<h4>Chapter 2398: Chapter 2398: Heart Demon</h4>


    "No!"


    Faust Beaumont shouted, throwing the Yellow Lotus Shadow away with both hands.


    "Master, what’s wrong?" Isaak Ridge said, holding onto his shotgun as he quickly returned to the cave.


    Outside, a formation was in operation, and those pursuing them couldn’t find the ce for the time being.


    "Nothing... nothing..." Faust Beaumont’s face was pale, his lips incessantly trembling.


    "Master, are you sure there’s no problem?" Isaak Ridge was full of doubt. His master was usually the calmest of people, rarely losing hisposure like this.


    "It’s fine. Keep an eye outside. I’m going to delve into the mysteries inside," Faust Beaumont took a deep breath, seated himself cross-legged on the ground, clenching his hands into fists.


    He was utterly shocked.


    The moment his palm struck down, he even felt like he had already died.


    The sense of crisis and oppression was overwhelmingly real.


    Faust Beaumont considered himself powerful, never having encountered an opponent since leaving the mountains who could make him feel such dread.


    Not even when sparring with Julius Reed had he felt this sense of oppression.


    After calming himself, Faust Beaumont extended his hand and picked up the Yellow Lotus Shadow he had thrown in front of him.


    This time, he was prepared.


    The more dangerous it was, the more it indicated something great inside.


    Risk and opportunity go hand in hand.


    Faust Beaumont closed his eyes and allowed his Divine Sense to sink into the Yellow Lotus Shadow once more.


    This time, he saw no deity figure.


    Nor did he see a palm.


    There was nothing inside,pletely void.


    But gradually, a person appeared inside.


    The person was illusory, as Faust Beaumont couldn’t see his face clearly.


    He could only make out a hazy outline.


    When this outline began to box, Faust Beaumont’s heart almost stopped!


    He knew his opportunity had arrived!


    This was a mystical encounter!


    Faust Beaumont focused intently, watching the outline below.


    He memorized every move and stance!


    Unknowingly, three hours passed.


    Faust Beaumont moved the Yellow Lotus Shadow aside and took a deep breath.


    He was physically and mentally exhausted.


    Yet despite this, Faust Beaumont stood up, starting to mimic the outline’s moves.


    Channeling force, striking blows.


    Practicing every move over and over.


    Time flew by, and before he knew it, it was night.


    "Master, seven groups have passed outside and haven’t found us. But now, some have turned back, and we should leave immediately." Isaak Ridge said seriously, holding his gun.


    Their situation was bing increasingly dire.


    Amoner bearing a treasure invites trouble.


    Within just a few hours, the news of Faust Beaumont possessing a great treasure leaked rampant.


    Rumors even stated that whoever acquired it could build a second great power like the Eastern Land Family!


    In no time, martial artists flocked over, beginning their pursuit of the treasure.


    "No matter, it’s a good opportunity for me to test the cultivation technique I gained from inside."


    Faust Beaumont donned a clean robe, led his people out of the cave, stood amidst the forest, and disbanded the formation.


    A group of them stood there boldly.


    Ten minutester.


    Over a dozen martial artists rushed over wielding knives.


    When they saw Faust Beaumont, who had been waiting for them, they were very surprised.


    "Oh, we’ve searched everywhere only to find you here! Why are you not running?" the leading man said, patting his chest with the back of his sword whileughing: "What, can’t run anymore?"


    For a whole day, thousands chased Faust Beaumont and his group, tiring out any normal person.


    But Faust and his followers, using abination of formation and martial arts, managed to take down over two hundred people.


    Even so, everyone believed that Faust Beaumont was utterly exhausted, unable to run anymore.


    And now, they finally ran into him.


    Whoever acquired the treasure would be the next Faust Beaumont, pursued by others.


    So, the man wanted a swift victory.


    Behind him, there were still several teams waiting.


    "Hand over the treasure, and I’ll grant you a quick death," the man raised his de, pointing it at Faust Beaumont.


    Leaving survivors was out of the question.


    They needed to use Faust Beaumont to distract others, ensuring they could take the treasure away safely.


    "You think you can?" Faust Beaumont stood with his hands behind his back, his white robe spotless.


    Standing in the forest, he was a very conspicuous sight.


    "I know you’re formidable. Under normal circumstances, I’m no match for you. But now, you’re a spent arrow, so stop pretending," the man said, gripping his sword firmly: "Charge, kill him!"


    He then led the charge!


    Quick and strike, valuing every moment.


    As he moved, Faust Beaumont made his move!


    Just like his name.


    Wind and Thunder, Ten Thousand Catties!


    The moves in Faust Beaumont’s mind shed over and over!


    Boom!


    He threw a punch!


    This punch made the surrounding trees rustle loudly!


    The sound of wind was everywhere!


    The man’s sword hadn’t even touched Faust Beaumont when the aura shattered it directly!


    It shattered into pieces!


    Pieces flew back, embedding into the bodies of the man’spanions.


    Instantly, corpses littered the ground.


    "You..." the man stood dumbfounded on the spot.


    "Master, is this the manuscript inside the Yellow Lotus Shadow?" Isaak Ridge’s eyes glinted with fervor.


    He knew his master’s abilities, but to reach such an exaggeration in a few hours!


    Isaak Ridge couldn’t contain his excitement.


    Even Faust Beaumont, after all the ups and downs he had been through, was thrilled!


    Too powerful!


    One punch!


    Just one punch!


    "Mr. Beaumont, spare me!"


    Thud!


    The man knelt on the ground, kowtowing incessantly.


    Witnessing the cultivation technique within the Yellow Lotus Shadow with his own eyes, he was utterly shocked with no trace of greed left.


    Just staying alive was enough of a luxury.


    "Heh, I can spare you, but..." Just as Faust Beaumont spoke, he felt his head spinning out of control!


    "Kill! Kill! Kill!"


    "Blood for blood!"


    "Violence for violence!"


    A series of phrases, from some unknown source, resounded endlessly in his ears.


    Faust Beaumont felt his head spinning, his consciousness growing muddled!


    Suddenly, his eyes turned red.


    With one step, he was before the man.


    "Please, don’t kill me..."


    As the man lowered his head, begging for mercy, Faust Beaumont grabbed him in an instant.


    sh!


    Faust Beaumont plunged both hands into the man’s body, tearing him open!


    Then, he extracted the organs!


    Sprout!


    The man spat out a mouthful of blood, his body convulsing uncontrobly, already on the verge of death.


    The surrounding disciples were terrified beyond belief.


    Yet Faust Beaumont paid no heed, arranging the organs on the ground.


    He ate them alive!


    To the knowledgeable eye, this was clearly a simple sacrificial ritual.


    "Ugh!" Isaak Ridge turned around, vomiting incessantly.


    Soon, Faust Beaumont, covered in blood, stood up with a satisfied smile on his face.


    As the smile faded, Faust Beaumont himself leaned against the tree, retching.


    "How can this be..." he mumbled to himself, his eyes still filled with lingering shock.


    "Master, you..." Isaak Ridge pointed at him, his face full of fear.


    "I’m... I’m fine." Faust Beaumont waved his hand, staring nkly at the night sky.