40 Ruthless

Crr…Crackk! The little girl's head was actually forcefully twisted a full 270 degrees by Alvian! Within the neck area shot forth a mess of light blue gas, followed by smoke billowing out. It was as though Alvian had actually been thrusted into an icy plain that was pure Zero degree celsius, as his body trembled and shivered uncontrollablely.

Under normal circumstances, unless it had completely lost the ability to resist, it was impossible for a normal person to forcefully twist the head of a general ghost into such an ugly and sorry state even if the person possess immerse strength since a normal person would be unable to see a ghost boy to talk about touching one. However, Alvian utilized his Outburst attribute which gave him sort sort of unexplainable ability and not wasting a single chance, laying down such a frightening pitfall for the General ghost!

The little girl stubbornly struggled on, however, it had already lost control of itself, as though it was drunk as it stumbled around clumsily.

Massive stretch marks started to appear on the little's girls neck as they elongated and the flesh started to tear, stretched by pure strength from Alvian as he forcefully pulled the head upwards.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The little girl's hand suddenly rotated and twisted backwards as though her body wasn't made of bones but of noodles. The little girl immediately punched at Alvian's exposed waist.

BANG!

"Hmph!"

Alvian was an enraged and injured wild beast. His breathing was loud and distinct, within his gaze was an indomitable murderous intent that was both silent and deadly, he grunted but he refused to let go. His muscles trembled violently as he stopped holding back, using all of his strength!

BANG!

[You have received an attack from the Pseudo General ghost]

[You've been inflicted with the Cryo Touch. Your health is rapidly declining!]

The ghost slammed his back repeated on the wall, all the while slamming its fist on his waist. The distinct and loud collision of metal sounds masked the softer flesh pounding sounds in the air. If this was a normal general ghost, then Alvian might probably be dead after receiving such blows over ten times in a row.

However, Alvian was a cornered wild beast that neglected huge external blows to his body just to kill his opponent, a wild beast that was currently panting heavily with blood spilling out from his lips.

Alvian tolerated the searing chilling pain, grabbing at the hardened skull of the little ghost. With an explosive battle roar, his body muscles tensed up and bulged, swelling as hard as iron with red green veins popping up, as he finally uprooted the head from its shoulders.

Ahhhhh!!!

Riiiiiiiiiip!!!

The sounds of clothes tearing and the horrific scream of a little girl bounced off the old sturdy walls of the passage, traveling far to the ears of those nearby.

The head of the little girl was forcefully separated from her body by Alvian with sheer strength. Greenish liquid splashed on Alvian's chest as a head the size of a small football with spine still attached to it was raised to the by Alvian's own hands like a trophy. Not three seconds later, a copious amount of ashes flooded to the ground and the body and head of the little girl exploded into ashes, not leaving a single thing but her residue behind.

However three objects fell to the ground on Alvian's ashes half buried body. Alvian's face was entirely pale with blood in his lips, the clothing on his waist had been torn and there were several blue and purple fist imprint on his waist that seem to have been infected by something.

Alvian ignored this little injury and his eyes glinted with a hint of madness, this was what he was searching for, he deeply enjoyed the thrills of battle, the crazy Adrenaline that gush into your every being just at the entrance of death, this sort of living was thoroughly fulfilling and always had been. The feeling of being able to trample on his enemy after being just a single mistake away from death was exhilarating. Shouldn't everyone on earth experience what he was currently feeling? This feeling of pleasure and thrill. But instead, they called him a psychopath.

[You have eliminated a pseudo general ghost.]

Finally, the courtyard had gone silent. Groaning, Alvian had just managed to stand up when a couple of guards burst open the door, rushing towards him.

"The young master has been attacked!"

"Protect the young master!" The guards formed a circle with him as the center while three guards separated from the group, trying to assist Alvian up.

Alvian's expression was indifferent. He slapped away the hands reaching to assist him and said. "Clean this place up, I need to meet with Father."

The guards hurriedly nodded their heads. "The family head is also waiting outside, I will tell him to come inside since it's safe now."

"No need, I will go meet him outside." Alvian replied, he was starting to feel the pain spread from his skin, directly to his internal organ bit by bit. The proceed was slow but it was also steady and not relenting.

Alvian had tried regulating his body's temperature to get rid of the intense cold but the chilling cold was quite troublesome to deal with as it seem to be spreading rapidly to his internal organs. Regulating his breathing to control his body's temperature only succeeded in slowing down the process but it wasn't a permanent solution to the problem.

If the intense coldness managed to seep into his kidney or heart, his organ would fail and he could possibly die when that happens.

But he knew nothing about what he had just encountered, the only person he knew who had an idea about it was Zhen Tian, and he was going to extract the information from him. And possibly find out the best way to get rid of the intense coldness.

"Son! What has happened to you!?" Third Aunt immediately jumped at Alvian's rough and worn out appearance. Most of the household had woken up due to the loud noise and inhuman screaming coming from Alvian's courtyard. They gazed at Alvian fearfully and with curiosity written all over their faces.

Zhen Tian was standing at the side, gazing at Alvian with relief on his face, but there was also confusion and concern in his expression as he stood there along with the others.

"Alright, that's enough, Dong Qi. He had had it rough, he needs to rest." Zhen Tian immediately cut the third aunt away, giving Alvian a breather.

"We need to talk father." Alvian blatantly stated.

Zhen Tian gazed at Alvian for a moment, before eventually nodded his head. "We need to talk. Let's head over to my courtyard. There are somethings not appropriate for the mundane mind to listen."

Alvian nodded his head as he finally escaped from third aunt's motherly anxiousness and worry.

Inside Zhen Tian courtyard, both Alvian and Zhen Tian sat opposite each other, making the entire courtyard silent.