Suddenly, Zheng Fan felt a chill spreading rapidly from the depths of his heart, as if he had been plunged into an icy pool in that very instant. Following it came an overwhelming miasma of negative energy—disaster, curses, plagues, suffering, and more.
Zheng Fan had experienced this sensation once before, when he was having hot pot with Shatuo Queshi. However, Shatuo Queshi had directly suppressed that intense and terrifying omen back then. But it was obvious that the noblewoman before him possessed neither that level of influence nor that degree of power.
The previous light-headed, feverish, and unreal sensation was quickly replaced by a bone-chilling cold. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝗇𝗲𝘵
Just as the noblewoman raised Zheng Fan’s long saber, black flames suddenly began to flare within Zheng Fan’s eyes.
Before the noblewoman could even aim the blade at Zheng Fan’s neck, his hand had already clamped around her throat!
Then, Zheng Fan shot up from his resting position—stiffly, swiftly, and forcefully, moving like a compass drawing a line.
The noblewoman was slammed violently onto the ground, while Zheng Fan remained squatting, his right hand still locked on her neck.
The noblewoman’s eyes were wide with disbelief; she had been so sure, just moments ago, that this man had fallen for her trap!
The commotion instantly startled the nearby barbarian soldiers, who had been anticipating a juicy show. Everyone had tactfully averted their gaze. Besides, listening in to satisfy their curiosity was quite enjoyable too, wasn’t it? But when such a loud disturbance occurred, they all quickly sobered up. Things were clearly not that simple.
Zheng Fan lowered his head slightly, looking at the noblewoman pinned beneath him. He tilted his head, and a childlike laughter issued from his throat:
"You want to kill my father? I can pretend I didn’t see. But you want to be my mother? Well then, I’m wide awake now!"
His originally clear, childlike voice should have sounded like celestial music, but at this moment, it was like the murmurings of a demon.
The barbarian soldiers who had rushed over upon hearing the noise subconsciously retreated a few steps, their eyes fixed on their master in terror. In truth, Blind Bei’s repeated brainwashing had already instilled in them a subconscious fear of Zheng Fan. But now, that subconscious fear seemed to have manifested in reality.
If circumstances allowed, if they were at Green Willow Fortress, they would have instinctively kneeled in worship.
Unlike the civilizations of the four states, the barbarian tribe’s faith was remarkably focused. The supreme Barbarian God was the sole deity in their hearts, with no other. Consequently, any other conjured images resembling ’deities’ were, in their eyes, actually antithetical ’devil’ figures. In essence, the barbarian tribe’s mythology centered on a single ’Barbarian God’ battling countless devils. This, paradoxically, fostered a certain reverence for devils among them.
Zheng Fan’s eyes flickered, at times clear, at others dark and somber, as if constantly switching states.
"Mo Wan!" Liang Cheng called out as he walked over. Behind him, the young noblewoman knelt on the ground, bound.
One couldn’t blame Zheng Fan and Liang Cheng for their carelessness; who could have predicted that a randomly captured noble mother and daughter would possess such methods? The probability was as minuscule as winning the grand prize after buying hundreds of lottery tickets—virtually impossible.
Zheng Fan turned his head to look at Liang Cheng.
He smiled, then said, "You... are... use... less..."
It was a child’s voice. Liang Cheng knew this was Mo Wan’s disdain.
Although among the Seven Devils, Mo Wan was the laziest and did the least, his status was the most transcendent. This wasn’t merely because Mo Wan was a creation personally brought forth by Zheng Fan. The true reason lay in Mo Wan himself being an utterly perverse product, forged by that deviant Zheng Fan through an incredibly twisted and perverse mindset!
Zheng Fan lowered his gaze, looking once more at the noblewoman beneath him.
Wisps of black mist began to emanate from his palm. Terror immediately flooded the noblewoman’s face, followed by violent tremors wracking her entire body.
"AH!" Zheng Fan roared at her, mouth agape, seemingly reveling in the pleasure of her torment.
Suddenly, Zheng Fan’s body shuddered, and the aura around him fell into disarray.
Standing to the side, Liang Cheng knew this was Zheng Fan beginning to regain control of his body.
However, to Liang Cheng’s surprise, after a brief moment of "chaos," Zheng Fan’s aura was once again saturated with dense negative attributes.
Zheng Fan snapped the noblewoman’s neck with one hand and then stood up. The preceding process of torment had been forcibly cut short.
"Mother..." the young girl cried out upon seeing this, but before she could finish, a barbarian soldier struck the back of her head with the pommel of his saber, knocking her unconscious.
Zheng Fan twisted his neck, stretched his arms wide, then slowly lowered them. His legs seemed somewhat uncoordinated; as he walked towards Liang Cheng, he did so with a strange, splay-footed gait.
It was as if he were adapting to this body, like a child familiarizing himself with a new toy.
Finally, he reached Liang Cheng.
Liang Cheng looked at Zheng Fan seriously and said, "Get out of my lord’s body!"