276 The Rise and Fall of the Royal City

Time seemed to stand still in my mind for a moment; I could only vaguely remember the 'feeling,' 'how,' 'time,' and 'how'.

Yun Shuni felt instantly more shy and embarrassed than ever before. Listening to such vulgar words, and seeing such a beautiful and ethereal woman, her eyes glazed over.

Without much thought, someone asked, "Sister Xixi, how old are you?"

The words had just been spoken when I immediately realized they were inappropriate. In that instant, I felt how wrong I had been to speak so bluntly and without thinking. I wanted to take them back, but it was too late.

Xixi showed no blame whatsoever. With a touch of innocence and nostalgia, she considered it seriously and said, "I think I was a child when I was alive, but I don't remember anything after that. As for now, I don't remember exactly how many years have passed, but I guess it's been over a thousand years."

At this moment, there is no longer the deep sadness and sorrow of before, but only a faint sense of nostalgia, as if gently turning the pages of the past, the memories lingering in the mind, page by page, bit by bit, as if a thousand years have passed, to savor and cherish, yet as if in the blink of an eye, it can never come again.

Looking back, all those past joys, sorrows, and anxieties have vanished in the blink of an eye, like smoke in the wind. Time is unforgiving and cannot be turned back. Only faint memories remain, as if fragments from a distant past are now irretrievable. Only faint traces remain.

In my eyes, I look at the person I hold dear in my heart. It's just a fleeting, simple glance, but it's a moment that will last forever. Some people, you only need to look once for a lifetime. A warm feeling instantly arises from the bottom of my heart.

The beauty admired him, and his joy was palpable. He glanced back at her and nodded gently, as if it were an infinite promise, or perhaps a responsibility and a burden.

My path is destined to be fraught with bloodshed; I have no choice but to slay evil and obtain what I desire. Otherwise, if I become an executioner one day, I will reap the harvest after the blade falls, and turn against my master once more. Life is full of ups and downs, and I may not even be able to achieve what I want.

Only by forging ahead bravely, never betraying one's conscience, not striving to be a saint, seeking what one desires, finding peace in what one desires, and protecting those one wishes to protect—that is all. It is simple and clear. The affairs of the world should be handled by all people. How could a mere swordsman have such lofty ideals?

I draw back a curtain of dreams, promising a lifetime of beauty. I rush about, just to spend every day with you. I will not fail the deep kindness of my beloved.

After hearing this, the girls remained silent. They were all in the prime of their lives, with unparalleled beauty and youthful charm, as radiant as spring blossoms. Looking back now, they were so innocent and naive, seeking only one person to settle down with and grow old together. Isn't this what people today desire?

Demons and monsters, people sometimes disappearing or leaving only skeletons, the horrifying scenes are still vivid in my mind. For example, in the royal city before, it never stopped. Ordinary people are as weak as ants.

Here, the great man vanquished evil and demons, his slaughter gradually chilling the surrounding area. Two-legged sheep, demon kings, and evil spirits were all annihilated with a single stroke. The entire wilderness was terrified.

Previously, there were some bandits and thieves who came to scout the place, but now, they are all terrified and their killings make those with ill intentions feel chills down their spines. It is as if, upon arriving here, their hearts go weak and their whole body trembles, as if there is an immense terror waiting for them to come and deliver themselves to their doorstep.

The reputation of the master of this place is like a surging wave, a howling wind, or the descent of a god. Holding a gentleman's knife, he roars, and the roar that echoes between heaven and earth is like the creation of the world. He descends like a god, and with one strike, he annihilates evil and heretics. His aura deeply impacts the hearts of those who watch, terrifying them to the very soul and filling them with endless fear.

This place is now filled with many merchants. From cautiously exploring the area at the beginning, they are now even more careful and cautious, conducting business in a well-behaved manner, fearing that they might be killed. They don't believe that their master will avenge them after they die.

There are multiple Martial Kings here, not to mention the master's strength. Above the Martial Kings, one cannot say that there is a Martial Emperor.

Even if they were just Martial Kings or Martial Emperors, they were beings I could not look up to. After I died, my master's family would probably blame me for inviting such a big trouble.

The sword cleaved Huangtu County, Wanzhou, and the prefect of Dalong Prefecture. All of this was as if a single stroke had cleaved the entire world, leaving people terrified and trembling. The sword was like a whirlwind, a torrential rain, and an earthquake, sweeping across the universe.

The slaughter was so fierce that rivers of blood flowed, flesh and blood flew everywhere, knives were wielded indiscriminately, heads fell to the ground, and thousands revered them. The slaughter was so devastating that birds vanished from the mountains, and human tracks disappeared from every path. The slaughter terrified even ghosts and gods, and shook heaven and earth. The slaughter caused the wind and rain to change color, and the world to lose its light.

His blade cleaved three lands, each more powerful than the last; it cleaved heaven and earth, shocking the four seas and eight wastelands; his fame was astonishing, known throughout the world, and no one was unaware of his power.

The name 'He Chen' has not yet spread as widely as it once did, but it has now begun to reach the attention of those who are interested. At first, it was just the first time they heard of it, and it has been completely unknown. Now, it has attracted their attention and even their inexplicable fear.

Arrogance, haughtiness, pride, conceit, conceit; all the previous skepticism has now transformed into a mindset of seeking revenge without letting things linger, and a ruthless style of action.

It's true that a villain's revenge doesn't wait overnight; he can't wait even a moment longer. There's no such thing as a gentleman's "ten years is not too late." Only by settling scores on the spot, leaving no future troubles or regrets, can one truly pay for their debts in blood, without delay or leaving any way out.

His increasingly formidable strength, his increasingly troublesome forces and personal cultivation, and his swift and decisive action to settle scores, leaving no regrets in the world.

Compared to the Holy Emperor of yesteryear, he is even more ruthless, decisive, cold-blooded, resolute, and without hesitation.

It seemed as if they were heartless and devoid of compassion. A stubborn and resolute spirit, as if their fate was in their own hands!

It was as if he were saying, "I want this sky to no longer obscure my vision, this earth to no longer bury my heart, all living beings to understand my will, and all Buddhas to vanish like smoke!"—unrestrained.

Reckless and unruly, utterly lacking in courtesy and consideration, enduring hardship for others, sacrificing oneself for others, bound by the constraints of loyalty, filial piety, and propriety. And what young man dares to act so recklessly!

Compared to the Great Sage Emperor of yesteryear, he is even more unfettered, unrestrained, unconventional, and carefree, without any worries, unbound by any aristocratic family or clan, unaffected by the hierarchical etiquette of aristocratic families since childhood, and without the lofty morality of aristocratic families in governing people and countries, sacrificing one person for the sake of everyone.

Back then, the Holy Emperor was chosen by many forces to serve him. He had a certain background, no matter how low it was. He was barely fed and clothed, and he had a tiled house. How could he understand the feelings of those who ate grass roots and soil?

It's not the peasants who are truly rooted in this. There's only sympathy, not genuine empathy!