Chapter 92 - 91 Marquis Zhongshan_2
So they met the Marquis Zhongshan.
This man was naked, seated confidently on the couch, holding two mutilated corpses with open chests in his arms, a pile of torn limbs scattered at his bedside, his feet upon four or five crushed human heads, his belly covered with a mess of blood and flesh, with pink intestines draped over his shoulders like a mantle of silken immortality.
On closer inspection, amidst the flesh and blood, his figure was over eight feet tall, with an ape’s waist, a bear’s back, tiger’s whiskers, and wolf’s jaws, sharp teeth, gray scales, white eyes and green pupils, in which two dazzling green lights flashed, casting a three-foot beam of light in the dim tent, like some demon dragon curled up in a cave.
By the light from his eyes, illuminating the interior of the tent, at a glance, one could see the felt walls were stained all over with skin, faces, bones, and entrails. It seemed these were the leftovers of those he had toyed with, eaten, beaten to a pulp, and scattered everywhere as human remains.
Gen Mo, Zhen Zhu, Qian Rang, full of righteousness and passion, willing to risk life and death, were young people who had come to this place, yet upon seeing this scene, they were momentarily stunned, even forgetting to breathe.
Is this still even considered human...
Tie Dan, however, laughed.
"Hehe."
In such a scene, this guy actually laughed out loud like that.
The three of them stared at him, unsure for a moment whether he was mad or if it was the signal to draw their swords.