Chapter 164 Martial Emperor
Walking in the endless darkness, the statue of the saint behind him became his only source of light.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, some strange things gradually appeared on the ground beneath his feet, including broken weapons, damaged armor, and bones that emitted fluorescence. As Zhou Zhilu moved forward, these things became more and more numerous.
"Why does this place... look like a battlefield?" Zhou Zhilu frowned in confusion.
However, what worried him the most was that after he walked around, he found that this place was much larger than he had imagined, and he did not find any trace of the bronze door at all.
"That's great... Am I going to be trapped to death in this hell?" Zhou Zhilu sighed and turned to look behind him. He saw that the monster was following him not far away, as if it was ready to strike at any time.
This also made Zhou Zhilu dare not relax at all. He cursed in a low voice, and suddenly a golden light burst out from under his feet. Zhou Zhilu's figure turned into a golden lightning and rushed towards the distance in an instant.
This is the magical power brought by the golden spiritual energy: flying in the sky.
This is a magical power of footwork, which can allow the user to reach a speed nine times his own speed. However, the exponential increase in speed will also place a great burden on the body.
Zhou Zhilu could only withstand a speed increase of three times at most now. After running for a while, he stopped panting and looked back. The deformed monster was still following him like a dog-skin plaster.
He shook his head silently and sighed deeply. He couldn't get rid of her at the moment, so he could only ignore her for the time being.
Looking forward, Zhou Zhilu raised his eyebrows slightly. There seemed to be a wall in the distance.
However, when they got there, they discovered that it was actually a city wall, more than three meters high!
The city wall is made of dark red mud, with potholes and traces of time on it.
Zhou Zhilu walked around the city wall curiously and gradually saw an open bronze gate with countless complex patterns carved on it.
Zhou Zhilu hesitated for a moment and finally walked into the city through the gate. Looking around, he found that the whole city had been abandoned for who knows how long, with dilapidated houses scattered on the road. Upon closer inspection, he found that the houses here were quite simple and old.
"Where exactly is this place? What exactly is hell?" Zhou Zhilu murmured in confusion.
Suddenly, a whistling sound came from the distant street. Zhou Zhilu quickly turned his head and saw a black gust of wind blowing along the street. The black hurricane even caused the statue of the saint to waver. Zhou Zhilu's face changed drastically when he saw this, and he hurriedly stepped up his protection.
But no one knew what was hidden in the gloomy wind. Zhou Zhilu only felt a lot of whispers ringing in his ears. At this time, the monster not far behind him also hid behind the wall, staring at Zhou Zhilu with its eyes, waiting for his saint statue to dissipate so that it could rush up directly.
Seeing this, Zhou Zhilu hurried to a relatively intact house, pushed the door open and hid inside.
The room was pitch black. In this area, even his clear eyes could hardly see the surroundings. He had no choice but to practice his skills, and a ball of flame bloomed from his hands.
However, the moment the flames illuminated the surroundings, he could only see a haggard face looking at him closely.
"Ghost!" Zhou Zhilu shouted in shock and punched out instantly.
Suddenly, a hand stretched out from under that face, firmly catching Zhou Zhilu's fist. Then he lazily said, "You little bastard, I was sleeping, and you barged in and called me a ghost. Do you want to die?"
Zhou Zhilu was stunned when he heard this, and then he saw clearly that the person in front of him was a man with ragged clothes, but a strong build and an unshaven face.
"You... who are you?" Zhou Zhilu asked stutteringly. The situation before him was really unexpected.
The man glanced up and down at Zhou Zhilu and said dissatisfiedly, "Why do you care who I am? If someone had dared to speak to me like this before, I would have chopped off his head long ago. But you... you are only level five, how did you get to this place?"
Zhou Zhilu hesitated when he heard this. The man waved his hand and said disdainfully, "Tsk, you can talk about it or not, I don't care about you. I've taken over this land, get out of here."
Zhou Zhilu pondered for a moment. Based on his understanding of this place, he feared it would be impossible to escape alone. He sighed and said, "I came from the Great Song Dynasty because a remnant of the previous dynasty summoned me..."
"Wait!" The man suddenly sat up and asked in surprise, "Where did you say you were from?"
"Great Song Kingdom...what happened?"
"The Great Song Dynasty... Hahahaha, I didn't expect you to be from the Great Song Dynasty. What a wonderful fate!"
Zhou Zhilu swallowed hard and couldn't help asking, "Senior...are you from the Song Dynasty?"
The man waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about it. I want to ask you, how is the Song Dynasty doing now?"
"Uh... I can't say it's all that great. Emperor Wen doesn't really manage things. There are frequent wars among the demon tribes in the northern border. The court has too many officials, the civil service is strong but the military is weak, and the people are burdened with taxes..."
Before he could finish his words, the man suddenly became furious and shouted, "What? Emperor Wen doesn't care? Then what's the point of having him? What's with the redundant officials and the faction of civil officials being stronger than military officials? I'm a martial arts advocate!"
Zhou Zhilu spread his hands and said, "How would I know this? I haven't even met Emperor Wen yet."
"Damn it, it's only been a hundred or two hundred years and it's already become like this? If I delay any longer, I might not even know if the Song Dynasty will still be called the Song Dynasty when I return!"
Seeing the man walking back and forth in the room with a sullen face, Zhou Zhilu couldn't help but ask, "That senior... who are you..."
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