Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting with brother's wife and young sister Chapter 1443 - 657: The Strength of the Eight Saints

"Who the hell are you?"

The distortion on Wan Sheng’s face, even suppressed as he was, couldn’t hide the murderous glare in his eyes.

"Smack!"

Chen Xuan rewarded him with another slap.

Wan Sheng still held his head high, glaring at him without blinking.

Compared to the Daoist Saint, he seemed to have a lot more spine.

"Now that’s more like it."

Chen Xuan wasn’t angry at all. "Let’s hope you can keep that backbone, then."

The next moment!

The power of the Dao appeared in Chen Xuan’s hand and turned into a black, barbed long whip.

"All of you, back off!"

As his words fell, the terrified Female Cultivators instantly retreated far away from the two.

"Pa-pa-pa-pa...."

Countless black whip shadows suddenly appeared and lashed viciously down on Wan Sheng. The whip formed from the power of the Dao not only struck his flesh, it didn’t spare his soul either.

"Aaah—"

A wretched scream echoed through the grand hall.

But Chen Xuan didn’t hold back in the slightest; whips filled the sky, growing more and more numerous.

"If you’ve got the balls, then kill me."

Even with his skin split open, his flesh flayed, blood dyeing him completely red, and his soul in the sea of consciousness writhing in agony, Wan Sheng’s gaze was still vicious, his killing intent as thick as ever.

In fact, it was even stronger than before.

That left Chen Xuan quite dissatisfied.

"Perverts are really hard to deal with." The long whip in his hand dispersed.

Looking at Wan Sheng, limp on the ground, Chen Xuan directly tore open his sea of consciousness with the power of the Dao, brutally.

"Red..."

His entire sea of consciousness was like a sea of blood.

"This is the blood of those Female Cultivators he killed."

Even Chen Xuan frowned at the sight. With such a sea of blood, just how many Female Cultivators had he slaughtered?

He glanced at Wan Sheng; at this point it wasn’t even about being a pervert or not—his personality was completely twisted.

"What the hell did he go through?"

Someone like this, you either break completely and tame, or you annihilate. Otherwise he’s a venomous snake, liable to bite you at any time.

Right now Wan Sheng’s soul, while weak in aura, hadn’t actually taken much damage.

Because of the Dao power.

So even Chen Xuan couldn’t directly control him, unless Wan Sheng willingly dispersed the Dao power within his soul.

That was what the Daoist Saint had done back then.

Of course, outright executing him was still possible, but Chen Xuan didn’t want to do that.

"Fuck!"

Chen Xuan cursed. People like Wan Sheng were the hardest to deal with—unless you found his weakness.

Also!

Wan Sheng’s Dao Pearl wasn’t on him.

"So he prepared in advance." Chen Xuan narrowed his eyes. If that’s the case..."

"Aaah—"

Wan Sheng howled again, because Chen Xuan was violently rifling through his memories. Even though he had the Dao power guarding them, Chen Xuan didn’t give a damn right now and forcibly shattered the Dao power protecting the memory scenes.

He even accidentally shattered the scenes he’d already viewed.

That was essentially erasing Wan Sheng’s memories.

"Don’t think I’ve got no way to deal with you." Chen Xuan said coldly.

"You..."

"Huff, huff..."

For the first time, Wan Sheng’s expression changed; the viciousness in his eyes turned into dread, even a hint of panic.

Because the secret buried deep in his heart was something no one had ever known.

"Oh? You know how to be afraid?"

Chen Xuan sneered. In his eyes, scene after scene flashed by like a revolving lantern, appearing then disappearing in the next instant.

Very soon!

He saw Wan Sheng’s pearl.

Chen Xuan looked toward the top of the grand hall and shot out a strand of Dao power.

"Bang!"

The hall trembled slightly; the next moment, a bright red pearl appeared in midair.

This was Wan Sheng’s Dao Pearl.

But at this point, it belonged to Chen Xuan.

The Dao Pearl slowly descended, landing in Chen Xuan’s palm.

"That’s mine!!!"

Watching his Dao Pearl fall into Chen Xuan’s hand, Wan Sheng went mad again. The Dao Pearl was his foundation!

"Mine!"

"In my hand, it’s mine."

Chen Xuan looked down on him from above. "Don’t worry, there’s still plenty of memories. I’ll take my time, nice and slow."

"A dignified Saint, and you turn out to be a freaking pervert. The secrets in there... tsk, tsk..."

Chen Xuan smacked his lips. "Really makes a man curious."

A Saint, and a pervert!

For the current Chen Xuan, that curiosity even surpassed everything else.

"No..."

"Don’t...!!!"

Wan Sheng’s emotions were on the verge of collapse. That was the most fragile place in his heart—absolutely, absolutely couldn’t be exposed!

"You can’t do this!"

His tone was no longer hard; instead, it was like he was begging Chen Xuan.

"And you think you’re qualified to negotiate with me?"

Chen Xuan chuckled, but his brows lifted slightly, because he had already reached the scene of Wan Sheng’s ascension to Saint—but the picture suddenly blurred.

"Heavenly Dao, huh..."

The only thing that could directly blur a Saint’s memories was the Heavenly Dao.

Why?

He was a bit puzzled. What kind of secret was hidden in this?

Forget it.

He continued searching.

And as time ticked by, Wan Sheng was practically deranged. "Stop looking, I’m begging you."

Suddenly!

He began kowtowing to Chen Xuan.

That scene!

Even Chen Xuan was slightly stunned. What on earth had happened, that it could make him abandon even a Saint’s dignity, kowtowing and pleading to him?

At the same time, the memory scene froze.

Wan Sheng sensed this, and his crazed expression showed a sliver of hope. "Don’t look at my memories. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll agree."

He had completely stopped caring.

He only begged Chen Xuan not to look at his memories.

Chen Xuan’s expression grew complicated; the more Wan Sheng acted like this, the more he wanted to see.

But this guy was a psychopath.

He didn’t even care about a Saint’s dignity anymore. If Chen Xuan did look, then his chances of controlling Wan Sheng would be almost nil.