Asura Emperor Venerable
Chapter 283 Control

Chapter 283: Chapter 283 Control

Shi Hao also hadn’t expected that even Luo Haodian had fallen under Chen Ling’s control.

This woman really had a knack for manipulation; just a few days into the Zhenwu Sect, and she had made the Sect Master and the Second Elder her slaves.

"My slaves, the time has come for you to serve your master!" Chen Ling giggled delicately while one by one, the Self-Observation powerhouses became dull-eyed, as if they were walking corpses.

These were all elders of the Zhenwu Sect.

My God, how many elders had she controlled?

Hmm, if Xiao Bo really married her, it wouldn’t just be a green hat on his head, but an entire prairie.

These elders of the Zhenwu Sect charged at the others, ready to fight to the death, to perish together.

They were willing to fight with such desperation, but how could the other powerhouses be willing to do the same?

Thus, although there were only about a dozen of them, they managed to hold off several dozen peers in strength, and even facilitated Mo Du’s breakout, allowing him to meet up with Chen Ling.

"I owe you another favor," Mo Du said displeasedly.

This outcome was entirely beyond his expectations; he was supposed to have swept through everything with ease.

Chen Ling, however, didn’t care at all and simply smiled slightly, "It’s time to withdraw!"

"Okay!" Mo Du nodded. He would go into hiding, concealing his identity and secretly absorbing the blood of living beings, waiting until all the yin energy in his body was refined. His realm and strength would undergo earth-shattering changes.

By then, it wouldn’t be too late for revenge.

Looking at Chen Ling, Hong Taihe felt a sense of lingering fear.

Thank goodness he hadn’t fallen for it!

And it wasn’t because of his unbending will but because Chen Ling simply hadn’t made a move against him.

Apparently, even though he was a disciple of cultivation and a super genius of the Zhenwu Sect, his cultivation was too low. Chen Ling probably didn’t see him worthy, and hence she didn’t cast her corporal spell on him, allowing him to narrowly escape the calamity.

Thinking this, he felt a surge of resentment.

It’s true, humans are indeed contradictory.

But then he immediately thought, now that more than half of the Zhenwu Sect’s elders were controlled and the Sect Master had completely become a lapdog, could the Zhenwu Sect even continue to exist?

Even if it managed to linger on, the loss of so many Self-Observation powerhouses would plummet its strength to rock bottom. Could it still be competitive?

And without sufficient strength, how could they safeguard such vast interests?

One could imagine that the Zhenwu Sect would inevitably be besieged by various powers, losing much territory until its strength matched its loss, and only then would the turmoil end.

No, he couldn’t stay in the Zhenwu Sect any longer.

For one thing, the cultivation resources that the Zhenwu Sect could provide him would rapidly diminish, and secondly, there were too many crises and constant battles.

Leave.

"Leave," Hong Taihe told himself. Since Xiao Bo had already lost his mind, leaving the Zhenwu Sect didn’t count as betrayal, and with his talent, he could make his way in any power. Perhaps even joining a five-star Great Sect, he could displace the original disciple of cultivation and take his place.

Decisive by nature, once he had made up his mind, he hesitated no longer. Deciding to leave this place meant not returning to the Zhenwu Sect; he would directly seek out a five-star power for refuge.

Chen Ling and Mo Du began their breakout, while Xiao Bo and others resisted desperately, turning themselves into Dead Soldiers, recklessly buying Chen Ling and Mo Du time and space at the cost of being bombarded by several Self-Observation powerhouses and dying on the spot.

"Ah!" "Ah!" "Ah!"

One by one, the powerhouses fell, and Chen Ling and Mo Du also escaped from the tomb, speeding away.

The powerhouses chased out, and Shi Hao and his companions followed suit.

When they also arrived outside, all they saw was Chen Ling and Mo Du having disappeared without a trace, but a few controlled individuals like Xiao Bo, Luo Haodian, and the others had stayed behind, each with a dull gaze, as if they were fools.

"Uh!" Xiao Bo let out a long exhale, his eyeballs twitching a few times before his eyes cleared up.

He had actually freed himself from control.

Not just him, Luo Haodian and the remaining three also come to their senses, all with flushed faces and ugly expressions, especially Xiao Bo, who looked ready to eat someone.

Clearly, although they were under control, they were aware of what had happened before; they just couldn’t control themselves.

"Bitch!" Xiao Bo gnashed his teeth, now he would carry an indelible stain for the rest of his life.

Whenever someone mentioned him in the future, they would guffaw—first at his bald patch and second that he had been controlled and turned into a lapdog.

"Ah—" Suddenly, he clasped his head, looking incredibly pained.

What, was he coming under control again?

Everyone was prepared to take action since Xiao Bo was incredibly strong.

However, what they witnessed was a horrific sight.

Xiao Bo’s head began to swell.

What was happening?

It seemed as if all the blood in his body had gathered in his head, his face so red it turned purple and black. Under the pressure of the blood, his eyeballs bulged outward like those of a goldfish. Then, pop, both eyes were squeezed out of their sockets.

Goodness, everyone broke out in cold sweat.

"Save me! Save me!" Xiao Bo reached out to the crowd, but blood gushed from all his orifices, and then, with a pop, his head shattered like a watermelon, spewing red and white matter everywhere.

Boom, he lay sprawled on his back, limps twitching slightly before stopping altogether.

The mighty Self-Observation powerhouse, the Sect Master of Zhenwu Sect, had perished in such a grisly manner.

Shi Hao realized something all of a sudden—Su Manman had mentioned before that Xiao Bo only had half a year of life left.

Firstly, he must have been drained by Chen Ling, and secondly, his rejuvenation wasn’t due to some Great Medicine or a miraculous technique but was from Chen Ling’s special "methods" that had completely unleashed his potential.

This had come at the cost of his life.

Now, with Chen Ling controlling him to fight, his life’s vitality rapidly depleted, and Xiao Bo’s life quickly reached its end, concluding in such a tragic way.

No wonder Mo Du called Chen Ling a member of the Heavenly Demon Path; indeed, she was venomous.

With Xiao Bo’s death, Luo Haodian and the other three were frightened stiff, as they too were Chen Ling’s guests of honor. Xiao Bo’s fate was a warning to them.

They didn’t want to die, let alone die in such a terrible, painful way.

Luckily, they probably hadn’t been drained many times, so they didn’t immediately suffer head explosions like Xiao Bo. But who knows how much time they had left.

"You fiend!" Luo Haodian then glared at Shi Hao, determined to kill him to avenge his great-grandson now that he didn’t know when he would die.

Swish, he leapt into action, lunging at Shi Hao.

Hong Taihe watched from the side, having decided to leave Zhenwu Sect, but before he did, he didn’t mind seeing Shi Hao fall.

Shi Hao leaped backward, with beams continuously shooting out of his eyes—not the lethal Super Condensed Light, but alternating between brightness and darkness at an incredibly high frequency.

"Ahh!" Luo Haodian screamed, abruptly covering his head with his hands as blood began to flow from his seven orifices.