Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8604: Crazy _1

A flicker of fear crossed Yama Ling's face for the very first time. He stared at Zhao Hai like some horrifying demon. Zhao Hai met his gaze and grinned slightly. 'Don't stare at me that way. Actually, once you got poisoned, all those who touched you became poisoned too. You've met every Island Master from the Dark Ghost Sect lately, correct? Thus, every Island Master in the Dark Ghost Sect carries this poison now. If I choose, I can eradicate the entire Dark Ghost Sect lineage right from this day. Do you believe it?'

Yama Ling snorted upon hearing Zhao Hai's words, speaking in a heavy tone. 'Stop bragging. The Dark Ghost Sect has over 10,000 Island Master-level experts. You think you can seize control of them all? Pure fantasy.' Yama Ling simply refused to accept that Zhao Hai had poisoned all Island Masters of the Dark Ghost Sect.

Zhao Hai glanced at Yama Token with a smile. 'Not convinced? Over 500 Island Lord-level experts guard outside your chamber—I know it well. I can paralyze you completely or compel your body to act beyond your will. I'll summon those Island Lords inside, forcing you to slay them yourself. True, you can shift now, but without real power. Yu Qing, arm each with a blade—did you bring them?'

'Yes, Master,' Yu Qing answered promptly. He drew four knives, placing one in each guard's hand before returning to Zhao Hai's side. Yet sweat drenched his brow. Terror gripped him. Should Zhao Hai's claims hold true, the man could puppet his body—even to suicide. Far too frightening.

Cold sweat broke out on Yama Ling and his companions. Then the study door swung open from without, admitting a squad of cultivators. Just ten strong, yet Yama Ling knew them instantly. Leading was Mogg, faces etched with terror and bewilderment. They had no clue why their limbs betrayed them, marching inside unbidden.

Inside, the scene stunned them further. Yama Token sat with the four, blades clutched tight, Zhao Hai and Yu Qing nearby. They grasped nothing of this madness. Only their eyes obeyed, brimming with shock and bewilderment.

With a wave, Zhao Hai declared, 'Fine, strike. Oh, speak freely now—even cry for aid. Pointless, though. They can't command their forms, so rescue won't come. I'll keep the slaughter going. Care to doubt after you've butchered every Dark Ghost Sect Island Master, one after another?'

Now Yama Ling and the trio lurched upright, stiffly advancing on Mogg's group. Yama Ling's visage twisted in horror—he sensed total loss of bodily control. Legs propelled forward to Mogg's side, blades hoisted high.

Yama Ling lifted his knife, bellowing, 'Halt! Gui Ying, cease this! Dare you proceed? Won't the other sects unite to crush you? Reveal this power, and they'll annihilate you outright. Never doubt the nine great sects' might.'

Zhao Hai smirked. 'I've never belittled the nine sects—they've underestimated me, and you too. Now pay the cost.' His words ended as Yama Ling and others slashed down. Lacking spells, blades struck swift regardless, slicing Mogg and crew's throats deep. Blood fountained wildly, drenching Yama Ling.

Under control, Yama Token's face stayed blank. Still, regret and dread flashed in his eyes. Mogg, longest servant and most faithful, whom he trusted utterly—gone like this. Speechless, hatred blazed in his gaze. He yearned to end Zhao Hai.

Yet powerless, he merely observed himself approach another, slashing the throat. He saw the victim's panicked stare, blood splashing his form, light fading from eyes, body slumping dead.

Flames seemed to leap from Yama Ling's eyes, overshadowed by deeper terror. He dreaded Zhao Hai forcing him to carve through every Dark Ghost Sect member blade by blade. He knew pleading would mean defeat, so he endured, praying Zhao Hai might relent. Killers sometimes falter, hands trembling—especially cultivators.

Yet Yama Token misjudged Zhao Hai's ruthlessness—no mercy given. Post-Mogg slaughter, Zhao Hai gestured; corpses rose anew, deathly aura cloaking them.

Zhao Hai's voice rang out, amused. 'Dead doesn't mean useless. Dark Ghost Sect folk know: souls linger post-death, ripe for use. You've harvested many souls before. Today, I borrow yours. My arts rival yours.' Then Mogg's group exited, replaced by ten more cultivators. Yama Token slew them too, revived as undead, and fresh batches followed.

Batch by batch summoned, Yama Token hacked them down, undead conversion, then release. By the tenth wave, Yama Ling broke. 'Stop! Cease at once! Gui Ying, you madman, halt!'

Zhao Hai paused, approaching Yama Token. Smiling down, he asked, 'Changed your mind? What plea? Why beg to stop? Aren't you Dark Ghost Sect's leader, among nine greats? Scared to kill a handful? Pathetic.'

'Bastard! Lunatic! What do you demand?' Yama Ling roared wildly, voice manic against his frozen features—ghastly sight.

Zhao Hai eyed Yama Token, grinning. 'Simple: submit. From now, all Dark Ghost Sect serve as my slaves. The whole sect obeys me. Deal?' His tone stayed even.

Yama Ling glared, then laughed madly. 'Dream on, Gui Ying. Unbeknownst to you, nine great sects have upper realm ancestors of immense power. They could crush you effortlessly. Stir trouble today, and Dark Ghost Sect's upper realm powerhouses will end you upon learning. No matter your strength, upper realm superiors outmatch. Recall Bloody Massacre Sect's fall to them? Gui Ying, release us—or face certain doom from higher powers.'

'Oh? Really? Fascinating—let's test.' Zhao Hai flicked his wrist; ten more entered. Yama Ling and group resumed killing, him shrieking to stop amid swings. Zhao Hai ignored, batches flowing—another ten waves, hundred slain.

Only after another hundred deaths did Zhao Hai halt, facing near-mad Yama Ling. 'Well, Sect Master Yama? Felt anything? Thoughts on my offer? Care to curse more?'

Yama Token fell silent, hoarse from futile yells as killings persisted. Despair loomed. Now stopped, relief washed him, but Zhao Hai's taunt deepened his dread.

Zhao Hai eyed the mute Yama Ling group, then turned to Lin Dong, Second Elder, Seventh Elder. Approaching, he smiled. 'You three: Grand Elders with domains in Dark Ghost Sect. Time to declare. My earlier proposal—your stance? Figure I lack the guts to exterminate your whole Dark Ghost Sect?'

Hearing Zhao Hai, Lin Dong and others couldn't mask their terror. Truthfully, Zhao Hai petrified them. They'd killed aplenty, but never like this—unthinkable cruelty. What twisted mind devised such slaughter? Horrific. To them, Zhao Hai wasn't human: pure demon, deranged fiend.