Desperados Attack - Chapter 61 - Serpent Man

Pain and suffering were fully manifested on Su Xinghe, the arrogant disciple of the immortal sect, who probably never imagined that he would one day be beaten to such a state.

He did not seem to understand the proverb that there are always others better than oneself, and that the sky is limitless.

At this time, he was rolling on the ground, wailing, his cries echoing intermittently, creating a spectacular scene in the dark night at Nine Star Manor.

The people of Nine Star Manor found it satisfying, as Su Xinghe was no longer the insufferable figure he had been before.

“Burn him alive!”

Duanmu Xun laughed girlishly, her eyes filled with a charm that made people despise yet can’t help but admire.

Seeing this, Xiao Feng exclaimed repeatedly, “Stop it, enough!”

Duan Pingzhang laughed heartily and did not respond; instead, he intensified the internal energy in his palm, and the fire on Su Xinghe’s body burned even more fiercely.

Su Xinghe’s cries grew weaker with each scream, clearly unable to withstand this attack any longer.

A burnt smell began to permeate the area, emanating from Su Xinghe’s body.

After a while, the manor returned to silence, so quiet that one could even hear the breathing of those present.

They all watched Su Xinghe, witnessing how this arrogant young man met his end.

Su Xinghe was motionless, breathless.

On the ground, there was no trace of him, just a pile of ashes and the white bones beneath.

Su Xinghe was dead!

“Phew!”

Duan Pingzhang exhaled and said, “Miss Xun, send someone with swords to chop him up!”

The method was horrifying, hateful, and terrifying, but people soon returned to normal after their initial shock; such words were not unusual coming from Duan Pingzhang.

“Why?”

Duanmu Xun waved her hand slightly, and a few people with swords went over, but even so, she still did not understand why it was necessary to hack apart Su Xinghe, who was already dead.

Duan Pingzhang glanced at Duanmu Xun and pointed at the pile of ashes, saying, “Don’t you feel that there are still signs of life?”

Hearing this, Duanmu Xun’s heart, which had just settled, was suspended again. She stepped back half a step, then immediately stepped forward again.

She thought, “Duan Pingzhang is a top expert in Jianghu. What he says is almost always true, but this is clearly a dead man. Why such caution?”

As she pondered, a maid wielding a sword who was chopping at Su Xinghe’s bones suddenly screamed.

What did she discover?

Beneath that pile of ashes, the white bones had stood up.

This must be Su Xinghe, but wasn’t he already dead? Why would his skeleton stand up?

“What on earth is going on here? How can such absurd things exist in this world?”

Duanmu Xun demanded, though she didn’t know exactly whom she was questioning, leaving her no choice but to await Duan Pingzhang’s response.

“Just as I thought!”

A fervent longing shone in Duan Pingzhang’s eyes as he gazed at the skeleton before him, yearning deeply.

“What exactly happened here?”

Duanmu Xun was baffled by everything she was seeing.

“This fellow is no ordinary person, look…”

Duan Pingzhang pointed, and the stark white skeleton before them began to grow flesh, bit by bit, strand by strand, drop by drop. In no time, the skeleton had once again transformed into Su Xinghe.

But was this Su Xinghe the same as before?

This Su Xinghe and that Su Xinghe differed only by a mere moment-between one second and the next.

But what was different about the previous second?

The Su Xinghe of a moment ago was just a simple taoist in plain robes, his handsome appearance indeed striking. However, the current Su Xinghe was different.

He stood completely naked, and the large, dark black snake that twined around his pale body was as striking as his indifferent face, which was not particularly unusual, except for the astonishing part of his lower body.

His chilling lower body.

There was nothing odd about his lower half, but the reborn Su Xinghe made one unconsciously smack their lips.

For his legs below the waist had turned into a long, thick snake tail.

“What… what is this?”

Duanmu Xun asked, managing to hold back a scream, but her trembling voice revealed her fear.

“Gulp!”

She wasn’t the only one who was afraid; even Duan Pingzhang, known as Yama, gasped in shock. He had only known that the young taoist before him was no ordinary person, but had no idea he was actually a demon.

“A demon!”

A cry of alarm was let loose, and Nine Star Manor erupted into chaos. Upon hearing this, everyone, whether they had realized what was happening or not, reacted.

They all frantically rushed outside, as if staying even a moment longer would spell their doom.

After a while, most of the people had left the Manor, though they were both frightened and curious.

Curious about the person with a snake’s tail.

“Hey!”

Duan Pingzhang had a ball of raging fire already burning in his hand.

“What kind of demon are you?”

Duan Pingzhang demanded, just as Su Xinghe stood his ground, clutching a green sword in his hand which he fiercely wiped.

In an instant, fresh blood covered the entire blade, turning the green steel blood-red. This was the color of fresh blood.

The bloodstains remained on the bloodthirsty sword without a single drop straying away, as if they possessed a life of their own, the sword waiting for its Master’s command.

Is he still Su Xinghe?

“Hey, who are you calling a demon?”

Whether he is Su Xinghe or not, Su Xinghe’s inherent nature of despising demons and loving humans is retained in this half-human, half-serpent form.

Yet, they simply assumed that Su Xinghe himself was a demon, his true form revealed only because Duan Pingzhang had forced it out.

Upon seeing Su Xinghe’s current appearance, Duan Pingzhang asked, “If you claim you are not a demon, then who are you exactly, what is your surname and name?”

He hesitated for a moment, then declared, “My name is Mohuoluoja!”

“What?”

Everyone was taken aback. They had neither heard of the name Mohuoluoja nor understood what it signified; they merely felt that the name itself exuded an overwhelming aura.

“Who are you?”

The one claiming to be Mohuoluoja asked, his voice crackling like dry twigs in a fire and wailing like the ghosts of the deepest hell.

All in all, Mohuoluoja was definitely no ordinary character.

But who was he?

It seemed that no one in Nine Star Manor knew his identity, as could be deduced from their still confident gazes.

It was evident, they had no idea that Mohuoluoja symbolized evil and terror.