599 - End of Regret

His brows were furrowed, veins bulged on his forehead, he was in immense pain and his life was slipping away. Blood gushed from the wound on his chest, staining his clothes and his hand that gripped the broadsword red.

The fallen Third Master Huo was stained even redder!

Seeing Master Huo lying on the ground, the hatred in his heart was finally released.

Gripping the blood-stained broadsword tightly, he could almost feel the intense clashes from his battle with Master Huo.

Feeling exhilarated and clear-headed, I felt as if I knew how to break through this barrier.

A wave of joy washed over him, and a long-lost smile appeared on his face.

It was as if I could see my parents, their hair gray, standing at the door of our thatched hut, watching me return, as if saying, 'Child, you must be tired. Come and rest. Your mother has cooked you some vegetable porridge.'

The broadsword landed softly. He instinctively reached out his hand, and in a weak voice, said, "Father, Mother, I'm here."

Consciousness blurred, life slipped away rapidly, and he slowly collapsed, using his last bit of strength to raise his hand to touch his chest, which was still aching slightly.

His fingers loosened involuntarily, and blood gushed out from between his fingers, staining his robes red.

Her face was full of innocent smiles, as if she were asleep!

The sounds of swords clashing filled the air, sharp and piercing, like the prelude to the arrival of death.

The two sides were locked in a fierce battle, their movements becoming increasingly tense. At this moment, flames rose all around the residence of the Fire Clan Chief, their blazing inferno reflecting the cold, stern faces of both sides.

Amidst battle robes and armor, a chaotic escape and desperate resistance, the Demon Slayer Division advanced swiftly, their eyes fixed on the enemies before them, determined not to let a single one escape.

The sounds of swords clashing echoed throughout the room, each collision sparking dazzling flames.

The sound of arrows piercing the air was sharp and shrill, carrying a fierce killing intent as they shot straight towards them.

Death and injury are inevitable.

The resistance at Third Master's residence was not the strongest; the demon slayers who had been following closely outside quickly arrived after fighting off the guards.

Huo San desperately resisted the two men's attacks with his long spear. Hearing footsteps, a hint of expectation appeared in his eyes. He hurriedly looked up and saw a group of demon slayers dressed in black armor rushing in.

Huo San knew things were going badly, but he was now all alone and entangled, unable to break free, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and fight back.

His sharp edge vanished instantly, and in a moment of distraction, he slashed at Huo San's left hand. Huo San felt a sharp pain, his steps faltered, and another blade followed closely behind, piercing through Huo San's chest, splattering blood three steps away.

The group hurried along, barely catching their breath, rushing towards the backyard of Master Huo's mansion.

The silence was so profound that it only intensified the unease in my heart. Although the battle had been won, many people were injured, and I wondered how Shang Tie, who was at the forefront, fared.

In the quiet backyard, the scene before them stunned everyone.

Two corpses lay in a pool of blood. One of them had been cleaved in two, his flesh mangled and a gruesome sight.

The other person was Shang Tie.

He lay there quietly, his face pale, his eyes closed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

There was still a visible wound on his chest, and blood had stained his clothes. Everyone's hearts tightened, and they rushed forward to check on Shang Tie's condition.

No matter how they called out or shook, Shangtie did not respond.

A sigh echoed in the air, like a fallen leaf gently touching the water's surface, creating faint ripples.

With a hint of mourning, he said softly, "Chief Shang has avenged his great enemy and has no more worries. Let's get things ready first, and then prepare a fine coffin."

The sounds of battle drifted intermittently from afar, reminding them that they had more enemies to face and that they couldn't stop now, so the group quickly rushed over.

Upon hearing the news, "The Fire Ancestor is dead! Surrender now!"

The members of the Demon Slayer Division were overjoyed.

But to eradicate evil completely, the group quickened their pace toward the source of the sound, determined to eliminate any resistance.

The news of the Fire Ancestor's death shook the entire Yansha Prefecture like a nuclear explosion.

The buzzing sound spread far and wide, not only because the news was astonishing, but also because of the far-reaching impact of the death of this powerful patriarch.

As the top expert in Yansha Prefecture, Huo Laozu's family was extremely powerful and domineering, all because of him and the later Huoling Sect. But now he is dead, and the Huo family is being hunted down by the Demon Slayer Division.

This means that the power structure of the entire Yansha Prefecture will undergo a dramatic change.

The sound was so loud that it seemed to travel for miles throughout the entire Yansha Prefecture.

Awakened by the noise, the people who hid in their homes and dared not go out knew that such outrageous words could lead to execution.

What welled up in my heart was not only shock, but also disbelief.

For a long time, the support of the Fire Ancestor, the entire Fire family, and the tyranny and oppression of the maternal relatives and vassal families have been like heavy shackles.

Heavy taxes and the word "mine" only intensified their fear and despair.

They hated him to the core, and every time they mentioned his name, they were filled with anger and resentment.

At this moment, upon hearing that the Fire Ancestor had died, they felt as if they were in a dream, experiencing both the joy of liberation and doubt about reality.

It's unbelievable that the once high and mighty Fire Ancestor would actually fall one day.

Joy and excitement spread through the hearts of the people!

Xiao Bazi was immediately stunned. He was a lackey of the Huo family. If Huo Laozu died, he would be finished.

He usually abused his power and influence, committing numerous evils and harming many people.

The death of the Fire Ancestor was like the sky falling for him. It not only meant losing his backer, but also that his past crimes might soon be met with a fierce and violent retribution.

Recalling his past actions, those evil deeds of bullying others and oppressing the people, a sense of panic welled up in his heart.

He thought to himself, 'I've offended countless people. Once the Huo family falls, those victims will definitely seek revenge. Killing them would be the least of my worries!'

Thinking of this, Xiao Bazi felt unprecedented fear and despair.

A pang of regret welled up inside her, and she shivered. Even her comforting coat couldn't feel warm at that moment.

He hurriedly picked up his torch and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, a sharp and unrestrained voice pierced the sky, reaching Xiao Bazi's ears, as well as the anxious people who were waiting for news.

The voice contained a mixture of joy, resentment, and other complex emotions that were difficult to articulate.

The voice boomed, as if shouting, roaring, and announcing, 'The Fire Ancestor is dead! The Demon Slaying Division has decreed that anyone who reports the Fire family's hiding place will be richly rewarded, and anyone who harbors a member of the Fire family will be punished as an equal!'

Upon hearing this news, Xiao Bazi's heart trembled violently, his legs went weak, and he couldn't help but kneel on one knee, feeling an urge to urinate rising unconsciously.