!!!

From the start, their besieged opponent, this monster-like terrifying Rebirth Form, was nothing but an empty shell!

The real Ji Jue, was never here!

"..."

Meng Fengzuo's pupils twitched, straining with all his might to scream, the last wisp of something barely known as consciousness struggled desperately to react.

Even if it meant sacrificing life, he wanted to convey this crucial piece of information.

But he had no more chance.

Not even capable of uttering a sound, not a word, even a glance could not alter.

Like a clay or wooden sculpture, he fell under the craftsman's control.

"The game is over, my friend."

Ji Jue extended a hand, gently pulling Meng Fengzuo's hair upwards, another hand, a crimson sword edge sprouting inch by inch, gripping tightly:

"Say goodbye to everything."

He turned back, gazing at the sky above, as if able to see the overlooking puppet master above, suddenly, a bright smile as greeting.

And then, the sword edge struck across!

Amidst flying blood, a head, frozen in despair, fell to the ground.

Black flames spread from the blood, swallowing all.

Henceforth, soul and spirit both annihilated!

Between sea and sky, in the midst of dead silence, Ji Jue took out a handkerchief, leisurely wiped away the remaining blood on his fingertips, then tossed the handkerchief into the flames.

Soon, the Giant Que's Pillar returned to the hull, the sea solidified by Material Interference flowed once more.

The Prosperity set sail anew, launching again.

Once the gloom above the sky cleared, under the bright sun, the sky was cloudless.

.

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Meanwhile, at Gray Port, torrential rain poured.

Dazzling silver rain swallowed everything!

At 10:31 a.m., the attackers from East City were wiped out, and the reciprocal retaliation from the Seven Cities descended from the heavens!