The Princess to Eight Uncles Chapter 922

Uriah let out a scream of agony!

Pablo had somehow made an opening in his neck, and was ripping the skin slowly off his face!

Uriah hurled the bell in his hand at Pablo, pressing it firmly against Pablo’s body!

Yet the next second, Pablo gripped the bell in his hand!

Pablo took the bell away without breaking a sweat, studying it carefully.

“You killed me, but you’re trying to ward me off with my own creation.” Pablo smirked. “Uriah, didn’t you want to outshine me? What, you couldn’t even make your own bell, still using the one I gave to you?”

“You really… you really do disgust me.”

Pablo’s gaze darkened, and the bell in his hands turned to dust ast once!

Uriah was trembling from head to toe. This bell was a national treasure, and the only people in the kingdom who had one were him and the emperor… but now Pablo had just crushed it so easily!

What… what had he turned into…!

Before Uriah could have a second thought, he was flung into the air!

Thump—

A shelf was knocked to the floor, the vase on it shattering as well.

The sage powder in the vase was emptied all over the floor.

Sage was useful in warding off evil spirits. Uriah grabbed a handful of it, throwing it in front of him!

Uriah seemed to have lost his mind, flailing about as he hurled handful after handful of sage powder into the air as he shrieked his head off.

“Die… you’re going to die!”

“I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you!”

The sage powder turned red as it hit the air, like the bloody fog that had come out of Nana’s head when it was chopped off.

The house fell silent, and the pale figure disappeared all of a sudden.

Uriah’s chest heaved heavily. His eyes were wide as he looked in front of him. Sure enough, Pablo was nowhere to be seen.

He let out a sigh of relief, before the burning pain from his face got to him. He got to his feet trembling, taking a look at his face in the mirror…

All that could be seen was that half his face had been torn off, dripping with blood. The other half was not much better off at all, covered in terrifying gashes.

“Argh…”

Uriah’s fingers trembled, but he did not dare to touch himself. The pain was so overwhelming that he nearly fainted.

“Does it really hurt that bad?” Pablo’s voice rang next to Uriah’s ear.

Uriah’s chest lurched as he widened his eyes.

In the mirror, Pablo leaned forward right next to him. “Nana was in a lot more pain when you chopped her head off. Reuben was in a lot more pain when you drove that sword through his chest…”

“Pablo… you, you…” Uriah found that he could not speak.

Pablo chuckled. “You want to know why I’m not dead, don’t you?”

“Bit of a stupid question, no?”

“How was I going to enter your house if I’d just died so easily?”

There were twelve spirit beasts guarding the various doors of the Phillips household. There was a guard amulet on every door as well, as well as one buried by every flight of stairs…

Despite all of that, he had made it here. Would it make sense for Pablo to be afraid of a little sage powder?

Pablo raised his hands slowly, this time pressing them on Uriah’s skull!

“Uriah Phillips. Do you know what the past ten years have been like for me? I spend every waking hour thinking of wringing your head from your shoulders!”

He stared at Uriah in the mirror. “But now I think I don’t want to do that anymore…”

Uriah was trembling from head to toe. “Yes, yes, Pablo. We’re brothers, you can’t do that to me…”

Pablo barked out a laugh. “You’ve gotten it wrong. I meant, I’d be going easy on you if I just did that in one go.”

“So I guess I’ll just go a little at a time!”

Just as the words rang through the air, Uriah felt a coolness on his head. In the mirror, Pablo had opened the top of his head!

Uriah was scared out of his wits, letting out an agonized cry.

He could even see his brain moving in the mirror!

Pablo’s hands were covered in blood, but he made a shushing gesture. “Don’t panic, don’t panic. I’m here to promise you… you won’t die.”

Uriah’s cries woke some people up. A white-haired man who could barely stand up straight hobbled his way over.

Only for such a tragic sight to greet him!

It was bad enough that Uriah’s face was covered in blood, but the top of his head was missing! Pablo was next to him, holding a pale-looking thing with sticky black hair on top of it…

That was the top of Uriah’s skull!

Everyone was scared out of their wits, stumbling backwards. Old Mr. Phillips nearly stopped breathing at the sight, only returning to his senses after a while.

“P… Pablo Belmont!” Master Phillips’ expression was one of pure shock. “How did you…”

Pablo raised the top of Uriah’s head in his hands, beaming at it. “How did I come back, right?”

“What do you think, my dear mentor? How’d you think I’d come back!”

Pablo stared the elder in front of him down.

Master Philips paused for a while, before saying sharply, “Pablo, you’ve already died. You have no place here, you’re causing trouble in humankind! Leave, right now!”

“As your master, I don’t want to make a big deal out of this!”

His expression was ashen, thinking that he would be able to threaten Pablo as his master just like before…