Capítulo 1046: Chapter 819: My Name, Agasura — Fan!

The Poison King rubbed his hands together, his eyes full of an abnormal excitement.

“I’m going to turn you into living corpses.”

“What a magnificent performance this will be.”

After speaking, the Poison King gently tossed something forward.

A dark shadow flickered and hit the ground.

Thud~

A light green mist rose up, engulfing the two of them.

At this moment, the slight air flow that Lu Qingxue originally felt on her skin became completely chaotic.

“Finally completed, the Five Senses Sealing. Struggle despairingly to your deaths.”

The Poison King, having done all this, did not rush to finish them off with a weapon, but instead stood with a smile, intently watching the scene.

The next 30 seconds.

The temperature of their bodies would drop by about 10 degrees, all senses would become useless, and they would begin to hallucinate.

After 60 seconds, their blood vessels would abnormally dilate, and their heart muscles would start to lose function.

They would feel extremely cold, yet their skin would become extremely painful…

After 90 seconds, their skin would begin to ulcerate…

“Hahaha…”

“Hahahahaha!”

The crazed laughter echoed through the empty bar, shrill and lonely.

But at that moment, Mu Fan, supporting himself with one hand on the ground, tilted his head slightly to the side, and his body suddenly sprang up, though not very high and not very fast.

He merely rolled swiftly, landing beside Lu Qingxue.

At this moment, Lu Qingxue seemed to sense danger in her hallucination, grasping the Snow Building Sword with her left hand as it suddenly swung around to slash down.

Yet Mu Fan made no other move; if the Snow Building Sword struck…

His head would likely be severed in an instant.

The Poison King’s obnoxious laughter grew louder, eagerly hoping for the next scene.

Mu Fan extended his left hand.

Would his left hand be severed?

The Poison King’s eyes gleamed with excitement; tormenting test subjects was his greatest pleasure.

In his view, Mu Fan’s left hand swiftly and precisely… grasped Lu Qingxue’s drooping right hand.

Their movements paused simultaneously at that moment.

Lu Qingxue didn’t feel it directly; she only sensed a sudden warmth in the darkness coming from her right hand.

In Mu Fan’s mental space, the soft, icy hand held in his palm felt like ants gnawing on his flesh, causing excruciating pain.

Yet, even so, Mu Fan’s tightly closed face, with veins bulging, held onto Lu Qingxue’s cold, soft hand unwaveringly.

The two of them hand in hand.

The two of them stood still.

The temperature of both bodies began to drop simultaneously.

Twenty seconds had passed…

The Poison King, his eyes showing a hint of surprise, sneered again.

Just ten more seconds, and it would all be too late, leaving only despair.

In the darkness, Mu Fan’s pain intensified, but his strong mind, grown in solitude, kept him calm in spite of losing all sensations.

Even when Lu Qingxue’s body began to shiver slightly, he only gripped her hand tighter.

A feeling named peace arose mysteriously in the Valkyrie’s spirit world.

She didn’t know Mu Fan was holding her hand.

But she knew Mu Fan must be very close, constantly sending her a sense of security.

Little did she know…

Neither did the Poison King…

In Mu Fan’s heart, a cold energy began to spread, gradually protecting the entire heart.

No one knew, the supreme legacy from Mohandas, the ghost energy from the War God, was manifesting powerful protective effects!

In the depths of his mind, his blood surged unnaturally, evident as Mu Fan’s pupils beneath his eyelids slowly began to…

Turn red.

This is… the power of his bloodline!

“Hoo…”

A scorching breath burst forth from Mu Fan’s mouth.

Mu Fan slowly opened his eyes.

Though not focused.

Those confused, blood-colored pupils were all the more terrifying.

[Our race… born resilient.]

[Our race, fearless in the face of death.]

[Under the starry sky… we may go anywhere.]

The surging blood enveloped his brain, information from the depths of his bloodline seeping into his isolated spirit world.

The voice was distant and deep…

Like a reviving giant’s heart, imbued with vitality, carrying strength.

Finally, Mu Fan’s lips slowly parted, a chilling smile tugging at the corners.

A voice like a low beast’s growl emerged.

“My name…”

“A-ga-su-ra…”

“Fan!”

Boom!

At that moment, Mu Fan’s pores opened wide, and a layer of blood mist burst forth with surging heat from those pores.

The already worn mercenary gear instantly stained red.

The blood-red intensity flared up in Mu Fan’s eyes.

The blood-colored vision that hadn’t appeared in months once again engulfed his sight.

Vision, touch, taste, smell, hearing—all returned!

The immense bloodline from the Shura tribe expelled all invading toxins in an instant.

The seemingly mutilated body visibly repaired itself under Mu Fan’s terrifying self-healing ability.

“What!?”

The Poison King watched in horrified rage, how could his Five Senses Sealing fail!

This was a terrifying poison concocted through the tests on more than three hundred lives!

His left hand suddenly tossed a fiery red ball of light.

However, Mu Fan’s hovering right hand, with a mere peculiar wave, instantly pierced through the air.

Pop…

A moderate airwave exploded two meters from Mu Fan.

The red mist was directly blasted apart by Mu Fan’s powerful fist wind, incapable of engulfing even an inch.

Mu Fan’s gaze bored straight into the Poison King.

The cloudy eyes of the Poison King, at this moment, noticed that there was not a hint of emotion around Mu Fan’s demeanor.

It was an expression that could even disregard his own death.

Mu Fan glanced at the Poison King, yet made no move to attack further.

Instead, he reached back into his jacket, retrieving a syringe, and as the protective cap fell to the ground, the needle’s tip gleamed with silver light.

Mu Fan looked at Lu Qingxue, plunging the syringe into the beauty’s shoulder near him.

The thin injection tube instantly injected the light green liquid inside.

As the needle point withdrew, Mu Fan felt Lu Qingxue’s previously unresponsive right hand suddenly move, and then…

Held on tight to him.

Those clear, cold eyes opened, looking back at Mu Fan, unblinking.

In just these short thirty seconds, Lu Qingxue felt she had experienced a year, and now she finally knew where the warmth came from.

It turned out, Mu Fan had always been by her side.

Yet, now Mu Fan’s state…

Indifferent and frightening.

The thoroughly bloodstained attire and…

Those scarlet, frenzied eyes!

[The Bai’s Antidote once gifted by Bai Guyue… effective.]

Mu Fan could sense the faint fragrance brought on by Lu Qingxue’s sweat, the best indication of the antidote’s effectiveness.

Lu Qingxue, who had just resisted the horrific toxin with sheer willpower, was far behind in physical strength compared to Mu Fan’s horror.

So now, she needed a dozen seconds to recover her strength.

“Sit tight.”

Mu Fan’s demeanor remained indifferent under the blood-colored vision.

Yet his voice was soft.

“Mm…”

This time, Lu Qingxue obediently lowered her head and nodded gently.

Allowing Mu Fan to lead her to a wooden chair half a meter behind him.

Their tightly held hands finally separated.

This scene took less than three seconds.

And the Poison King had already retreated nearly ten meters, the bandages around him began to whirl bizarrely, facing Mu Fan like facing a great enemy, his voice like an iron file: “How can you… undo my toxin!”

In that grating voice, a cold and eerie sound rose slowly.

“Next…”

“It’s your turn.”

Mu Fan turned around nonchalantly.

Pinching the Blood Tooth Order with two fingers, he held it up in front of him.

Crushing it with a roar!