444 The Flames of War Begin II
With a light swing of his broadsword, his gaze sharpened, exuding an aura of dominance over the world, and the surrounding troops quickly followed.
The surrounding environment suddenly changed, with red smoke enveloping everything. The captivating sound of the zither came from all directions, and those who could not see it could only hear the terrifying, deadly music.
Like notes from hell, they can awaken the deepest fears and desires within people.
As if summoning ghosts from the underworld, countless ghosts burst forth from this place, breaking through the earth's veins.
The music drifted through the air like a ghost, exuding a chilling aura. Listening to the music within, one inadvertently recalls secrets one doesn't want to remember.
As the music began, the Qi soldiers around them seemed to be drawn into a dreamlike world. Their eyes were filled with fear and confusion, as if they were struggling with something.
Unable to control his roar, he seemed to see the cowardly side of himself that he least wanted to see in the past.
The surrounding space seemed to be crumbling. The resolute person quickly regained consciousness, while his companions' eyes were like those of wolves and tigers, ready to devour anyone they could. The evil spirits attacked, their blood splattering everywhere—how delicious!
Instantly, screams erupted one after another, the sounds of swords clashing filled the air, blood flowed incessantly, and wreckage littered the ground.
At the moment of death, the evil spirits pounce on you, sucking and devouring you, and soon you are just a pile of dry bones.
King Qi didn't care at all, as if these things could be replaced at any time.
He looked at the Red King, his eyes flashing with anger.
He growled, "Red King, you have some nerve! You've died once, yet you don't know how to cherish your life and dare to come here? You're asking for death!"
Since you're here, why not stay?
As soon as he finished speaking, two people slowly appeared beside him: a middle-aged man in a tiger-skin shirt, holding a meteor hammer, and an old man with white hair, wearing a black robe and carrying an ordinary sword.
The two Great Martial Emperors, at the pinnacle of their power, arrived with overwhelming prestige.
The Red King chuckled darkly, "Let me see how much strength you, you coward, still have. You're just trying to die a pathetic death. If I were you, I wouldn't condone it, even if it meant dying in hell."
King Qi's deep voice rose in anger, clearly indicating that no one had dared to rebuke him like that for many years.
Those who dared to rebuke them are all dead.
He chuckled in a low voice, "Herding sheep on behalf of Heaven is what we should be doing. There are so many in the world, and since we have paid so much for this, it is only right that we receive some reward."
Otherwise, wouldn't they also have died at the hands of evil spirits? At least we have a chance to survive.
Fighting and killing are too wasteful; immortality is true eternity. The Red King has died once, and still doesn't understand.
His words were sincere, yet there was also a hint of reluctance to take action, a reluctance to waste the hard-earned cultivation he had accumulated.
The Red King glanced down at his subjects with disdain and said contemptuously, "I will lead my people to a good life, and that will not change in the future."
And what you perceive as a prosperous and glorious era is, in reality, a deplorable reality you refuse to accept.
The music grew increasingly intense, and from the surrounding red mist, sounds like ghosts wailing and wolves howling filled the entire space, seemingly assaulting the souls of those present.
The Crimson King's aura surged, his true energy reaching its peak, flames blazing in his eyes as he roared, "Those who block my way shall die!"
He pushed his own strength and will to the limit, his true essence was boundless, and the surroundings roared. His move was earth-shattering and awe-inspiring. The clouds and winds gathered in the surrounding sky, and the capital of Qi was instantly engulfed in turmoil.
Outside the palace, the guards were immediately terrified, a sense of fear creeping into their hearts. At that moment, with spears and swords in hand, they awaited orders.
"All soldiers, listen to my command! Hurry to the palace to provide support and prevent an enemy attack!" A command was quickly relayed.
The group hurried off. King Qi had treated them all with great favor every day; today was the day of testing. Such an astonishing phenomenon meant this journey was truly a matter of life and death.
However, with his wife, whom he had just married, and his parents, who had just started to enjoy a better life, in mind, he couldn't abandon the people he was serving.
Its immense power resounded throughout heaven and earth, startling everyone in the vast wilderness with varying expressions.
Some were inexplicably worried, while others watched with glee, yet felt deep resentment inside.
King Qi's eyes turned cold, his killing intent as sharp as a winter's day. He said in a low voice, "Kill him together." The three-foot sword was simple and unsharp.
The Red King's Great Guan Dao exudes a chilling aura. As the long blade sweeps across the sky, it seems to obliterate all senses, and the world comes to a standstill.
It gleamed with a cold light, only the gleaming cold light and the slicing edge of the blade.
In an instant, the meteor hammer flashed with a cold light, and the sword energy surged on the longsword, causing the surrounding air to explode.
King Qi thrust out his sword, unstoppable and swift as lightning, instantly striking King Hong's broadsword. The sound of metal clashing rang out incessantly, sparks flying everywhere.
The meteor hammer struck with a bang, but its target was the longsword beside him. The old man hastily responded to the sudden attack, and his hammer, though sharp and deadly, did not contain his full peak power.
His eyes flashed instantly.
The meteor hammer struck with tremendous force, like a whirlwind, instantly sending the old man flying. His body crashed into the palace wall with a loud thud, creating a large, human-shaped hole.
It landed steadily outside, its eyes darting around as if making a judgment.
A familiar, urgent voice rang in his ears, 'Surround and kill, one Longevity Pill.'
The old man's eyes flickered slightly, and he sighed softly. The surroundings immediately fell silent as four masked men slowly approached, their eyes fixed on the old man.
Nods slightly, wearing a black headscarf, nods slightly.
The Red King, getting into the swing of things, growled, "Well done! Looks like you're all alone now."
The broadsword danced like a raging storm, each strike carrying the force of a thunderbolt, its blade blazing unrestrained. King Qi was as if struck by a giant wave, instantly forced into a defensive posture.
The Red King, having gained the upper hand, pressed his advantage relentlessly. His blade was sharp and his skill was enhanced, using force and his greatsword to overwhelm his opponent. With each inch longer, he became stronger, his greatsword stirring up the surrounding wind and clouds, darkening the sky and earth. A three-zhang-long blade of light traced a dazzling path.
With a deafening roar, it struck directly in front of King Qi. King Qi's true energy exploded violently, and the surrounding area was instantly reduced to ruins as he retreated rapidly.
Suddenly, six weapons appeared abruptly on the left and right sides behind them. Hammers, swords, and knives gleamed with cold light, and eerie red mist emanated from them, instantly sending chills down one's spine.
Death's eyes stared coldly and mercilessly at King Qi. One moment he was a guardian, the next he was a deadly reaper.
Several men flashed their blades, slicing through the sky; their movements were as swift as the wind, each strike deadly and merciless.
The full-force, peak attack of the six Martial Emperors ignited Qi Wang's fury. His ancient sword suddenly unleashed a thirty-zhang-long sword aura, and with a deafening roar, the surrounding area was reduced to ruins.
He growled, "Dongming, Zhengqing, and the rest of you, you're too ashamed to show yourselves. I don't recognize you! You're courting death! Aren't you afraid I'll raze your mountain gate to the ground?"
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