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Chapter 253 Shura's Masterpiece? One Punch and It's Gone!
The three days passed in the blink of an eye.

"Master~ We've found Shura's lair."

Ye Chang arrived at the Mediterranean with light steps, and with a slight parting of her red lips, she brought the long-awaited good news.

"Oh? Not bad." Wang Feng raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised. "The exact location?"

"According to the report from Leng Jue's informant," Ye Chang tapped her chin lightly, "that madman is hiding in the neighboring mining town. The young men and women he kidnapped are all locked up in the mountains in preparation for his disgusting 'feast'~"

A cold glint flashed in Wang Feng's eyes, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop instantly.

"lead the way."

"Yes, ma'am~" Ye Changjiao turned around with a smile.

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In stark contrast to the tranquil seaside town, this mining town built against the mountainside exudes a rugged atmosphere.

The gray-white stone houses were scattered about, and the shirtless miners carried shovels back and forth, the air filled with the pungent smell of sulfur mixed with sweat.

"It seems this Shura understands the principle of 'a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow,'" Wang Feng said coldly, surveying the bustling street.

Ye Chang covered her mouth and chuckled: "Master has it backwards~ It is precisely because he spared this town that he is even more suspicious."

"While people are going missing in surrounding towns, this place remains unscathed."

"I see." A look of understanding flashed in Wang Feng's eyes. "So his hideout—"

"It's in that mountain~" Ye Chang's red fingernails flashed dangerously in the sunlight. "Please come with me, Master."

...

After traversing a rugged mountain path, the two arrived at the entrance of an abandoned mine.

Vines climbed the mottled rock face, and the rotten wooden frame creaked in the wind.

A short figure wrapped in a tattered black robe was lingering at the cave entrance, and visibly trembled when he saw Wang Feng and Ye Chang approaching.

He glanced around warily and asked in a low voice, "Are you here for Lord Leng?"

“Exactly.” Ye Chang’s red lips curved slightly. “That madman Shura is preparing his ‘feast’ in here?”

After confirming their identities, the man in black robes let out a long sigh of relief, straightening his hunched back slightly: "That's right! That bastard locked all the people he captured in the deepest part of the mine."

He rubbed his withered fingers together, a glimmer of hope in his eyes: "Really... really can we use him to bring back Lord Leng Jue?"

"This is a deal personally promised by the Pope." Ye Chang toyed with the end of her hair, her tone languid yet undeniable. "Don't you even believe the Pope's words?"

Upon hearing this, the short man became excited, his chapped lips trembling uncontrollably: "Alright! Come with me!"

As he turned around, he added anxiously, "Stay close! The cave is full of warning spells set up by Shura. If we're not careful, we'll alert them!"

The deep mine shaft, like a gaping maw ready to devour its inhabitants, gradually swallowed the three figures.

……

After traversing winding mine tunnels, led by the short man, the group finally arrived at a huge cavity carved deep into the rock.

The flickering candlelight cast distorted shadows onto the uneven rock face, shrouding the entire space in a sickly, dim light.

The strong stench of blood mixed with the foul smell of excrement hit me, making me want to vomit.

Dozens of stone cages made of iron bars were carved around the cave, and each cage, less than five square meters in size, contained seven or eight prisoners huddled together.

The condition of the male prisoners was particularly horrifying—they were emaciated, with murky eyeballs embedded in sunken eye sockets, and their bare skin clung tightly to their bones, as if some kind of evil magic had drained their life essence.

These living skeletons breathed mechanically, showing no reaction to the footsteps of the approaching people.

The female prisoners fared slightly better, but the bruises and whip marks revealed beneath their tattered clothes testified to the double torture they had endured.

Several women who were still conscious instinctively hugged themselves and shrank into the corner of the cage when they saw strangers. The clanging of the chains was particularly jarring in the cave.

Wang Feng's gaze sharpened, and an unyielding chill settled between his brows.

The despair permeating the air was almost tangible, and the cold, viscous mental pressure was even more intense than that faced by Croatia against Manchester United.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and a surge of immense spiritual power poured out from between his brows, instantly taking in the entire space—below the stone chamber was a mass grave! Layer upon layer of corpses piled up like mountains, the stark white bones gleaming phosphorescently in the darkness.

The man's twisted finger bones remained in a scratching posture, the woman's skull bore horrifying cracks, and most chillingly, the skeletons of infants curled up in a ball, scattered throughout the pile of corpses like carelessly discarded dolls.

Even more bizarrely, several demon skeletons were intertwined with human remains, as if telling a story of some forbidden fusion.

The dull thud of chains rattling came from the stone chamber next door.

Dozens of living people were hung upside down above the blood trough, with dark red bamboo tubes inserted into their wrists, and fresh blood gushing down the tubes into the stone urn below.

Their empty eyes were no different from those of livestock awaiting slaughter; even groaning was a luxury.

Deep within the cave, a frenzied, blood-red aura throbbed like a heartbeat, strangely intertwined with a wisp of pure human energy.

"This is... Shura's masterpiece?"

Wang Feng's killing intent was almost tangible, freezing even the air around him.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze sharp as a knife, piercing the short man who had led the way.

"Where is Shura?"

The short man trembled under his gaze, his throat tightened, and he swallowed unconsciously, stammering, "It's...it's in the innermost...the deepest stone chamber..."

"I see." Wang Feng nodded, his tone eerily calm. "Thank you."

After saying that, he walked straight into the depths of the stone chamber.

The short man breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn and run away when he suddenly felt his body lighten—his vision suddenly dropped, and he even saw his headless body still standing in the same spot.

"How is this going?"

Before his consciousness had faded, he had already fallen into darkness and met his end.

Ye Chang glanced at the rolled-off head, her expression indifferent, as if she had merely stepped on an ant.

She kept walking, following behind Wang Feng, towards the deepest stone chamber.

boom--!
Wang Feng didn't even bother to lift his hand; he simply snorted, and the heavy stone door shattered like paper, sending fragments flying and dust billowing everywhere.

The scene inside the stone chamber was finally fully revealed to the two of them—

A huge fleshy ball was coiled in the center, its surface covered with dense scarlet tentacles, each one wriggling like a living creature.

What's even more disgusting is that the fleshy ball is covered with hundreds of eyes, each with a different pupil—some cloudy, some ferocious—all staring intently at the intruder.

Below the fleshy mass stood a man in a scarlet coat—his skin was dark, his dreadlocks hung down, and he exuded a twisted and insane aura.

"Ok?"

Shura slowly turned his head, and when he saw Wang Feng and Ye Chang, he was first stunned, then grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

"Heh... Where did this rat come from, daring to trespass on my territory?" He licked his lips, a morbid excitement gleaming in his eyes. "Fine, since it's here, it might as well become part of my masterpiece!"

Before the words were finished, the hundred-eyed fleshy ball suddenly erupted, and dozens of tentacles shot out like sharp arrows, heading straight for Wang Feng and Ye Chang!

"Disgusting stuff." Wang Feng's voice was low and cold. "This dares to call itself a masterpiece?"

"boom--!!!"

With a muffled thud, the ball of flesh suddenly expanded violently, and then, to Shura's astonishment, it exploded!
The foul-smelling blood and flesh splattered like a torrential rain, instantly turning the entire stone chamber dark red.

Shura's smile froze on his face, his pupils contracted sharply, and he slowly lowered his head—

His "masterpiece" vanished in an instant!
"You...you dare to ruin me..."

Before he could finish speaking, everything went black—a fist came crashing down like a meteorite!

"Die, you scum."

Wang Feng's voice was like the pronouncement of death.

(End of this chapter)