The Romance of the Immortal Cauldron

Chapter 2259 Meng Su's Backhand

Matthew's eyes were as sharp as a knife, fixed on the man in front of him.

The man's face was covered with sweat of fear and despair.

His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but only low whimpers came out of his throat.

Matthew slowly raised his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly, as if drawing an invisible spell in the air.

His movements seemed gentle, but they carried a suffocating sense of oppression.

The man's pupils suddenly contracted and his body involuntarily shrank back, as if he had sensed the coming terror.

"What...what do you want to do?" The man's voice was hoarse and trembling, with a hint of his last struggle.

Matthew did not answer, but just stared at him coldly, without any emotion in his eyes.

His palm slowly fell and finally pressed on the man's crown.

At that moment, the man's body suddenly stiffened, as if he was firmly locked by an invisible force and could no longer move at all.

"Soul Searching Technique."

Matthew whispered these three words, his voice as cold as ice.

As his words fell, a powerful mental force surged into the man's mind like a tide.

The man's eyes widened instantly, and endless pain and fear were reflected in his pupils.

A heart-wrenching scream emanated from his throat, the sound echoing in the cave, as if even the air was torn apart.

The intense pain caused the man's body to twist violently. His limbs struggled frantically, and his hands kept swinging, making a harsh friction sound.

However, no matter how he struggled, Matthew's palm remained like an iron clamp, firmly clasped on his crown, not moving at all.

"Let...let me go!" The man's voice had become hoarse, filled with endless pleading and despair.

Matthew's eyes remained cold, as if the man in front of him was just a lifeless puppet.

His mental power continued to penetrate into the man's mind, like a poisonous snake, wantonly devouring the man's memory and consciousness.

The man's screams gradually became lower, and were replaced by a roar like a wild beast, full of primitive pain and rage.

"Matthew! I will not let you go even if I become a ghost!" The man's voice suddenly became sharp and resentful, as if he had used up his last bit of strength and uttered a final curse.

Matthew's eyes froze slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

His palm was still firmly pressed on the man's crown, not shaken at all by the man's curse.

However, just when the soul-searching technique was about to end, the man's body suddenly trembled violently, and then quickly deflated like a deflated ball.

Matthew's palm loosened slightly, and the man's body collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud.

His skin turned gray, his muscles atrophied, and his bones seemed to have lost their support in an instant, and his whole body turned into a shriveled bag of skin.

"Meng Su..."

Matthew whispered the name, with a hint of mixed emotions in his voice.

His gaze fell on the muddy corpse, and a barely perceptible fluctuation flashed in his eyes.

A moment later, Matthew flicked his fingers lightly, and a ball of purple flame flew out from his fingertips and landed on the shriveled corpse.

As soon as the flame touched the corpse, it spread rapidly, making a crackling sound.

The purple flame seemed to have life, greedily devouring the corpse and burning it into a pile of ashes.

During the calcination process of the flames, a pungent stench wafted out from the corpse and filled the entire stone chamber.

The smell was like a sickening mixture of rotting flesh and burnt leather.

Matthew seemed not to smell it and still stood there quietly, his eyes deep and cold.

The flames gradually died out, leaving only a pile of black ashes on the ground. The air was filled with a burnt smell mixed with a pungent stench, which was nauseating.

Matthew stood there, his eyes downcast, staring at the pile of ashes.

His expression was stern, but deep in his eyes there was a hint of complex emotions.

"Meng Su..."

He whispered the name again, his voice low and hoarse, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

Matthew closed his eyes, and the image of Meng Su before his death involuntarily appeared in his mind.

Those eyes, filled with hatred, stared at him intently, as if they wanted to drag his soul into hell as well.

Meng Su's curse still echoed in his ears, carrying with it endless hatred and unwillingness.

"Matthew! Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go!"

That voice was like a poisonous snake entwined in his heart, and could not be shaken off.

A complex emotion surged in Matthew's heart, including the pleasure of revenge and an inexplicable emptiness.

"Even if I become a ghost, you won't let me go?"

Matthew whispered to himself, a sneer on his face, with a hint of sarcasm and disdain.

His voice was low and cold, as if mocking Meng Su's ignorance and naivety.

"Unfortunately, you don't even have the chance to be a ghost."

After saying that, Matthew waved his arm, and a strong wind suddenly blew up, blowing away the ashes on the ground.

The ashes floated in the air and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace.

Silence returned to the cave, as if nothing had happened.

However, Matthew's heart was not at peace.

He knew that the man in front of him was not the real Meng Su, but just a remnant of Meng Su's soul attached to a puppet body.

This man was originally a demon in the Nascent Soul stage with considerable strength, but he was unknowingly invaded by Meng Su's residual soul and became his puppet.

Meng Su's remaining soul took advantage of the fact that the restrictions in the outside world were broken and quietly sneaked into this place.

He witnessed with his own eyes the scene where the four beast kings were attacked by the terrifying monster, and he also speculated that Matthew would definitely come to look for the four beast kings.

So, he set up a magic circle here in advance, trying to use the power of the magic circle to kill Matthew here.

It’s a pity that Meng Su still underestimated Matthew’s strength.

Even though he was just a remnant soul, Meng Su was still very cunning, but he was ultimately unable to confront Ma Zheng head-on.

The magic circle was broken, the puppet body was destroyed, and Meng Su's last hope was shattered.

Matthew stood there, frowning slightly.

He thought he had completely dealt with Meng Su that day, but he didn't expect that the other party still had such a trick up his sleeve.

As for when Meng Su tampered with the puppet's body, Matthew did not find any relevant memory from the soul-searching technique.

This made him feel a little uneasy.

"Meng Su...how many tricks do you have?" Matthew murmured in a low voice, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

He didn't think Meng Su had much room to maneuver.

After all, Meng Su's situation is not optimistic.

His body had been destroyed long ago, and the power of his residual soul was almost gone. Being able to control a Nascent Soul stage monster was already his limit.

However, even so, Matthew still did not dare to take it lightly.

He had experienced Meng Su's cunning and cruelty many times.