499 The objects remain the same, but the person is gone.

Engulfed by thunder and fire, and amidst flashes of lightning and scorching heat, the surrounding air began to char. The old man from the Huai family was powerless to stop the flames from burning and gradually turned to ashes.

Within the flames, the ceaseless aura of thunder seemed to threaten the demons like never before. This aura instilled in them an extreme unease, as if it were a judgment from this world, leaving them nowhere to escape.

The aura of thunder carries a righteous and awe-inspiring power. Each clap of thunder seems to possess the power to purify all evil, making demons feel their power suppressed.

'That awful aura!' The Serpent Demon King quickly swung his arm to fling away the still-burning Huai family patriarch, but the moment he flung it away, half of his own arm flew off as well.

The demon's arm, as large as a square table, slammed into a nearby house with astonishing force. With a deafening crash, the house shattered into pieces, sending dust billowing into the air.

A deep pit slowly appeared, and the demon's five fingers, like five sharp swords, were pierced into it. The surrounding houses shook violently, and after a short while, several connected houses collapsed with a roar.

The Serpent Demon King was in excruciating pain, hissing shrilly. His face was contorted in agony, his eyes wide with disbelief. He gasped in a low voice, "How could you possibly break through my barrier?"

The spying power around them was still there, and with each glance, they found themselves in the passage leading to the serpent demon's sacrifice. It was indeed troublesome.

He gripped the Gentleman's Blade tightly in his hand, concentrating all his strength on the blade. The Thunder and Fire Twin Dragons formed a fiery whirlwind, causing the surrounding air to crackle and hiss like burning tinder. He charged forward head-on, each step carrying the force of a thunderbolt, as if he were shattering the very space beneath his feet.

On the blade, air currents swirled around the body, emitting whistling sounds. The Thunder and Fire Dragons surged forth with flames and lightning, hissing sharply. The greatsword swept across the air, aiming straight for the throat.

The Serpent King's eyes hardened, turning bloodshot. He knew he couldn't escape. With five claws like sharp swords, he blocked the attack head-on. Suddenly, the serpent's body exerted force, and its two pairs of claws pierced straight into He Chen's chest, determined to riddle him with holes.

Only then can one understand the resentment in one's heart.

He Chen neither dodged nor evaded. The blade aura suddenly extended to three zhang (approximately 13 meters) on the blade. With unparalleled speed, he slashed out with immense power, severing the claws and aiming for the throat. In an instant, the blade flashed, cleaving the neck in two.

The enormous claws landed instantly, carrying an unstoppable force and a murderous hatred, piercing the chest in a flash. A hint of smugness flashed in the eyes, followed by utter terror moments later.

As if crashing into an incredible barrier, the sounds of 'boom, boom' spread out unconsciously, accompanied by two deafening roars, followed by a series of buzzing echoes, which also sounded like deep and melodious sounds.

There was also a sense of solemnity and holiness, like the greatest sound being silent and the most elegant music being without melody.

He Chen's sword momentum didn't stop. With a swift, lightning-fast strike, he slashed at the snake demon from above, seemingly exploding on the invisible and intangible gas.

A moment later, the feeling of being spied on vanished instantly.

The red serpent demon, sensing a change in itself, realized its advantage had vanished and prepared to intimidate, saying, "Mortal, how dare you! Kneel down and beg for mercy, offer up your soul, or else..."

Suddenly, he saw his head roll off and he realized he had become a headless snake demon.

[Kill Points increased by 5500]

Looking calmly at the kill points recorded in front of me, I thought to myself, "Sure enough, I can't have 500 million kill points. Otherwise, I would have just added more and soared to new heights."

The Thunderfire Heart Technique was activated, and it shot away. Instantly, the huge, flying remnant of the demonic arm, as well as the demonic corpse on the ground, burst into flames. The raging flames, mixed with the power of thunder, flashed with dazzling light, and even the surrounding ground was scorched.

As the flames burned, the black smoke was completely consumed and destroyed, and the ground returned to scorched earth, instead of smelling of decay.

He Chen whispered to Yun Heiyi and Lin Yi, "Clear out the rest."

Yun Heiyi and his many soldiers couldn't help but feel the sweat soaking through their underwear on their backs. A gust of wind made them feel a chill. Their eyes were filled with utmost admiration and worship.

Lin Yi, regaining his composure, immediately bowed deeply, as if to a deity, and resolutely replied, "Yes, sir."

That night, war drums sounded, swords flashed and shadows danced, blood flowed like rivers, and blood gushed incessantly inside and outside Changzhou City. Large numbers of people were killed and imprisoned. Even at dawn, many members of the Demon Slayer Division were still searching for those who had escaped.

Outside the Changzhou City God Temple, the army of Yun, dressed in black, exuded an imposing aura. Their blades gleamed with a chilling light, displaying unparalleled sharpness. With a single strike, they cleaved mountains and rivers, tearing the massive City God Temple apart with a deafening roar, sending dust billowing into the air.

Inside the Changzhou government office, Ren Pingsheng strode forward with a sharp, measured step. Before him stood the impeccably dressed Prefect Huai Jiang, a jade pendant dangling from his waist. Looking at the familiar Demon Slayer Division uniform, Ren Pingsheng said sternly, "Is your Demon Slayer Division plotting a rebellion? Leave now, and we'll pretend nothing happened."

Ren Pingsheng held a long black bamboo staff in his hand and wore yellow straw sandals of unknown origin. On the fifth section of the bamboo staff was a simple grasshopper ornament made of straw.

"So many innocent people have died inside and outside the city. Royal official, don't you feel ashamed of this trust placed in you?" Ren Pingsheng asked in a low voice.

Changzhou Governor Huai Jiang remained unmoved, showing no concern whatsoever. Instead, he said sternly, "I am an official of the dynasty and a member of the Huai family of Changzhou. If you leave now, I can let bygones be bygones."

Otherwise, you'll be forced to flee. Don't make a mistake.

Besides, take my advice, young man, you have a long road ahead of you. Your future is bright, and these roadside weeds shouldn't be obstacles in your way.

'It seems I've said too much.' The moment Ren Pingsheng lowered his head, the temperature around him plummeted, and the air seemed to freeze over.

Suddenly, the bamboo staff in his hand exploded, scattering fragments everywhere. Ren Pingsheng held a single-edged sword, circulated his internal energy, and danced the Frost Sword Technique with lightning speed, the sword energy crisscrossing like frost and snow.

Huai Jiang's sword flashed like lightning. The Huai family's swordsmanship was cunning and unpredictable. He instantly appeared before him, unleashing thirteen sword strikes in a flash, launching one fierce attack after another.

His eyes flashed coldly for a moment, and his single-edged sword flashed across the ground. The point where they crossed was frozen in that instant. Blood gushed from his throat, and three steps away, the ground was covered in crimson blood.

Outside the Changzhou government office, people were fleeing in droves, while inside the Changzhou government office, many of the yamen runners had already died.

Ren Pingsheng stood alone, his shadow casting a solitary shadow. He silently looked up, then lowered his head and murmured to himself, 'In the end, I broke my promise.'

Where memories remain, the objects are as they were, but the people are gone; tears flow silently.