Otherworldly Desert Dust

Chapter 113 - 98 The Great Villain Wu Hen

Xiao Chong couldn’t move.

His ability to cry out was lost because of the prolonged torture he’d endured.

Gone was the high and mighty expression on Xiao Chong’s face. His facial muscles had gone slack, and snot and tears mingled together as he began to plead.

"S... Senior Brother... spare me... spare me..." Xiao Chong begged in a hoarse whisper.

"Alright, you’re not the one I hate the most. I’ll send you on your way now. But don’t rush. I’ll make sure Senior Brother Gu Yue and Little Sister Qing Meng accompany you. The three beasts of your Holy Sect can then go to the Eighteen Layers of Hell together for reformation!" Wu Hen nodded, granting Xiao Chong’s request.

When Xiao Chong realized that "spare him" meant "send him off," his legs gave way, and foul-smelling liquid stained his extravagant robes.

"No, no, no...," Xiao Chong continued to struggle in vain.

Wu Hen slowly tightened the Electric Slaughter Whip Blade. The laser-cutting power of the Electric Blade sliced into Xiao Chong’s neck, severing his skin, blood vessels, and cervical vertebrae.

"Senior Brother Xiao, turns out you can stink too, hahaha!!" Wu Hen taunted one last time.

He thought that Outer Heaven Guests like Xiao Chong wouldn’t lose control of their bladders. If he feared death so much, why flaunt himself before Wu Hen?

Perhaps it was the same logic as bullying: when a bully sees the one they’ve tormented suddenly grab a fruit knife, they often mock until they’re stabbed to death, then look at the ferocious former victim in disbelief, unable to accept that their strong self could be killed by someone who once seemed like a humble slave.

Xiao Chong had barely escaped alive after being attacked by Ying Snake, with most of his Holy Power not yet recovered.

Seeing Wu Hen save the Lower Seed People, he arrogantly thought he could easily crush Wu Hen even in his weakened state...

Little did he know, Wu Hen’s power had taken a qualitative leap in just a few days!

"I overestimated you—I didn’t even need to use Black Frost." Wu Hen slowly released the Electric Slaughter Whip Blade.

A trump card you may never use but must have.

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This was the basic principle when contesting with Venerable Desert Dust; otherwise, you’d be mercilessly tortured and eventually, devoured effortlessly.

"You... you’re one of us?" Tu Shanlan of the Red Eagle approached and earnestly inquired.

"At this point, I won’t hide it anymore. I’m actually from the future. I’m your future husband. I know you’re extremely shocked and uneasy now, finding it hard to accept, but it’s the truth. I knew today’s event would be a disaster for you, and if I didn’t travel back through time to save you, it would leave a huge scar on your soul. So I came, risking imprisonment by the Time Administration Bureau, to change the timeline, just so that your future would be better." Wu Hen’s face held a profound sadness and depth of one committed to saving lives and the past.

Tu Shanlan was thoroughly dumbfounded at first.

Even in the bizarre Alien Dust Era where anything against science could happen, the appearance of a so-called future husband was exceedingly hard to understand and accept.

"So what?" Tu Shanlan asked.

"Give me a hug, at least. I don’t ask for much, considering your purity and innocence now." Wu Hen opened his arms wide, seeking emotional value as much as possible.

"If what you say is true, you wouldn’t have known me in the future, because I just drowned in the cockpit," Tu Shanlan said.

Hiss~~~

Wu Hen gasped.

He recalled then—the Red Eagle had indeed outwitted Ying Snake in several rounds through her own wisdom and courage.

This Emperor Mecha pilot was an intelligent girl, immune to such silly sweet-talk.

Never mind, it was just a cheap thrill, and flirting with a pretty girl cost him nothing if unsuccessful.