Chapter Fifty-Two: Seven Ghosts Devouring Souls

  Han Li's face turned pale, staring at Mo Daifu with wide eyes, and raised the strange blade high.

  Under the sunlight, the blade shines brightly, making it even more razor-sharp.

  He couldn't help but feel a few points of panic in his heart, but reason told him that the other side had gone to such great lengths to capture him alive and would not take his life without saying another word. The other side was just intimidating him.

  So he slowly fell from high altitude and plunged straight into his body, still not making a sound, barely maintaining his composure.

  Until the blade of the strange knife was only half an inch away from his skull, and the ends of his hair had already felt a chill, he slowly closed his eyes, and a hint of regret flashed across his mind.

  "Does the other side really have to resort to killing? If I had known it would come to this, I might as well have begged for mercy and perhaps there would still be a glimmer of hope left. I'm still so young, I really don't want to die like this. When my parents back home hear about my death, will they be heartbroken? Will they regret sending me to the Seven Mysteries Sect?"

  At this critical moment of life and death, Han Li's mind was filled with distracting thoughts, and all kinds of thoughts surged up in his heart. It seemed that in this instant, he had experienced the joys and sorrows of a lifetime, and had gained great insight into the matter of life and death.

  The sound of "puchi" sharp blade piercing human body came over.

  Han Lishen's body trembled slightly, but he was immediately surprised, and he did not feel any pain.

  "What's going on?" He stared with wide eyes.

  As soon as he opened his eyes, Han Li was shocked.

  He unexpectedly saw that the strange blade was inserted into Mo Dafu's own shoulder, and it had penetrated deep into his body, leaving only the handle outside, trembling slightly. Perhaps because it was too sharp, not a single drop of blood flowed out, looking extremely eerie.

  Han Lizheng was stunned, but Mo Dafu spoke in a normal tone and praised him.

  "Hmph! You young whippersnapper, you really do have some guts, to actually put the blade to your neck and still not beg for mercy, that's quite something!"

  "In my younger years, when I roamed the jianghu, I saw many heroes who claimed to be fearless in front of others. But once they fell into my hands and were slightly threatened, didn't they all turn into cowards, kneeling down and begging for mercy, with a greedy and timid appearance?"

  Han Li was stunned and speechless, unsure of how to respond.

  He almost made a fool of himself just now, but he managed to hold on until the end, still with a hint of luck in his heart, thinking that the other party would not really take action against him, and thus got away with it. Moreover, his face was too thin, and he didn't dare to change his expression, humble himself, and beg for mercy.

  Now facing the continuous praise of Mo Dafu, Han Li naturally wouldn't go out of his way to explain, but in his heart, a hundred flavors rose up, unsure whether he should be happy or depressed.

  Just as Han Li was lost in thought, Mo Daifu quickly inserted the remaining few strange blades into his body, leaving only the handles with ghost heads on the outside.

  When Han Li came to his senses, he was shocked to discover that there were seven sharp blades inserted into Mo Dafu's shoulders, legs, abdomen, chest and other parts of his body. From a distance, it looked as if he had been hacked to pieces by chaotic blades.

  Han Li looked at it and felt both amused and shocked in his heart, knowing that the other party was so self-inflicted, probably using a very vicious skill, but didn't know if it was used to deal with himself.

  Mo Daiyu inserted the strange blade, and then he didn't speak again. Instead, he lowered his body, sat down in front of Han Li, closed his eyes, and entered a state, no longer paying attention to external things.

  Han Li's heart skipped a beat as he felt this was a rare opportunity to escape, he wanted to move his hands and feet, but just as his body moved slightly, he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder, and immediately became immobile again.

  Han Li smiled wryly, how could he have forgotten this giant again? With him standing guard beside him, inch by inch, how could he possibly get the chance?!

  It seems that Mo Dafu had thought deeply before entering the state, and he was not afraid of what tricks he would play. This giant called "Tie Nu" was also an unknown monster from somewhere, and just like Mo Dafu's "Magic Silver Hand", his entire body was impervious to swords and guns, including the most vulnerable soft spot for men. Today, he was completely defeated by this person.

  Han Li was secretly despising the giant in his heart, but the other person in front of him had undergone a strange and eerie transformation.

  The doctor's face began to twitch, his whole body shaking uncontrollably, his facial features distorted by muscle spasms, as if he was enduring immense pain. The few sharp blades inserted into his body made one feel a sense of eeriness and horror, as if a chill ran through the air in the room.

  Suddenly, Mo Dafu stopped trembling and convulsing, but from the depths of his throat came a low growl, full of primitive beastliness. In that instant, Mo Dafu seemed no longer an old man, but a fierce beast that had just emerged from the mountains.

  Then, something even more terrifying happened, and the ghostly fog that had appeared on Mo Daifu's face a year ago reappeared.

  This ghostly fog was vastly different from before, much thicker and darker than it had been initially. When it shrouded Mo Daifu's face, it was as if he had donned a black mask, obscuring his original appearance.

  The tentacles that occasionally materialized from the ghostly fog also underwent a heaven-shaking transformation, with the dark mist flowing vaguely on the tentacles being smooth and black, having a full texture, as if they had gained substance, stretching and shrinking unpredictably on Mo Daifu's face, dancing wildly.

  The doctor's hands were in the shape of a lotus flower, pinching and grasping in a strange gesture, his lips moving slightly as if reciting an incantation, but because his voice was too low, Han Li couldn't quite make out what he was saying.

  As Mo Daifu made this inexplicable move, the mist on his face seemed to be enraged, like a pot of boiling oil poured into cold water, starting to churn and boil, with more small tentacles stretching out from it, baring its teeth and brandishing its claws in a threatening manner, as if trying to stop Mo Daifu from taking further action.

  Just as the dark fog became thickest, Mo Dafu opened his eyes, and through the thick black fog, Han Li could still see the divine light in his eyes.

  "Seven Devils Devouring Souls"

  Mo shouted loudly and called out the name of his secret technique