662. No mercy shown.

The Red King's eyes flashed with ferocity, a slow, rising anger escalating as a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips. His tone was filled with disdain and mockery: 'This illusion is nothing special. There are still those who are spying.'

A flicker of pain crossed his face. 'If my brothers were still alive, you wouldn't have the audacity to spy on me like this. You've truly angered me!'

Suddenly raising his hand and waving it, an invisible wave of energy swept out, instantly shattering the surrounding illusion into pieces.

He slowly opened his eyes, his expression cold and resolute, as if sculpted by a thousand-year-old glacier, devoid of any warmth.

The Red King's eyes flashed with a sharp light, as if they could pierce through the ghosts and demons around him. His gaze swept across the room like a dragon emerging from the sea, ready to seize the blade and fight at any moment.

He whispered, 'To think he only dares to sneak around like that, he's nothing more than a small fish.'

Red King suddenly swung his long sword, and an extremely sharp sword aura shot out like a wild horse, as fast as an airplane breaking through the air.

The blade's energy was sharp and heavy, producing a piercing, ear-piercing sound as if it were tearing through the air. It was incredibly fast, striking the void six zhang away almost instantly.

Suddenly, a shrill scream erupted from the void, a sound like the wailing of a ghost being subjected to extreme torture, sending chills down one's spine.

As the screams rang out, the surrounding air seemed to freeze under the terrifying aura, and a chill ran from the soles of my feet straight to my heart.

In the void, something indescribable seemed to be struggling and twisting. A chilling aura permeated the air, accompanied by bursts of shrill screams, as if countless ghosts were suffering endless torment.

It contains various sounds, from men and women, young and old, with different timbres, creating a chaotic and unpleasant mix.

A cold smile appeared on the Red King's face, his eyes filled with disdain and contempt.

He sneered menacingly, "So you wanted to see how badly I was injured? Thank you so much!"

Suddenly, the Red King sprang to his feet, his figure swift as the wind, his long sword flashing, instantly creating a gust of wind. The Secret Martial Arts Breaking Yin and Yang – Sword Dance – erupted suddenly.

The dancing movements were swift and fierce, as if they were about to tear a rift in the entire space.

The surrounding air was heavy as earth and stone. The formless space slowly took shape. It was as if the surrounding space was being torn apart by an invisible force, and the Yin and Yang realms actually merged together at this moment.

Suddenly, a chilling wind blew, and an eerie atmosphere filled the air, as if a door to another world had truly opened.

The door slowly opened, and the aura emanating from it was cold and terrifying, sending chills down one's spine. It was as if countless vengeful spirits were pouring out from behind that door, wanting to invade this world.

A sharp glint flashed in the Red King's eyes as he fearlessly faced the door, his longsword flashing with incredible speed and power. His aura was overwhelming, as if he intended to slay all the evil spirits and ghosts beneath his blade.

With a light tap of his foot, he moved as fast as an arrow released from a bow, like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky, leaving behind a long wave of air!

The fierce red figure blurred in an instant, leaving only a faint trail of light, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, dazzling and brilliant.

A ghostly figure was seen fleeing at breakneck speed. It was no longer human, but rather a strange hybrid with nine heads, countless arms, and a speed like a rolling soccer ball, screaming as it ran.

Upon seeing the terrifying figure chasing them, red to purple, they immediately began to howl incessantly, filled with terror.

They exploded instantly, scattering in all directions, their incoherent cries of "Spare me! Spare me!"

With a sudden slash, the blade energy, like a thousand-foot-long dragon, covered an area of ​​a thousand feet, completely obscuring the scattered ghostly figures of the Ghost Emperor, leaving none undetected!

The sword energy was like an angry red dragon, roaring and surging through the heavens and earth with overwhelming force, unstoppable.

Like thousands upon thousands of threads of sword energy impacting the scene, accompanied by a series of shrill screams, it was as if countless souls were suffering endless torment.

The screams continued for a moment, as if they all screamed at the same time and then went out at the same time.

None of the Ghost King's clones escaped; they all perished, but the Red King's killing intent remained undiminished.

Although the Ghost King was dead, the killing intent in the Red King's eyes was still burning fiercely like a raging fire. Just as he was about to press his advantage, he suddenly felt as if a fine needle was gently pricking the newly formed flesh, and a slight pain pierced his heart.

They couldn't help but slowly stop. However, this momentary delay was like opening the gate to chaos. The surrounding mist surged wildly, like a thousand troops galloping in, instantly enveloping the surrounding world.

The fog was so thick you could almost squeeze out the moisture, so murky it was suffocating, as if the whole world had been submerged in chaos.

The surroundings suddenly became blurry, and the Red King, standing in the middle of it all, felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss of mist.

Seeing that the faint light he had turned on was about to turn off, a hint of regret flashed in his eyes, and he sped away without hesitation.

The moment they emerged, the spatial rift seemed to collapse with a roar, turning into nothingness.

The terrifying atmosphere that had just filled the surroundings dissipated, and everything seemed to return to calm.

Sheathing his longsword, the Red King felt a slight pain in his newly formed flesh, but he didn't pay much attention to it. His gaze gradually calmed, and he closed his eyes in deep thought.

In Changzhou, inside the mansion, Mr. Wang was immersed in a busy and serious atmosphere. His disciple Tong Mingliang, Chief Constable Fei Huai Ren, and Yuan Cangming were also watching and waiting. They had been extremely busy lately.

Mr. Wang was wearing a dark robe, which was stained with some dirt. He hadn't had time to wash or change it in the past few days because he had been in a hurry!

But his gaze was serious, and beneath his calm eyes was a hint of something sharp, as he meticulously reviewed Changzhou's various tax records, reports on people's livelihoods, and old case files.

Although these case files appear to be well-organized and detailed on the surface, Mr. Wang knows that behind these words often lie untold secrets.

However, some loopholes are not concealed. For example, the fact that the renovation of the mansion cost 10,000 taels of silver is a simple statement that made Mr. Wang smile slightly. It's enough to build another new mansion, or even two new ones.

And the one who cut himself off was because he went mad and then drowned himself in the river.

Without realizing it, it was as if an indescribable stench of blood was wafting towards him, as if it were coming from the ink and brush in his hand, which made Mr. Wang shiver.

Far into the distance, Tong Mingliang watched and waited patiently.

Tong Mingliang was cautious in his words and actions. He knew his own limitations, so he listened carefully, studied diligently, and did not speak or make judgments carelessly. During this period, he read a lot of case files and felt a chill creep down his spine.

Moreover, one more young clansman, a clever lad, joined the group to help.