445 War Zone
With his path blocked, the Red King sneered for a moment, but his hands did not slow down or pause in the slightest. This great land must be set aside for my people.
King Qi had nowhere to retreat. The combined attack of the six men had instantly injured him. His handsome, young, and smooth-skinned face was now wrinkled and covered in bumps, making him look like a completely different person.
The grass roots that had been pulled up by one hand around the perimeter now transformed into loyal guards, desperately preparing to charge forward. The spears behind them pierced through their chests, while the sharp sword and saber auras and meteor hammers swept past, causing them to fall one by one.
Blood stained the earth red; those who once wore robes and leather shoes are now stabbed in the back. Life is unpredictable and most ironic. There is no turning back. If only I could be outside this world, I would rather be a dog in times of peace than a human in times of chaos. A tragic scene unfolded.
King Qi's thoughts suddenly stopped for a moment.
As he looked up, the blade was already close to his throat. His eyes widened as he watched the knife get closer and closer, as if awaiting his ridiculous fate.
Without the slightest hesitation, the Red King's blade flashed and slashed down with lightning speed and unstoppable force. The head rolled to the ground, dry and with a few drops of blood falling. The eyes were still wide open, as if telling of his resentment and anger.
This grand undertaking hasn't even begun, how can it end like this? I refuse to accept it.
The Red King watched this scene coldly, as if it were all his own fault, and muttered, 'A lone wolf trying to become king? How laughable.'
The Red King didn't even glance at the dead men on the ground; his gaze was fixed on the few who had betrayed him, his eyes filled with mockery.
A terrifying aura seemed to freeze the air. He descended like a god of death, his unparalleled power of intimidation palpable. Blood dripped from his blade; cruelty, ruthlessness, and savagery were on full display.
When King Qi died, the soldiers around him suddenly fell silent.
Meteor Hammer Dongming bowed and clasped his hands in a deep voice, saying, "Greetings, Red King. I am Dongming of the Xuanji Sect."
King Qi was tyrannical, persecuting loyal officials, practicing alchemy, and creating two-legged sheep. The people of Qi suffered terribly and deserved to die.
Many thanks to the Red King for eliminating this scourge that has brought disaster to the country and its people.
On behalf of all the people of Great Qi, I thank King Hong.
The Red King gave a disdainful smile and said in a low voice, 'To betray one's own king, is that truly gratifying?'
Dongming, with a calm expression, clasped his hands and said, "The world knows what King Qi has done. If this continues, the vast Qi Kingdom will soon be unable to withstand King Qi's devouring."
This is also the opinion of our sect leaders. We urge the Red King to consider this carefully.
"I have no need to interfere in your plans, but the King of Qi has already died at my hands, and the State of Qi must bow down to me. Do you have any objections?" the Red King said in an unquestionable tone.
Dongming, Zhengqing, and the four men in black around them instantly changed their expressions, unable to believe it, as if they had heard the biggest joke in the world.
They couldn't believe their ears, as if they were hallucinating, but the reality before them was cruelly staring them in the face. Their breathing quickened, their hearts raced, and for a moment, the entire scene became tense and silent.
His eyes seemed to be telling a funny joke.
A masked man spoke in a low, hoarse voice, deliberately concealed, with a hint of contempt in his mocking tone, "We've long heard of the Red King's domineering nature, but seeing it today, we truly understand it."
But this is the State of Qi, not your remote little place.
If the Red King desires gold, silver, jewels, beautiful women, or elixirs, we can certainly provide them. But if he wants us to submit, hehe, wouldn't that be laughable, Red...'
Before the words were finished, a blade whistled through the air, accompanied by a thunderous roar: 'Those who do not submit, die.'
Red King's expression remained unchanged, as if he had already anticipated this outcome. With a loud shout, the large halberd in his hand instantly transformed into a gust of wind, fiercely slashing towards the leader of the men in black.
A powerful shockwave swept over them, scalding the surrounding air to an icy temperature and silencing everything around them.
The man in black suddenly felt everything go black, as if he were surrounded by a red kingdom, with red permeating everything around him, leaving him with nowhere to escape.
He forced himself to calm down, his longsword surging with reckless sword energy as he dodged and weaved. But then, with a single slash, a powerful force struck, cleaving him in two.
The others fled, and he ordered the soldiers in a low growl, "Go! Kill him!"
The soldiers hesitated, unsure of what to do. Some, however clever, saw that the situation had changed that night and slowly scattered, fleeing the deadly battlefield.
Without the slightest hesitation or blink, the Red King's greatsword roared through the night sky like a dragon's cry. With a single, sweeping strike, the devastating blow sent a head crashing to the ground, blood spurting three feet.
With horrified eyes, even in death he was reluctant to give up his riches and honors.
Dongming growled, his voice sharp, "Red King, are you truly determined to fight us to the death?"
At this moment, Zheng Qing's longsword was surging with sword energy, and the chilling wind seemed to freeze the surroundings.
His hands trembled slightly, his heart pounding with unease. He didn't want to die here; he didn't have many years left to live. His gaze hardened, his mind settled.
The Red King walked step by step, seemingly oblivious, and chuckled softly, "The living must have the awareness of the living, the courage to die, and the strength to refuse."
Otherwise, die today.
Suddenly, the music changed. She gently glided her ten fingers across the strings, her flamboyant red hair indescribably beautiful, her eyes calm, her mind captivated, awakening the endless dead in the underworld who longed to return.
Every note was like a ghostly whisper, carrying endless eeriness and allure.
As the music rose, the Red King's momentum surged, and his gaze became even more profound and sharp.
An aura that seemed to engulf everyone pressed down, making the air tremble.
The wind suddenly blows, and at this moment there is only one sound: the sound of death. Like the judgment of the King of Hell, it carries merciless punishment and cruel judgment.
The broadsword flashed, moving with incredible speed, its blade energy sweeping across the sky, causing the surrounding air to freeze in shock, as if a thunderbolt were about to descend from the heavens.
Swords, blades, and hammers moved simultaneously, desperately soaring into the sky together, daring not to hold back at all. The moment they collided, a piercing metallic clang rang out, and the forces of both sides converged instantly, creating a violent and turbulent airflow that scattered in all directions.
Soldiers scattered and those with foresight fled. If they didn't leave now, when would they?
Swords flashed and shadows danced in the air, fast as lightning. The five members of Dongming had no time to think and could only desperately resist. In an instant, they realized why King Qi had not put up a stubborn resistance; they were truly not on the same level.
No, it should be said that the Red King's combat power has already surpassed the level of the Martial Emperor by one point.
The power, the violent power, was too heavy. With each strike, everyone suffered pain and discomfort. The strange red energy entered their bodies, immediately disrupting their meridians.
Knowing that a prolonged war is unsustainable!
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