Chapter 5

Fan Su was a fallen cultivator measuring 6 foot tall and prominent scar run through the right part of his face, and he enjoyed killing people and torturing them just for fun. Their screams of pain and misery were music to his ear. However, he was careful in doing things. He didn't want spirit hall to know of his hobbies and chase him around like a dog.

It's true that he could kill the weak ones, but then he would have earned the ire of the strong one, and that would signifie that he would die.

Unfortunately for Fan Su he unded up sliping and was sentenced by spirit hall, but fortunately for him he pleaded that it was his first time so he escaped the death sentenced and was instead banished to Slaughter City.

The good thing for him is that he became a level 67 soul emperor with a wind wolf martial spirit, so he ended up enjoying his time a fair bit.

His days were spent in ruthless pursuit of power and dominance. Fan Su would engage in brutal battles, pitting himself against others, both in the Arena and in the unforgiving streets of the inner city. His wind wolf martial spirit became a symbol of fear, as it howled through the dark alleys and served as the harbinger of impending doom.

Fan Su's reputation grew, and his notoriety in Slaughter City became legendary. He instilled fear in the hearts of those who dared to cross his path, and soon his name was spoken in hushed whispers, a dread that hung in the very air.

As time passed, Fan Su's ruthless actions and sadistic nature turned him into an embodiment of the malevolence that thrived in Slaughter City. His reign of terror knew no bounds, and his feared reputation became a chilling reminder of the darkest depths that the city harbored. In Slaughter City, Fan Su found a twisted paradise, where his sadistic desires and lust for power were given free rein, making him a force to be reckoned with and a source of dread for all who knew his name.

That was till one day he met her, having a certain grace in her, she advanced and approached him step by step.

Fan Su had enough experience to immediately feel that something was wrong, he could guess that behind that dark cloak stood an outstanding beauty but it wasn't what pushed him to know that something was wrong, it was the look behind her dark eyes, it was a look that he was extremely familiar with, how could he not when he have the same eyes in front of his victims.

The realization caused him to be outrageous, but the fact that she was just a soul king having that look toward him a soul emperor made him extremely angry.

' A mere soul king has the guts to see me as a prey, I'm going to cripple her and then sell her as a sex slave. ' These were his thoughts while being possessed by his martial spirit, making him slightly bigger with clows and enhanced senses.

He observed the woman as she became an arachne. She had a lower body of a spider and upper body of a human.

The Arachne, with her nightmarish transformation, stood before him, a grotesque fusion of human and spider. Her form was a testament to the dark power coursing through her veins, a surreal melding of two worlds.

Her lower half was dominated by the sinister presence of eight long, spindly spider legs, each one terminating in sharp, pointed claws. They extended from her abdomen, their dark, chitinous surface gleaming menacingly in the dim light. These legs moved with an eerie, deliberate grace, giving her an unsettling and predatory aura.

Above this arachnid nightmare, her upper body retained a semblance of humanity, though twisted and contorted. Her arms extended with an unnatural length, the skin now covered in a shadowy exoskeleton, glistening black as obsidian. At her wrists, two additional spider legs sprouted, resembling cruelly elongated fingers, ending in razor-sharp points.

Her face bore the mark of her unholy transformation, with six silver eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intelligence. They gleamed with an unsettling and hypnotic radiance, each one fixated on Fan Su with a predatory focus. Her mandible, located below her waist, glistened menacingly, a cruel reminder of her newfound predatory nature.

Six other silver eyes were located slightly above her mandible, yet their size was bigger, and the glint in them was menacing.

The Arachne's presence was a stark testament to the horrifying possibilities of martial spirit possession. Her form exuded an aura of malevolence and power, a haunting fusion of human and spider, a grotesque tapestry of darkness and primal instincts. Fan Su gazed upon her, both captivated and repulsed by the monstrous entity that now stood before him.