Chapter 36: Jiang Yan: Use Your Life to Please Me
"Don’t believe its nonsense!"
A middle-aged man roared, "It’s just fooling us into performing a self-slaughter drama."
"Whether you believe it or not is up to you."
Fly Boy’s calm voice came through.
"Of course, you can also choose to challenge me while I’m injured. Maybe you’ll even make it out alive."
Though they knew Fly Boy was most likely deceiving them,
Many began to hesitate, struggling internally.
What if...
They could survive?
Humans always cling to a sliver of luck.
Human nature was never strong enough to withstand trials.
"Fun! So much fun!"
Fly Boy looked at the scene, the corners of his mouth stretching open in a terrifying arc.
Pure despair only twisted everyone into a single mass, but give a little hope, and they would scatter like sand.
Humans—truly the most amusing toys.
‘The outside world really is dangerous. Better run with Brother Fierce.’
The fat man trembled, sensing the increasingly perilous atmosphere around him.
But when he looked back...
Brother Fierce was gone.
This made the fat man anxious. He had a prop to escape, but it required another person to be within one meter of him, and only one person.
Where did he go?
Could he still be... inside the carriage?
The fat man quietly shuffled his feet, preparing to go check. He could only stay a few more minutes before needing to escape.
He could only pray that Brother Fierce wouldn’t run off.
Fly Boy, watching the conflicted crowd, leapt down from Corpse Mountain and walked toward the nearest young man, slowly saying:
"So? Have you decided?"
"I... I..."
The speaker was a young man, his voice barely audible. Fly Boy revealed a childlike, innocent smile and leaned in to listen, only to hear that stuttering voice suddenly change:
"Screw your mother!"
‘Canglang Arrow!’
Water gathered in the air, forming an arrow that shot straight into Fly Boy’s head.
"We did it!"
The young man exclaimed in delight. The others also took action, unleashing their full power—numerous skills and trump cards bombarded Fly Boy.
In an instant, dust and debris filled the air.
Rather than slaughter each other, it was better to fight to the death!
However, when the dust cleared, Fly Boy’s clothes were in tatters, but his skin remained pristine.
He was... completely unharmed!
Everyone’s pupils contracted in shock.
Humans could never defeat such a monster!
Fly Boy said softly, "That was your final attempt to resist me. The chance was already given. A friendly reminder: there’s still one fellow in the carriage—don’t forget him. Hiding won’t help! Now then, use your slaughter to please me..."
Before the sentence finished, the carriage shattered with a thunderous boom.
A tide-like darkness surged out, transforming into a terrifying hooked sickle that swept forward and arrived in an instant.
Boom!
The shadow force on the hooked sickle swept through, directly corroding the flies surrounding Fly Boy, turning them into drifting scraps.
"So fast!"
Fly Boy was shocked. He hadn’t expected this sudden attack at all and tried to react, but…
It was already too late!
Crack!
The blade of the pitch-black hooked sickle pierced straight through Fly Boy’s chest.
The immense force lifted his body like an arrow off the string, smashing through over a dozen large trees in a flash, raising a cloud of dust and sand.
He was finally nailed to a centuries-old tree, thick enough to require ten people to encircle it.
Feeling the searing pain from his body, the once innocent childlike face twisted as he growled:
"Damn it, I’ll kill you, Fly Whip..."
As he spoke, he raised his right hand, intending to control the swarm of flies to sever the hooked sickle, but the next second, another whistling sound arrived—a new hooked sickle pierced through his right hand and nailed it to the tree.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"
Fly Boy’s wails echoed through the forest.
Buzz buzz buzz—
A massive swarm of flies tried to rush forward to rescue their master, but they didn’t notice the ink-black shadowy water flowing across the ground, beginning to ripple.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The shadows transformed into countless spikes that erupted in an instant, piercing the spirit flies and rapidly melting them, spreading threads that wove together into a large sphere, enveloping half the swarm and compressing it into a ball.
Then…
It plunged straight into the shadowy quagmire below.
Crack! Crack!
Faint, terrifying chewing sounds could be heard, as if some monstrous being was feasting.
"What!?"
Fly Boy was shaken by the sight, demonic energy surging within his body as he tried to break free from the hooked sickle, but in the next moment, he saw the "cord" linking to the sickle suddenly go taut.
"Not good!"
Fly Boy panicked.
He couldn’t react at all, only able to watch as his hooked body was lifted up and then…
Slammed viciously against the tree trunk!
Boom!
A mass of woodchips exploded as his body crashed a hole about his own height into the tree.
"Damn it…!"
Fly Boy’s mind rang with dizziness, dark green blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. Gritting his teeth, he roared:
"Just who are you…?"
He hadn’t noticed such a monstrous figure hiding among the crowd.
But no one answered him.
The hooked sickle simply treated him like a ragged sack, repeatedly slamming him into the tree.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Strike after strike, like a bell-striking pillar in a Buddhist temple.
Yet the sound was not that of a bell, but the mournful wails of his flesh and blood!
Rumble!
In mere moments, the strikes numbered in the dozens.
The trunk of the centuries-old tree was reduced to a thin shell. Its final fibrous structure snapped, unable to bear the weight, and toppled backward, raising a storm of dust.
Fly Boy was then nailed to the ground, his body suspended midair, limbs hanging limp, face twisted.
With the giant tree no longer obstructing the view, the entire forest suddenly opened wide.
Everyone stared at the brutal scene before them, stunned.
"Brother Fierce…?"
The fat man followed the path of the hooked sickle back toward the carriage’s position.
The structure of the carriage had completely collapsed by now, yet Jiang Yan still sat quietly in his seat, eyes closed in repose.
At his feet, endless darkness blanketed the ground, flowing gently, forming what seemed like a shadowy gateway.
The pitch-black shadow hooked sickle was extending from within it.
No, that wasn’t a weapon!
Under everyone’s gaze, a terrifying serpent slowly rose from the shadow, wearing an ancient, mysterious pale mask.
Crimson patterns flickered faintly across its black-scaled armor.
It had twin tails, and the so-called hooked sickle was actually the barbed end of one of them.
Some even noticed—it had two serpent bodies, but one of the heads was inexplicably shattered.
Only the pitch-black serpent body remained, coiling protectively around Jiang Yan like Shesha, the serpent king who guards the Buddha in myth.
Even in ruin, it loyally protected its master.
The other, intact body of the Shadow-Eating Serpent glared at the approaching swarm of flies with blood-red eyes and let out a sky-shaking roar:
"Hiss—"
A furious wind howled.
The serpent’s cry reverberated through the entire forest.
Crash!
The fly insects trembled.
Terror filled their compound eyes.
They rained down like a downpour—some frozen stiff, others dead on the spot—suppressed entirely on the level of bloodline.
Even the animals dozens of miles away seemed to sense something, prostrating on the ground, trembling, awakening an ancient terror buried deep within their blood.
However faint, it was the power of the ancient fierce god Xiangliu!
This scene—
It was like an ancient twin-headed serpent demon, resurrected from the shadows of legend.
As the serpent’s cry echoed, Jiang Yan slowly opened his eyes, looking at Fly Boy, who had been nailed to the ground by the serpent’s tail, and said calmly:
"I just wanted to quietly go home, but you… this fly wouldn’t stop buzzing in my ear. Since you love hunting so much, then from now on..."
"Use your life to please me!"