Mortals cultivate immortality, and their IQ is playing with their heartbeats

#786 - Thriller Appearance

Those silk threads seemed to possess sentience, merging into his body and coursing through his meridians, infinitely amplifying his fear and pain.

Zhang Jianshan wailed incessantly, his voice filled with despair and helplessness.

He gritted his teeth, glaring at Chen Jian, and said, "Chen Jian, you bastard! If you have the guts, just kill me! No need to torture me like this!"

"Hahaha," Chen Jian laughed loudly, "The more you fear, the stronger I become.

I will torture you properly, letting you die in fear. Of all those who fall into my, Chen Jian's, hands, how many have a good ending?"

His voice was filled with triumph and cruelty, as if he were enjoying the pleasure of this torment and slaughter.

Just then, the sound of clapping, "Clap, clap, clap," rang out, appearing particularly abrupt in this silent and tense atmosphere.

Chen Jian trembled in fright and suddenly turned his head. His sense of fear was exceptionally sensitive; he could immediately detect even the slightest disturbance.

However, this time, he was shocked to realize the other party's presence only when they were less than twenty zhang away from him and clapping. He couldn't help but feel somewhat incredulous.

He widened his eyes, looked at Li Chengfeng in front of him, and roared, "It's you, you good-for-nothing! I gave you a chance to escape, but you didn't run. You actually want to reap the benefits? What wishful thinking!

Fine, since you've come, then I'll also torture you properly, letting you know what fear is!"

When Zhang Jianshan saw Li Chengfeng return, he muttered to himself, "This is truly an idiot. He clearly could have escaped, but he insisted on coming back to die."

He shook his head and said, "What are you coming back for? Your idea is quite clever, trying to reap the benefits, but unfortunately, I'm already at my wit's end. How could I possibly be his opponent?"

Li Chengfeng smiled and said, "I don't want to reap the benefits. I just want to see how he uses his methods.

So, this is fear. It is indeed quite cruel, but it's not strong enough. It hasn't reached the true essence of fear.

To truly make the other party fear, you must absorb their fearful emotions and transform them into your own power.

To cultivate the Great Fear Technique, one must be cruel and bloodthirsty. It seems that Chen Jian hasn't fully grasped the essence of this technique."

Chen Jian looked at Li Chengfeng, his eyes filled with coldness and killing intent, as if he were looking at a dead man.

He said in a sinister tone, "You know quite a bit. Since you've come to experience it, then I'll grant your wish."

As he spoke, he suddenly waved his hand again, and countless silk threads shot through the air, transforming into a sky full of black afterimages, densely packed, like a giant net, instantly giving people a scalp-numbing sensation.

Li Chengfeng, however, was not afraid at all. He smiled and said, "Why bother getting so angry? I just want to see how strong your Great Fear Technique really is."

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying phantom suddenly appeared behind him. It was the image of the God of Love, holding the Arrow of Love, awe-inspiring.

"Swish, swish, swish," more than a dozen arrows shot through the air. Li Chengfeng's target was not only Chen Jian but also Zhang Jianshan.

Zhang Jianshan had no chance to dodge at all. He was already at his wit's end, his body exhausted. An arrow accurately struck the center of his brow.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with unwillingness and doubt.

In his dying moment, he stubbornly tried not to close his eyes, wanting to see if this Li Chengfeng was crazy. Was he really here to die?

However, the next scene made him unforgettable for the rest of his life. He saw Chen Jian also pierced through the chest by eight arrows, his body falling powerlessly to the ground.

However, Chen Jian's gaze landed on empty space, because the Li Chengfeng who was standing there and talking eloquently was just a phantom, an illusion.

All along, this Li Chengfeng had not shown his true face; he had been influencing the two of them with illusions.

Zhang Jianshan died in shock. He didn't understand until his death what kind of sacred being this Li Chengfeng was, to actually possess such profound illusion techniques and archery skills.

And Chen Jian also fell into a pool of blood. Although his Great Fear Technique was powerful, it seemed so vulnerable in the face of Li Chengfeng's illusion techniques and archery skills.

The two looked at each other, their eyes full of astonishment and unwillingness, but they were too weak to fight anymore. With a "thump," they fell to the ground at the same time.

Li Chengfeng walked forward slowly, and with a wave of his hand, he easily took their storage bags in his hand.

He calmly took out four precious beads from their storage bags—the Fear Bead, the Worry Bead, the Longing Bead, and the Joy Bead he had given them.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

At this point, Li Chengfeng had obtained three more beads. He now had six in his hand, and he carefully put them away.

Then, Li Chengfeng took out their cultivation technique manuals from the storage bags.

He scanned them with his divine sense and deeply memorized the contents of those cultivation technique manuals.

Then, while deducing these cultivation techniques, he continued to move forward.

He still needed to kill seven more people to make his cultivation reach the Great Perfection realm.

After obtaining the cultivation techniques of several people, Li Chengfeng constantly deduced and pondered them.

He now had six runes in his hand, all of which he had condensed based on the deduced cultivation techniques.

Although these runes were incomplete, under Li Chengfeng's guidance, they gradually became complete, eventually forming a special rune technique.

These runes slowly rotated in Li Chengfeng's palm, flashing with a mysterious light.

He slowly closed his palm, and those runes seemed to be absorbed into his palm and disappeared.

Just then, Li Chengfeng suddenly felt something unusual.

A kind of horrifying feeling seemed to quietly spread around, yes, it was that horrifying feeling, as if the thing you feared most in your heart was infinitely magnified, making people unable to resist and unable to escape.

This was a dense forest, with a hillside stretching ahead. Suddenly, the surrounding scenery began to slowly change, the gorgeous colors gradually faded, leaving only the two extreme colors of black and white.

As far as the eye could see, it was a gray and hazy expanse, as if the entire world had been stripped of its vitality, causing people to involuntarily feel like they had come to the end of the world.

Li Chengfeng immediately understood that his opponent, the Horror Cultivator Li Liao, had arrived.

He felt that unique horror aura, which was the ultimate expression of fright, that is, terror and fear.

This was an attack from the mental level, which was completely different from illusion techniques.

Illusion techniques lured people into the maze of soul fragments, while mental attacks were meant to make your spirit suffer a violent shock of horror, becoming painful and unbearable, and even possibly losing your mind due to fear.

If the opponent was just an ordinary Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivator, they would probably instantly lose their minds under this horrifying attack, and the fear in their hearts would be infinitely magnified, resulting in brief hallucinations, and even possibly dying because of it.

But how could Li Chengfeng be an ordinary person? He now had five beads in his hand: Fear, Worry, Longing, Joy, and Sorrow, leaving only Horror, that is, Fright, which he had not yet obtained.