Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 1344: Chapter 1341: When You Raise the Slaughter Knife, You Become Hell Yourself (1 update)

Fresh blood slid down grotesque and horrifying wounds, dripping onto the ground, forming crimson, mottled blood plum blossoms.

The dozen or so individuals suspended in midair contorted their faces in agony, but they couldn’t utter a single scream. They could only writhe in unbearable pain.

Not only that, to them, even fainting had become a luxury at this moment.

Because under the augmentation of Xue An’s Divine Sense, they were more alert now than they had ever been, many times over.

In this state, every minute trace of pain on their bodies was amplified infinitely. This excruciating agony was enough to completely break a person’s spirit.

But clearly, Xue An had no intention of letting them off so easily. Under the suffocating control of his Divine Sense, they could neither die nor faint, nor even let out the faintest cry. They could only silently ”savor” this banquet of torment.

This horrifying spectacle unfolded before everyone present.

The powerful nobles of Jing Country were utterly terrified—some of the more cowardly ones teetered on the brink of collapse.

Even the elite void realm cultivators who had accompanied Xue An couldn’t help but collectively gasp.

Because even they could sense just how unbearable the suffering these individuals were enduring truly was.

The pain was unending, eternal.

If there was truly a hell in this world, then surely, this must be it!

But Xue An was unmoved, sitting quietly in his chair, watching. Only after a long while did he speak slowly.

”Many people often say things like, ’Oh, the dead are already gone, and what’s done cannot be undone. Why not try to let it go?’”

Xue An’s voice floated weightlessly over the entire banquet hall, even encompassing the whole capital of Jing Country.

Everyone listened in silence.

”Others say, ’Revenge only breeds more revenge—why water hatred with more hatred? Forgiveness leads to liberation for both sides!’”

When Xue An said this, a glimmer of hope appeared in the eyes of many Jing Country nobles, especially those presently suffering unimaginable agony—they looked at Xue An with desperate longing, hoping for deliverance.

Noticing this, a faintly mocking smile crept across Xue An’s lips. ”What a pity... In my eyes, all of that is utter nonsense.”

”The power to forgive isn’t yours to wield, nor is it mine! The true ones who had the right to forgive were Tao Niang and all the residents of Demon-Sealing Town! But unfortunately, all of them are dead—dead by your hands!”

”I’m sure they must have begged for mercy when they were dying, didn’t they? But did you spare them?”

”You didn’t! On the contrary, you escalated the torment! I believe, when you used your so-called ingenious methods on the town’s residents, on Tao Niang, you must have felt a sense of pride, haven’t you?”

”Pride in the so-called ’artistic beauty’ of your slaughter—though that beauty was built upon the boundless suffering of others! Yet even so, you reveled in it, even became addicted to it!”

”Am I right?”

Though Xue An’s voice wasn’t loud, it rang crystal-clear throughout the room.

Under his relentless barrage of questions, everyone’s expressions changed drastically.

Previously, many of the void realm cultivators looked somewhat conflicted, but after hearing Xue An’s accusations, their hesitation vanished, replaced by fierce killing intent.

As for the powerful nobles of Jing Country, especially the ”murderers” suspended in midair, their faces turned ashen and lifeless.

Xue An had dissected their depravity so mercilessly, so deeply, that it struck to the bone, leaving nothing concealed.

They couldn’t even muster a word of retort.

Xue An leaned back in his chair and sighed softly. ”That’s why I never listen to what others say. I only abide by eight words.”

”An eye for an eye, blood for blood!”

”As for them!” Xue An gestured at the tormented individuals, his lips curling into a cold, scornful smile. ”What they’re enduring now is nothing more than a mirror of the methods they once used on others!”

As his voice fell, the middle-aged man wearing a white flower at the front of the group suddenly had a massive wound tear open across his neck.

Then, amidst a series of dizzyingly grotesque transformations, that wound gradually formed into an elegant shape.

It was identical to the wound on Tao Niang’s neck, though seeing it now, it reeked of cruel irony.

The middle-aged man’s limbs trembled uncontrollably from the overwhelming pain.

And as for his eyes, they were long gone—reduced to two bloodied, hollow sockets.

Amidst this gut-wrenching spectacle, Xue An shrugged indifferently, speaking with a calm yet chilling demeanor, ”Do you see? This is hell! From the moment they raised their butcher’s blades, they created their personal damnation.”

After finishing, Xue An turned his head, his gaze landing on the State Preceptor, Qing Mo, who was still kneeling motionless on the ground. Xue An smiled faintly.

”What do you think?”

Qing Mo shuddered violently, his face instantly going deathly pale. He stammered in panic, ”Y-Yes... You’re absolutely right, my lord! These people are devoid of humanity, cruel and sadistic—what they’re suffering now is simply their karma!”

In that instant, many of the Jing Country nobles were struck by an absurd realization.

The State Preceptor of the Ghost Theocracy, speaking of karma and humanity—was there anything more ludicrous?

Baili Shaoguang, Jin Haorang, and the other two hesitated, wanting to speak but reconsidering.

Xue An, however, chuckled, then slowly clapped his hands. He remarked admiringly, ”Well said! Karma may be something no one has truly seen, yet I believe it exists. Don’t you?”

”Yes! Of course it exists!” Qing Mo nervously agreed with an awkward smile.

Xue An nodded. ”Good. Then tell me, as one of the chief culprits behind all of this, what kind of karma do you think you deserve?”

The smile on Qing Mo’s face froze instantly. He looked at Xue An in abject terror.

Xue An gazed at him with calm amusement and arched a brow, ”Hmm?”

Qing Mo’s entire body trembled violently. In a trembling voice, he stammered, ”M-M-My lord, I-I’m not the mastermind behind this! I-I was only following orders from above, and... and...”

”And acting under the so-called Ghost Monarch’s instructions, correct?” Xue An asked calmly.

”Yes, yes, yes!” Qing Mo nodded vigorously in panic.

”Ah, I see!” Xue An casually stroked his nose as though lost in thought.

”That’s correct! All the orders were issued by the Ghost Monarch—I was merely the executor!” Qing Mo said cautiously, though he inwardly sighed in relief.

After all, as long as he shifted all the blame onto the Ghost Monarch, he would at least buy himself temporary safety.

Surely, not even Xue An, no matter how fearsome, could manage to do anything to the Ghost Monarch!