Chapter 53 Nowhere to Hide

The shadow beneath Pan Guang’s feet suddenly dissolved, vanishing without a trace.

That invisible force was none other than Muchen’s spiritual power, silently dismantling the very foundation of Pan Guang’s supernatural ability.

“No… impossible! My shadow power—” Pan Guang’s body shook with uncontrollable tremors. The ability he was so proud of was proving to be utterly vulnerable before Muchen!

Muchen stopped in his tracks, a mere two steps away from Pan Guang.

“Your power relies on physical shadows.”

“Without a shadow, what is left of you?”

“I… I still have telekinesis!” Pan Guang’s face distorted as he roared, “I’ll make you die! I’ll tear you to pieces!”

The black mist surrounding him abruptly recoiled. Instead of expanding outward, it shrank and condensed frantically into his body.

A heart-stopping fluctuation filled the air—it was pure spiritual energy compressed to an extreme degree.

“Oh? A final struggle?”

Muchen’s voice was calm and unruffled.

[Spiritual Detection LV3] had long since captured every single move of Pan Guang in his mind.

The trajectory of Pan Guang’s condensed telekinetic attack was crystal clear within his perception; every node, every shift, had nowhere to hide.

He could even anticipate Pan Guang’s next point of eruption.

On Pan Guang’s distorted face, a morbid excitement and ferocity now mingled. He was certain that Muchen would be torn to shreds by his powerful telekinesis!

“Go to hell, you bastard!”

The very second the telekinetic force was about to break free from his body—

Muchen’s figure vanished abruptly.

“What?!”

Pan Guang’s body jerked. The telekinesis he had condensed to its peak suddenly lost its target, and the violent power raged and collided wildly within his body, causing his blood to surge and leaving a metallic, fishy taste in his throat.

“Looking for me?”

A chilling voice, entirely devoid of emotion, rang out right beside his left ear, piercing straight to the bone.

Every hair on Pan Guang’s body stood on end. As he stiffly turned his neck inch by inch, a pitch-black gun barrel was already pressed firmly against his right arm, the one holding his weapon.

It was precisely that menacing, oversized black firearm!

“You—”

Pan Guang’s throat felt parched, the single syllable barely squeezing out.

“Bang!”

A deafening gunshot exploded, instantly drowning out all the chaos and screams within the trading hall.

The bullet from the Desert Eagle (Enhanced Version), carrying an aura of absolute destruction, blasted Pan Guang’s right arm to pieces at point-blank range!

“Ah—!”

A piercing scream that sounded less than human burst from the deepest part of Pan Guang’s throat, tearing through the air and echoing throughout the entire hall!

His right arm, from the elbow down, along with the handgun he gripped tightly, was blasted into a bloody mess by the violent projectile! Shredded flesh and broken bones splattered in all directions, and jagged shards of stark white bone pierced through the skin, exposing themselves to the open air.

A thick stench of blood burst open, instantly permeating the space.

Pan Guang’s body twitched violently. Losing his balance, he staggered backward and fell.

His left hand pressed frantically against the stump of his arm, which was spurting blood wildly—there was nothing left there now except a gory, mangled cavity.

The excruciating pain washed over him like a tidal wave, blackening his vision and bringing him to the brink of unconsciousness.

Yet, would Muchen afford him such a mercy?

Agony! Pain deep into the marrow of his bones, pain that tore at his very soul.

Far more despairing to him than the loss of his arm was the complete collapse of his spiritual world.

The shadow power he took the most pride in had been effortlessly dismantled, his final telekinetic counterattack had turned into a joke, and now, even his dominant hand had been blown into minced meat by a single shot!

“Ah— my hand! My hand!” Pan Guang collapsed onto the ground, snot and tears smearing his entire face. Not a shred of the majesty belonging to the leader of Black Stone remained; only the pathetic whimpering of a dying beast.

Inside the hall, the survivors who had narrowly escaped the giant beast’s fangs, along with Pan Guang’s now leaderless remnants—every single one of them—froze. Their minds were seized by an invisible terror, rendering them completely immobile.

What was it they had just witnessed?

Pan Guang, who usually held absolute dominion over life and death and acted with supreme arrogance, had fallen to the ground in utter wretchedness, his arm completely gone!

That man—the man who had dominated everything the moment he appeared—had used a method beyond their understanding, beyond even their imagination, to thoroughly crush Pan Guang!

Fear was an invisible plague, growing wildly in the heart of every survivor, chilling them to the bone.

The rhythmic slaughter of the giant beast was also interrupted by this shocking turn of events. It shook the flesh and blood fragments from its head, its pair of crimson beastly pupils sweeping between Muchen and the twitching Pan Guang on the ground, before letting out a low, questioning growl deep in its throat.

Turning a deafening ear to Pan Guang’s screams, Muchen leisurely blew the non-existent smoke from the muzzle of the Desert Eagle before putting the lethal weapon back into his system space.

He strolled up to Pan Guang, looking down at the fellow who had now been reduced to a fish on a chopping board.

Muchen said indifferently, “Now, we can have a proper chat.”

Pan Guang jerked his head up, his blood-and-tear-stained face reflecting only ultimate terror and supplication: “Don’t… don’t kill me… I was wrong! I was really wrong! I surrender!”

“I beg you… spare a dog’s life… all my supplies… all my supernatural crystals… they’re all yours! Everything I have is yours!” He stammered incoherently, his voice hoarse, desperately trying to grasp at that slender thread of survival.

“Spare you?” Muchen’s lips curved into an icy arc as he gently shook his head. “Too late.”

Before the echo of his words had even faded, he raised his foot and planted it precisely onto Pan Guang’s remaining, intact left hand. Then, he applied pressure!

“Crack!”

A teeth-gritting sound of bone fracture echoed crisply through the hall.

“Ah, ah, ah—!” Pan Guang let out a shriek a hundred times more miserable than before, his body curling into a shrimp from the agony.

“This stomp is for the innocent people you bullied and preyed upon.” Muchen ground his sole downward, his tone completely devoid of ripples.

A deathly silence hung all around.

Everyone held their breath, their expressions as they looked toward Muchen filled with unspeakable awe and dread.

In the corner, Xiao Mu was trembling like a sieve, secretly rejoicing that he hadn’t played the fool; otherwise, the one wailing on the ground would have included him.

Chen Jiahe and Chen Si also walked over. Looking at the bloody scene before them, they couldn't quite describe the knot of emotions in their chests.

Especially Chen Si—the cold ruthlessness Muchen was displaying right now was a side of him she had never witnessed before.

Xie Youyou’s pretty face was deathly pale. She tightly clutched the hem of Chen Jiahe’s clothes, her small body trembling slightly, yet she forced herself to keep her eyes wide open, determined to sear every bit of this into her memory.

“What… what on earth do you want?” Pan Guang’s voice was as hoarse as a broken gong, reeking of boundless despair.

Ignoring him, Muchen slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping across every standing person in the hall.

“Anyone else want to stick their neck out for him?”

Muchen’s voice wasn’t loud, but every word carried the weight of a thousand jun, crashing heavily onto everyone’s heart.

Stick their neck out? Who dared?

Pan Guang had been reduced to this miserable state; if small fries like them stepped up, would it be any different from delivering their heads on a platter?

Pan Guang’s few trusted aides exchanged glances, reading nothing but retreat in each other’s eyes.

Yet, there were always one or two fools devoid of fear. Accustomed to acting like tyrants on a daily basis, they found themselves cornered, causing their fierce nature to flare up instead.

“Damn it, I’ll fight him to the death!” A scarred, burly man suddenly let out a violent roar, swinging a steel pipe as he charged straight at Muchen! “Avenge Brother Guang!”

“Kill him!” Two or three others roared along, moving in from different directions to encircle him.