Chapter 1493
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Chapter 1493 Pain
“Qing Yu…”
Jiang Er looked at him with concern, as if she wanted to say something more to persuade him.
An Qing Yu shook his head and smiled at her, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”
He returned to the table, his gaze fixed on the arm floating in the dark yellow liquid. Taking a deep breath, his left hand grasped at the void, forming a sharp frost sword in his palm, which he swung like lightning toward his own right arm!
Slash—!
As the sword flashed, An Qing Yu’s right arm was instantly severed. The limb fell to the ground with a dull thud, blood gushing from the wound.
An Qing Yu’s face paled slightly, but his expression remained unchanged. His left hand reached directly into the liquid to retrieve the contaminated arm, pressing it against the stump of his right arm!
This arm originally belonged to An Qing Yu, so after connecting it to the stump, his body showed little rejection. The muscle tissue flowed, reattaching it to his torso.
The arm covered in tumors moved wildly out of control, its five suction tentacles extending rapidly in all directions like beasts freed from captivity. A flash of ruthlessness appeared in An Qing Yu’s eyes as his sword flashed again, cutting off these tentacles at their roots!
As the arm connected to his body, strange tumors began to swell on An Qing Yu’s body. The contamination from the arm was rapidly invading his flesh!
Simultaneously, waves of maddening whispers echoed in his ears!
These whispers weren’t loud individually, but there were countless of them, like innumerable fingernails surrounding An Qing Yu’s head, constantly scratching against a blackboard. The overlapping sharp sounds were like massive waves, repeatedly assaulting his mind!
“Roar!!!” An Qing Yu’s eyes instantly turned blood-red. His left hand clutched his forehead as he bent over in agony.
“Qing Yu!!” Jiang Er cried out anxiously seeing An Qing Yu’s transformation.
Cao Yuan clenched his jaw, staring intently at the writhing lumps on An Qing Yu’s body. Just as he was about to draw his sword to cut into his body, An Qing Yu suddenly raised that contaminated, disgusting arm and shouted:
“Stay back!! I can still hold on!”
His voice stopped Cao Yuan in his tracks. His hand, which was about to grasp the sword hilt, trembled for a moment before dropping back down.
An Qing Yu’s blood-colored eyes widened. One hand pressed against the cement floor, his five fingers forcefully digging into it, painfully scratching at something. Blood flowed from his mangled fingernails, quickly staining the ground.
Tumors swelled and burst on his body, with countless crimson worms writhing inside, forming disgusting insect-like eyes.
The blood vessels on An Qing Yu’s neck bulged, but he paid no attention to these tumors. He tilted his head slightly, his features twisted in pain, as if straining to listen to something.
These insect eyes multiplied across An Qing Yu’s body. Initially spreading from his arm to his shoulder, they quickly occupied half his body. Even his neck developed tumors that connected into a ring, like a swimming float around his neck.
Crimson worm shadows writhed around An Qing Yu’s eyeballs, approaching his brain.
“An Qing Yu!!” Cao Yuan shouted upon seeing this, “They’re about to contaminate your soul! I need to act now!”
“Wait… a moment…” An Qing Yu stubbornly shook his head, “Give me… a few more seconds… I’m almost… hearing it clearly…”
“There’s no time left!”
Cao Yuan spoke anxiously, desperately wanting to draw his sword and cut An Qing Yu down, but seeing his gaze, he forcibly restrained himself.
An Qing Yu’s chest heaved violently. He knelt on the ground listening for several seconds as tumors began to burst on his forehead. Tentacles extended from inside his body, leaving him barely recognizable as human.
“An Qing Yu!!!”
“Do it!! Cut off everything contaminated! All of it!” An Qing Yu’s ear twitched as if hearing something, and a flash of brilliance burst through his agonized eyes as he shouted!
Clang—!!
Before An Qing Yu’s words faded, black killing-intent flames soared skyward. Dozens of blade waves instantly poured out from Cao Yuan, first severing An Qing Yu’s tumor-covered head!
Dense blade waves fell on An Qing Yu’s body almost simultaneously—right arm, left arm, both legs, back, lower abdomen… In an instant, An Qing Yu was dismembered. The rolling flames of killing intent precisely cut away every contaminated piece of flesh, burning them to ashes!
The precision of these cuts was something even a sword master might not achieve, yet Cao Yuan, still in his berserk state, controlled his power with such accuracy that it would leave anyone astounded.
In less than a second, An Qing Yu was “killed” amidst the flames of killing intent, leaving only a palm-sized heart fragment and half a brain on the ground.
As the black embers of killing intent gradually disappeared, the two fallen fragments began to regenerate rapidly—organs, blood vessels, flesh, skin… gradually outlining a human form.
The berserk Cao Yuan sheathed his straight sword, the killing-intent flames disappearing into the scabbard. Breathing heavily, he stared intently at the regenerating figure on the ground, muttering involuntarily:
“To regenerate even from this… truly a monster.”
Those few strikes, though not physically taxing, were an extreme challenge to Cao Yuan’s consciousness and will. Achieving this much had already pushed him to his limits.
“How reckless!”
Just as Cao Yuan was anxiously watching the regenerating An Qing Yu on the ground, a Daoist figure floated in from outside like the wind, bringing with him the supreme divine presence!
The Primordial Heavenly Lord frowned at the gradually recovering human outline on the ground. His right hand formed a sword finger, striking like lightning at An Qing Yu’s brow. The latter suddenly opened his still-skinless mouth, howling in pain several times more intensely than when he was contaminated!
“Heavenly Lord! What are you…” Cao Yuan asked anxiously.
“You only cut away the contamination of his physical body, but he maintained contact for too long. A trace of contamination has entered his soul… If that corner of his soul isn’t removed, he will still be affected.” The Primordial Heavenly Lord withdrew his sword finger, his expression extremely solemn.
Hearing these words, Cao Yuan was thunderstruck.
“Heavenly Lord, what about Qing Yu now…” Jiang Er asked worriedly.
The Primordial Heavenly Lord looked at the gradually recovering form on the ground and let out a long sigh, “No matter… This poor Daoist has cut away that corner of his soul. He is safe now, however…”
“However what?”
“The soul is extremely important to a person. After having a corner cut away, it will likely cause trauma to the brain.” The Primordial Heavenly Lord paused, “At best, his thinking will be impaired, reducing him to a state of dementia. At worst, his consciousness will become muddled, falling into a deep sleep… what you commonly call a vegetative state.”
Both of them trembled at the thought!
“Heavenly Lord…”
An Qing Yu’s bloodied body raised slightly, one hand clutching the hem of the Primordial Heavenly Lord’s robe, speaking hoarsely, “I… found them…”
