306 The Rise and Fall of the Royal City (Thirty-Five Chapters)

Before his eyes, the pink skull was split open, thunder roared, as if it had encountered its nemesis, and it howled sharply into the sky before gently falling down, as if it had finally been freed.

The departing crowd suddenly realized what had happened. The old man shouted, "Everyone, come quick! Murder! It's that villain Jingcun again! Everyone, come quick!"

Suddenly, a dense horde of people and skeletons appeared from all directions, followed by floating ghosts with blue faces, fangs, and sharp claws, their eyes filled with greed and a hint of fear as they gazed at the delicious food.

The old man came to the woman's side, prostrated himself on the ground and cried, "Everyone come quickly! This is the villain who killed my wife."

My wife, being kind, thought he was alone and prepared noodles for him, but this man was utterly heartless and actually killed her.

What he said was so true and real that it brought tears to the eyes of those who heard it. The women around him were dressed in coarse cloth, some carrying rolling pins, and some carrying carrying poles.

At this moment, they all spoke sternly and harshly, saying, "This person truly deserves to die; how could he be so heartless and barking like a dog? He would be better off committing suicide to atone for his sins."

'You worthless thing, why don't you surrender immediately, kneel down and not get up? Don't you have any shame?'

Greedy eyes stared intently at the alluring aroma of the food, eager to possess it like wolves. A voice inside them seemed to urge them on, as if promising immense benefits.

"Eat it, and you can break free from this place's constraints, leave this world, and go to the human world, where countless pigs and sheep await your consumption. Go quickly!"

Some stared greedily, peering intently, their greed unstoppable, and needing no hindrance. Then another voice spoke: 'Devour it, and you will be reborn.'

From the abode of the ghost's soul, a voice beckoned, 'Quickly possess him, and you can be reborn in his body.'

These simple words express the longing of all the deceased: to once again enjoy vegetables and fruits, the simple pleasures of life. How wonderful!

Slowly, slowly, circle after circle, the skeletons and ghosts, now seemingly allies, surrounded the area layer by layer. The food inside had no chance of escape.

Finally, no longer concealing itself, the sphere, hidden somewhere in the distance, now gazed at the person entering with resentful, greedy eyes, filled with intense longing—a young physique, handsome appearance, and strong muscles.

Filled with intense jealousy, she thought, 'They're all mine, all mine! If I devour you, I can leave this place. Yes, if I devour you, I'll be free. This place can no longer hold me captive.'

An inner voice kept reminding it, indescribable yet so clear, 'And those two beautiful women, I want you to be inseparable from me for all eternity.'

A slight smile played on his lips, as if he could see himself leaving this place, taking over the body of the newcomer, and roaming freely and arrogantly in the world. What a beautiful longing.

There was no wind, no rain, his eyes were slightly narrowed, only thunderous fury. He held a large sword, the blade crackling with lightning and fire. With a light swing, the sword was as fast as lightning, flashing past the skeleton's eyes.

A row of skulls was thrown into the air in an astonishing parabola before exploding and scattering everywhere. They quickly burst into flames, like a raging inferno, and a trail of kill points drifted past.

In the distance, the ball team suddenly froze, their faces filled with astonishment, as if they couldn't believe it. Their minds were in turmoil as they thought, 'How is this possible? This power has disappeared. How is this possible?'

Oh, right, I also felt my power disappear just now, but nothing happened. Why is that?

Yes, swallow it, swallow it! If you can't swallow it, you must eat it.

Without pause, without thought, his movements were like the wind, his heavy steps as if venting his unbearable pain. After all, he was not yet numb. The entire village was wiped out. He had often heard of the hardships of the border regions, but now he knew them firsthand. He felt a nameless sadness and helplessness.

Today, whether it's a human or a ghost, even if the Yellow Emperor himself comes, he will leave their heads behind. He won't stop until he's severed their heads.

With each step, it seemed as if he would shatter the ground. With another swing of his sword, the skeleton in front of him was instantly cleaved in two. Wisps of sparks, like the nemesis of 3500 layers of lightning flames, burned instantly. As long as the skeleton remained, the lightning flames would not be extinguished.

The blade slashed sharply, cleanly cleaving the object in two; with a sweeping motion, another row appeared, a chillingly beautiful sight, like stars falling in the night. The explosion was like fireworks, illuminating the dark night sky!

Death is like the wind, the skeletons do not retreat, the ghosts want to retreat, but with orders before them and the oppression of those in power, they can only face death with equanimity. They cannot live well, nor can they die well; both are difficult.

The ghosts and skeletons surged forward like a tsunami, rushing in from all sides, their sharp claws attacking the body as the ghosts tried to enter and devour it!

Instead of retreating, he charged forward, wielding his broadsword. Like a sheep leading a pack of wolves, he was like a mountain, with overwhelming force. He swung his broadsword in a circle, like a giant wave, with boundless power, forming a tornado that annihilated the ghosts and skeletons rushing towards him from all sides.

The kill points drifted by like snowflakes!

As he circulated his inner energy, a dragon and tiger roared within his body. Suddenly, a sliver of moonlight shone in, reflecting cold light off the Gentleman's Blade. The light flowed slowly like thunder and fire dragons, as if they were alive.

The three-zhang space was completely cleaved open. With a leap, the greatsword danced, the blade like a tornado, explosive power, a swift shadow, a thousand slashes with a single strike, the blade light flashing, forming dazzling light and shadow, like fireworks exploding, or lightning piercing the darkness.

A sharp, piercing sound rang out, making the air tremble. It was deep and shocking, as if the space itself had shattered. The greatsword slashed through, and the skeletons and ghosts were all split in two, their bones flying everywhere!

The attack was relentless and unwavering; the blade light instantly filled the entire space. After a thousand slashes, all the skeletons vanished. They lay on the ground, their white bones a testament to the silence that had witnessed everything that had transpired.

The ghost did not disappear. At this moment, without any suppression, it seemed to flee from the instinctive fear and trembling!

They all tried to flee, but the sword, slashing a thousand times, seemed to pierce through the clouds, swift as a shooting star, leaving the ghosts nowhere to hide. The sword descended with the force of thunder, and even the ghosts could not withstand it. In an instant, the ghosts were cleaved in two.

With a single slash, its power was boundless, like a thunderbolt, as swift as a whirlwind, cleaving everything in two.

The broadsword slashed horizontally with immense force, instantly turning the fleeing ghost into a bloody pulp. Ashes littered the ground; the surrounding area was utterly empty, a sense of desolation and loss rising within him.