Chapter 2030 The Power of Terror

Liu Laosi was extremely nervous.

Liu Yao grinned maliciously: "Lu Chengwen, next, you will witness the most real terror in the world!"

"fear?"

Lu Chengwen looked around blankly.

"It means to scare people," Zhao Ritian explained to Lu Chengwen. "He wants to scare you to death."

Lu Chengwen nodded: "Okay, then I'll take a look."

Liu Yao gripped his steel blade: "Absolute Death Divine Skill! Activate—!"

Lu Chengwen was stunned, and suddenly felt nauseous.

"vomit……"

Liu Yao grinned maliciously: "Going to throw up, aren't you?"

Lu Chengwen, leaning on Jun Zixue's arm, waved his hands repeatedly, unable to speak: "Ugh..."

Liu Yao's eyes were icy: "Look closely at the top of my head. When that flower, a symbol of death, blooms, that will be your death day."

Liu Yao laughed loudly, displaying extreme arrogance.

The old herbalist narrowed his eyes: "Heh, interesting."

The old fisherman leaned closer to the herbalist: "Your skill is known to quite a few people, isn't it?"

The old herbalist smiled and said, "The world is so vast, and there are so many people who have had extraordinary encounters. It's not surprising that a few people can comprehend even a little bit of it on their own."

Liu Yao, carrying a knife, slowly walked towards Lu Chengwen.

His heavy sword dragged on the ground, and his other hand clenched into a fist, enveloped in a green aura of true energy.

“Years ago, thanks to His Highness the Little Monkey, I escaped with my life. But that time, I felt the breath of death… Lu Chengwen, you may think you're special, born rich, and that even if your kung fu is terrible, you can still earn respect. But I…”

Lu Chengwen was vomiting so badly he couldn't stop.

Zhao Ritian leaned closer to Long Aotian: "He didn't drink that much!"

Long Aotian looked at Lu Chengwen: "I'll tell you a trick."

"Ah."

"Go get a few pairs of pants now, and sell them to Liu Yao at a high price later. He'll definitely buy them."

Zhao Ritian looked at Long Aotian and suddenly felt a deep respect: "You're awesome! I'll go right now!"

Liu Yao raised his head, his eyes filled with ferocity and terror: "More special than you!"

"I've died! Have you ever died?"

Lu Chengwen was vomiting uncontrollably, and eventually he was only vomiting bile. He kept waving his hands, but he still couldn't speak; every time he opened his mouth, he felt like vomiting.

Liu Yao laughed: "Feel the fear. Next, I will show you things you've never seen before in your life. Don't be surprised, and there's no need to worship, because people's fates are different."

"I walk the path of cultivation, while you, ha, you decadent rich young master, before my ultimate death technique, can only... uh..."

After Lu Chengwen finished vomiting, he slowly raised his head.

Beneath those eyes, a dim, dark green flame flickered.

His eyes were extremely fierce; Liu Yao had never seen anyone with such eyes before.

He suddenly remembered the little monkey that had gone berserk that day.

Princess Monkey, she broke free of her chains with a maniacal laugh. Her laughter sounded so mad and terrifying to others, but to her own ears, it was so melodious and pleasant, as if a superstar had suddenly appeared.

Her long, white legs were displayed without reservation, kicking the bandit leader away; her long knife was like a divine weapon, slicing through vegetables, blood splattering everywhere, her hair dancing wildly, and through the gaps in her hair, her eyes...

Madness and fascination.

But even in the Monkey Palace that day, Lu Chengwen's eyes were not as fierce and terrifying as they were today.

Liu Yao unconsciously took a half step back.

Lu Chengwen smiled, and that smile made Liu Yao's heart tremble.

Lu Chengwen smiled and wiped the grime from the corner of his mouth: "You just... said a lot!"

"No...I...I am..."

Liu Yao suddenly realized that he had been frightened by him.

He's nobody!

Cut him down!

“Don’t try that on me! I’m not afraid of you!” he almost screamed.

"I...I...I possess the Divine Skill of Desperate Death, a supreme divine power known only to me in the world! Anyone who sees it will absolutely...absolutely...absolutely...you...you mustn't do this..."

He clearly saw that a green flame had also ignited above Lu Chengwen's head.

Lu Chengwen stood up, leaning on his knife, straightened his body, raised his chin, and looked down at Liu Yao: "Is this your trump card?"

Liu Yao panicked: "This...this is impossible! How could this be...this...this is fake, it's all fake!"

Lu Chengwen grinned maliciously and snapped his fingers: "I think... I'm getting used to this weird thing!"

With a snap of his fingers, another green flame ignited.

Liu Yao was almost petrified.

He even forgot about escaping; his mind was completely occupied by one question: How is this possible?! Is it possible for one or more of these things to appear?!

Two?! He's died twice?! More than me?!

Lu Chengwen tilted his head: "You have a lot of questions, don't you? Let's continue!"

Lu Chengwen snapped his fingers again, and Liu Yao plopped down on the ground.

Three.

Liu Yao turned around and vomited.

"Yes, good boy, just like that, you'll feel better once you throw it up. That's what happens when you drink too much..."

Lu Chengwen slowly walked towards him: "You are on the path of cultivation, so of course you are different from others."

Liu Yao moved backward in terror. His legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up. A sense of fear emanating from his very bones made his internal organs feel out of control!

Forget about fighting, he couldn't even control his breathing, as if Lu Chengwen was controlling his breathing rate.

He shrank backward as if paralyzed, his screams piercing the air: "Don't come any closer! You devil! Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

Lu Chengwen laughed heartily: "There's more, let's continue."

"No...don't continue, don't..."

Liu Yao looked at Lu Chengwen, tears streaming down her face.

He was now already assuming in his mind that Lu Chengwen could unleash over nine hundred green flames of death.

Or rather, Lu Chengwen is death itself; he can open as many as he wants... endlessly.

Death truly exists among us!

Completely devoid of arrogance, he almost pleaded, "Please... no... please don't... please..."

Lu Chengwen glared at him: "Then let's continue!"

Four flowers!

The old ancestor's eyes slowly turned cold.

She looked at the old man who was resting with his eyes closed, and he didn't say a word.

The old man gripped his clothes tightly.

Intelligence says that Lu Chengwen can produce six flowers... six flowers.

However, I overlooked something: is six flowers really Lu Chengwen's limit?

Ancestor, you must see this clearly: if Lu Chengwen can produce seven flowers... then he is the one!

This is the person the Tianwu clan has been searching for for generations!

He is the savior of Tianwu, the supreme leader of Tianwu!

Tianwu's fate was intertwined with his!

Lu Chengwen, continue! Continue! Open!

The old medicine man quietly opened his eyes a little, glanced at the ancestor, and was in a bad mood.