Chapter 290:Wreaking Havoc[V]

290 290:Wreaking Havoc[V]

Ignoring the whole place, Leon's gaze landed on the wriggling humanoid worm.

He felt a bit uncomfortable in his chest for pushing a bit.

'Tsk!'

He clicked his tongue in frustration while looking around.

With a big sweep, he had managed to engrave fear in everyone's hearts out there.

His troops were strong but he wanted to create a fear effect.

He still had a pawn that could rival all of them.

Yeah, it was none other than Seph.

He didn't want to turn him into a ghost for god sake. Who knew if that bastard took a rebirth somewhere else? So to prevent the worst-case scenario, Leon hoarded his soul but felt disgusted to use him.

Maybe he would use it later.

So now the question arises...

Why the fuck he was thinking this?

Then the reason for this is because of a sudden thought of what if he turns the defeated protagonist and villains into his underlying.

That would be hella awesome, isn't it?

Leon then landed beside Qin Lang and started again.

It went without saying that the amount of pain that Qin Lang had endured was unimaginable. He had countless times tried to end his suffering, but every escape attempt was stopped before he could even move.

It got to a point that his piercing and deafening screams had abruptly stopped. This wasn't because he had stopped feeling pain; quite the contrary, he could still feel every single one of them, as Leon made sure of that.

It was just that he had screamed for so long and so hard that his throat basically gave out.

But despite the silence, Leon's actions never once paused, even as time went by.

Many of the elders couldn't stomach Leon's brutality, and each started quietly leaving the scene.

The hours ticked by, and eventually Leon's actions finally stopped. Qin Lang's completely naked form burst out from a bubble of water and landed face first on the icy ground.

Qin Lang supported himself with his hand, his form trembling as he sat straight.

Leon had been graceful enough to not leave his physical injuries, and although there was not a single wound on his body, the lost look in Qin Lang's eyes would suggest otherwise.

Cultivation:Late Martial Saint

Without flinching back, Leon spoke in an arrogant tone.

"I gave your elders a chance but they didn't listen to me as to why am I doing this. Why don't we ask this disciple of your sect what he had done?"

Jun Fang raised his brows and looked at the haggard figure.

"Is he even in a condition to say?"

"You are right about that?"Leon rubbed his chin.

"Do you know about the incident of Gu being sold in the black market?''

"Yes, we have curbed all the Gu and are now tracking the preparator."

"PFTTT!"

"Hahaha!"Leon burst into laughter startling everyone.

"I can't believe this. You are such a big sect with so many resources yet you failed to track that guy....."

"You..."The elder's faces heated up in anger at the blatant disrespect after all this was so much.

How can a young generation condemn a sect that has been going on for more than 500 years?

"And what's laughable is that the criminal is sitting right under your nose."

Understanding something, Jun Fang waved his sleeve making everyone shut up, and spoke, "Are you saying it's because of him."

"He is the culprit."

"Yes!"Leon nodded.

Jun Fang paused for a moment and asked, "What is the proof?"

"Hmph! I know you old people always like politics. With your power and lineage, I am sure you can see his soul but you won't because he is one of you, so I have brought live proof."

Leon clapped his hands and from his shadow, arious figures emerged and were thrown out on the floor and started screaming.

"Ahhh!"

"SO COLD! IT'S FREEZING COLD."

"COLD!"