Seeing this, Xu Fei couldn’t help but feel a bit stunned.
His surprise wasn’t just because the samurai sword, treated as a mere weapon by the voodoo master, had turned on its master.
What shocked him more was that the voodoo master seemed to genuinely believe he could have a proper chat with the sword!
Even with Xu Fei’s Yang energy, their communication was limited to a vague, instinctive understanding, nothing concrete.
Yet the voodoo master looked like he expected the sword to pipe up and hold a conversation!
But what happened next left Xu Fei even more gobsmacked, because the samurai sword actually spoke!
“Hmph! With your pathetic strength, you dare call me Lord Evil King? I’m not having it!”
A faint voice echoed through the air, followed by a gathering of true qi that formed a ghost face above the sword.
This ghost face was different from the ones the voodoo master had summoned before, far more ferocious and menacing, with a striking feature, three cherry blossoms marked over its left eye.
At the sight of this ghost face, the voodoo master’s attitude shifted to one of utter reverence.
His injuries were far worse than before, yet he didn’t care. Even kneeling in worship strained his wounds, blood seeping out, but he pressed on regardless.
“Lord Evil King… Lord Evil King, please calm your anger. I’m not as useless as you say! At least my cursing plan is nearly complete, over halfway done!”
The voodoo master finished speaking and looked up eagerly at the ghost face, as if hoping for praise.
But clearly, this ghost face representing Lord Evil King wasn’t buying it.
“Rubbish! I’m the one who gave you the cursing task, so I know exactly how far you’ve got!”
“You might’ve been close to ninety percent before, but according to the latest info, your plan’s been wrecked. You’ve failed!”
The voodoo master scrambled to explain, dragging himself forward on his knees, but the ghost face gave him no chance.
“Get lost! I’d never keep a useless fool like you by my side, not ever! Give it up!”
The voice faded, and the ghost face hovering in the air dissolved into true qi, vanishing. The samurai sword clattered to the ground.
When Xu Fei heard the ghost face say the voodoo master’s plan had been ruined, his heart stirred slightly.
For someone with a weaker resolve, standing here, they might’ve felt a pang of guilt.
After all, it was Xu Fei’s interference that had derailed the voodoo master’s scheme.
But Xu Fei wasn’t some greenhorn fresh out of the gate. His heart had long hardened into iron, tempered and strong.
Back when he was still in the military, he’d occasionally fall into enemy traps, facing threats and temptations.
Even then, his resolve hadn’t wavered, let alone now.
Xu Fei knew full well that if he hadn’t stumbled onto this voodoo master’s cursing plot, countless innocent people might’ve suffered down the line.
As for the voodoo master, his heart was drowning in despair.
