I Fabricated the Techniques, but My Disciple Really Mastered Them?

Hong Ting had been in pursuit for a while, then stopped.

“Nothing more than this,” he scoffed.

His whole body radiated heat, his skin was flushed, and he was full of fighting spirit. With a contemptuous look, he gazed at the retreating Duowu.

“During the battle against Duowu’s Evil Eye, my fighting spirit became more refined, although my Divine Soul Force was significantly depleted.”

Hong Ting exhaled, preparing to leave the Heavenly Grotto for some rest.

At that moment, a Duowu figure appeared.

This Duowu was different from the others; he had red hair, no scales on his cheeks, and looked just like a normal person.

Hong Ting was taken aback.

The other martial artists were also shocked, exclaiming, “Brother Hong, retreat quickly!”

Or perhaps, he was the real Duowu himself.

“Duowu’s Evil Eye, all who see it become lethargic, without exception.”

Duowu gazed indifferently at Hong Ting.

“A clone of Duowu’s ancestor? This clone’s strength is not even at the Immortal Realm, it is only at the same level as mine; what do I have to fear?”

Once more, Hong Ting’s fighting spirit surged.

Even though the opponent was a clone of Duowu’s ancestor, this particular clone was merely at the True King Heavenly Venerable Realm, the same as his, so why should he be afraid?

“Duowu is me, and I am Duowu. What ancestor of Duowu? It is only your ignorance. All others are merely my Witch Marionettes, not even considered my bloodline descendants.”

Hong Ting was astonished to realize that what he had defeated and slayed were Witch Marionettes?

And yet, those mere marionettes held such power?

“Fine, let me, Hong Ting, have a taste of Duowu’s hundredfold Evil Eye!”

Hong Ting remained unafraid, letting out a low roar. At that moment, he was even more emboldened than during the previous battle, appearing crazier.

“Kill! Kill! Kill!”

Hong Ting roared, charging at Duowu.

At that moment, hundreds of eyes appeared on Duowu’s body, abruptly opening. It was as if there were a hundred different gazes, a hundred different expressions, each eye remarkably sinister.

There was no dazzling light, only malignance.

“Kill!”

Instantly, Hong Ting’s body froze, roaring madly, yet to his horror, he found that his fighting spirit was disintegrating under the gaze of the hundred eyes.

More terrifying was the laziness that grew stronger within him. His fighting spirit crumbled, leaving him craving to collapse to the ground, motionless, as if that was the manner most pleasing.

“No!”

Hong Ting was terrified; he knew he couldn’t withstand the Evil Eye of the hundred gaze.

Before descending into complete indolence, Hong Ting’s body flew backward, frantically retreating.

The hundred eyes of Duowu vanished, and with an indifferent look, he did not pursue, but instead, a slight smile curled on his lips as he spoke, “There is no shortage of prodigies who have fallen under my hundred eyes, let’s see if you can recover.”

He turned and walked away, his figure disappearing into the depths of the Heavenly Grotto.

Meanwhile, Hong Ting’s face was full of horror, his entire body beginning to feel weak, as if he couldn’t muster any energy. Collapsing to the ground, he was increasingly reluctant to lift a hand to counterattack, even if attacked.

“This hundredfold Evil Eye, too bizarre, too powerful!”

Hong Ting hastily left the Heavenly Grotto, needing to find a way to resolve the Depraved Witchcraft Power quickly.

At that moment, several figures flashed in his mind, those who were once renowned prodigies but mysteriously became lazy, neither training nor retaliating even when beaten.

They became so indolent, their cultivation regressed until one day they died of lethargy!

Hong Ting suddenly realized they were all struck by the hundredfold Evil Eye of Duowu, turning them into such a state.

The thought that he might also become like that filled his heart with fear.

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