514 I'm sorry

He quickly transmitted his voice softly, "Use explosive flame runes to clear the way, keep up."

The junior sister nodded obediently, gently tapping her finger on her senior brother's tall back.

Immediately, the senior brother's face flushed slightly, and he felt a surge of excitement and joy, exclaiming, "Junior Sister is indeed sincere towards me, but unfortunately, the timing wasn't right. If it were in my courtyard..."

As his mind raced, the air around him seemed to freeze instantly. God-level, god-level, an unbelievable sight! Before him stood a fanatical enemy with tough skin, whose head was so severed that it was difficult to kill him. Yet, this enemy was not particularly strong.

But at this moment, a chilling power suddenly came, and before their eyes, three people were covered with a faint red flame, as if they were burning in flames.

All the muscles in their bodies seemed to swell up, and they instantly grew about three inches taller. One of them killed the most fiercely and directly broke through to the Martial King level.

It was as if he had transformed into a more ferocious beast, his eyes burning with fanaticism and a fierce crimson light as he stared at the three figures before him with even greater madness. He growled, "Kill them, and the Demon King will be even more pleased."

The others around them immediately stopped hiding their desire and envy, and rushed forward recklessly, without any restraint.

It was truly magnificent, like a thousand horses galloping.

With a deafening roar, the exploding flame talisman exploded, blasting the people at the forefront into pieces, their limbs torn apart, flesh and blood flying everywhere, their heads shattered into dust.

The thick stench of blood spurred those around them to charge forward, disregarding life and death, all for the sake of gaining attention and power.

With power, I will be a superior person.

"Release us immediately, or our Xuanji Sect leader will come and make you wish you were dead!" the junior sister shouted, her face pale.

Soon, they were swallowed up by the sea of ​​people.

Faced with the strange power of the Crimson Flame Demon King, the fireballs falling from the sky, and the cultists attacking from all sides, Feng, Que, and Qing fought fearlessly, and strange phenomena suddenly appeared all around them.

An enemy was suddenly enveloped in an eerie red light, and someone broke through it.

They became even more fanatical and fearless, as if they had died a worthy death.

With their tough skin, fanatical fearlessness, and the two Martial Kings who had broken through to the next level, the enemy suffered heavy casualties in just a short time.

The wind, sparrow, and chime's true energy were exhausted. The area was shrouded in mist, and the surrounding spiritual energy was blocked. It was difficult to maintain the elixir. On the other side, there was a carnivorous and powerful creature that was not afraid of death at all.

Amidst the clash of various weapons, a single slash, with the force of a landslide and the chaotic evil energy, surged forth with unstoppable momentum, rushing towards the wind.

A cold, sharp light, more like a bolt of lightning, pierced through the wind's protective armor and an ordinary meat cleaver. The Butcher King, in just a short time, had become the envy of all. His eyes were now filled with bloodlust and slaughter.

If a butcher has power in his hands, no one in the world can stop him from slaughtering a pig.

With immense strength and lightning speed, he sliced ​​through the enemy with a single stroke, and blood gushed out, splattering all over the villain's face.

The butcher showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he happily licked the butcher's lips, his mind consumed only with killing and sacrifice. He would sacrifice to become stronger, then kill again, become stronger, become the lord of a city, and marry tens of thousands of wives and concubines.

Life is wonderful.

The wind and sword momentum remained unchanged. The sword, which had gathered all the power of the body, flashed with starlight and cold light. It pierced through the distance and went straight into the butcher's brow. It pierced through him instantly and exploded with a bang, splattering blood all around and turning the ground crimson.

Both men fell, one headless, tumbling into the dust; it is unknown whether anyone still remembers him.

One cannot bear to part with the other; before the task is accomplished, the man dies. The Red King's empire has just begun, yet he cannot accompany him to the end. This leaves heroes weeping bitterly.

A fleeting thought crossed Feng's mind: the final, frozen frame of the image flashed before him, and he uttered an unspoken words: 'Little sister, I'm sorry.'

It felt like I was back home, to the red soil where crops struggled to grow, to the crucian carp I risked my life to bring back from the river, and to my little sister's radiant smile.

"Wind," Qing whispered urgently.

The soldiers around him suddenly rushed towards Xiang Qing, their hearts burning with anxiety. But even the fearless cultists had lost their minds; only by becoming stronger, stronger, could they possibly regain what they had lost.

In a moment of distraction, the sharp woodcutter's axe was stained with blood, and his white beard showed that he was still vigorous despite his old age. The power he possessed was immense, a power bestowed by the demon. He could be reborn in an instant, so what was there to be afraid of?

I can't bear to look back at the scene. I died of illness and no one cared. My son, daughter-in-law, and grandson all died young. I was left with only my stubbornness, living a desolate life. I can only blame the evil people for being in power and the absence of good people.

His eyes were filled with the weariness of time, and his mind was filled with a cacophony of thoughts: 'Become stronger, become stronger and you can change all of this, and even resurrect your sons and grandsons.'

Wealth and honor, gold and silver delicacies, fine wine and delicacies, and a multitude of beautiful women are all within easy reach.

Cut off the person before you, and strive, strive to please the king. Power, with power, you can have anything.

In a frenzy, he felt his skin as hard as rock and his meridians incredibly resilient. The immense power and fanatical spirit brought him boundless strength. At this moment, even gods could be slaughtered before him. His mind and spirit began to kill.

With unwavering determination and boundless spiritual power, the man charged forward with the force of a thunderbolt, fiercely slashing at the distracted man, raising his wood-chopping axe high and striking his head with a sudden blow.

The axe blade slices through the air, its sharp, piercing sound, its chilling whistle, and its deadly force sending shivers down one's spine.

A sudden, unexpected axe blow, chilling to the bone, ruthless and merciless, fell down.

With a chilling heart and sharp eyes, he slashed horizontally with his blade. Fast, fast, who was faster? A cold, sharp blade struck his neck, blood splattering and staining the ground red.

Sword and axe clashed, shattering with a loud crack, blood splattering everywhere, brains flying, a light drizzle falling, and a strong stench of blood filling the air.

There were no bewildered last words, only bloody cruelty.

With his internal organs injured, Que saw two soldiers fall to the ground and become immobile. He quickly gathered his strength and rushed over, unleashing a burst of sword energy that pierced the foreheads of several men. Few soldiers remained in the surrounding area.

The densely packed people seeking power, merely seeking to avoid humiliation, have transformed their mundane and ordinary means of livelihood into deadly weapons. Undeterred by death, boundless power surges through their entire bodies.

A sharp scythe, a wild, ferocious-looking young man, and a low growl: 'Mine, all mine! This man is mine!'

With a desperate, all-out slash, a skillful cut like mowing grass, it suddenly cleaved towards the enormous head.

A faint, dark red light emanated from the magpie's protective aura, forming a barrier that instantly neutralized the deadly force of the scythe's sneak attack.

The powerful impact of the blade sent a shiver through his body.

Among the surrounding attackers, a deadly pair of Martial King's scissors, with its sharp point and powerful force, shot out like a sharp arrow, carrying a fierce momentum and the sound of wind breaking through the air, condensing its full strength for a single strike.

Like an arrow, incredibly sharp, it stirred up ripples, and with a loud "whoosh," the protective aura shattered.