524 Too kind
The head of the Suo family frowned slightly and asked softly, "What is it?"
'Too kind.' The chilling voice seemed to come from an ancient battlefield.
His eyes narrowed, and his broadsword flashed, a dazzling light piercing the darkness and disappearing instantly, leaving only a blur. The air was filled with a chilling, murderous aura, and even seemed to freeze.
The broadsword was unstoppable, wielded like thunder and lightning, cutting through iron like mud and shattering stone like cotton. It was so fast that there was no time to blink. With one stroke, a head was severed, and the head flew into the sky, blood splattering everywhere and spraying the faces of the people around.
The protective armor of the Suo family patriarch was as fragile as paper, and the sword he hadn't even drawn fell to the ground with a soft touch.
The head of the Sang family turned and ran, so fast he wished he had four legs. He covered ten feet in a single step. His blade was as bright as a rainbow and as fast as thunder. With a deafening roar, he cleaved the blade in two in an instant, blood flowing all over the ground. His internal organs were no different from those of an ordinary person.
"Red King, spare me! Red King, spare me!"
'We were merely misled by Patriarch Suo; we are all genuinely acting in the Red King's best interests.'
The other four were terrified, looking at him with fear and avoiding him at all costs. They covered their heads with their hands, trembling with fear, their faces pale, and they all knelt down and begged for mercy.
Seeing that the Red King's steps were relentless, each step like the Grim Reaper's descent into death.
A voice trembled and weakened, "Red King, please spare us this time. We'll never dare to do it again."
The other person kowtowed repeatedly, tears streaming down their face, pleading, "You are so magnanimous! We were wrong, please forgive us!"
The other two echoed this sentiment, their voices filled with pleading and fear.
The Red King gave a cold laugh, his eyes revealing disdain and contempt, as if he were looking at a group of ants, mere clowns in front of him, not worth mentioning.
He whispered, "Falcon proposes to spare your lives, to atone for your crimes and seek redemption. What makes you so confident? If it weren't for Falcon, you would all be beheaded long ago. You should have no regrets about surviving today."
With a swing of the broadsword, it was like a dragon's roar echoing through the heavens. The blade's light was as fast as lightning and as fierce as thunder. Caught off guard, wherever the blade passed, flesh and blood flew everywhere. The intense stench of blood exploded in all directions. Heads rolled three feet away, blood splattering like rain. Body and head separated, souls returned to the underworld, their resentful eyes glaring angrily, never changing.
He held the broadsword horizontally, feeling a sharp pain in his chest, but he paid no heed.
He said in a deep voice, "Exterminate all these families. From this day forward, the entire Red Nation will be united as one. Anyone who bullies the weak or commits evil will be executed without mercy."
"Yes, Your Majesty, we swear to follow you to the death!" The soldiers around them knelt down and said in unison.
"We swear to follow the King to the death!" The voices of the surrounding people surged like a tidal wave, shaking the heavens and the earth, and gathered into a powerful force, giving people a sense of boundless vitality and hope.
Thousands of feet underground, the sword spirit rapidly absorbed the lightning ore and fire ore, and He Chen immediately felt the pure lightning and fire power around him being transmitted through the space.
The Thunderfire Heart Technique circulated like the wind, causing the surrounding wind and clouds to rise and fall. The power within his body surged and exploded, and the spiritual energy instantly strengthened his physical body, making his entire body feel as if it had been forged by thunder and fire.
From the inside out, through ultimate internal refinement, every organ and cell is baptized by true fire, becoming incomparably powerful. Power surges forth, the physical body surpasses its former glory, and the precious sword remains indestructible.
After an unknown amount of time, the sword spirit stopped absorbing, leaving behind three thunder ore and fire ore, which quietly entered the sword body and fell into a deep sleep.
He gently collected the remaining ore. At this moment, the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to have been completely absorbed, becoming thin and almost non-existent, and it was unknown how long it would take to recover.
With a flick of his fingertip, a blade of energy as thin as a hair shot out. Carried with the light of thunder and fire, it shimmered with a dazzling silver-white light, like a bolt of lightning ripping through the night sky.
A whooshing, booming sound exploded, like thunder from the heavens.
The blade energy moved with astonishing speed, seemingly transcending spatial barriers, instantly appearing amidst a shadowy aura. It exploded, the powerful energy turning everything around into ashes in an instant.
With the force of a single finger, it pierced through the mountain, creating a hole the size of a thumb that stretched for 50,000 miles, blasting open a solid barrier.
'Thump, thump, thump' like deep drumbeats, regular and powerful, a huge heart with a diameter of ten feet was instantly filled with vitality, sensing the fatal crisis, and began to beat rapidly.
He Chen was slightly taken aback, a thought flashing through his mind. 'The Ten Thousand Mountains, the black aura—it's a confrontation. Naturally, escape is out of the question.'
He moved swiftly away, diverting a moment of his attention to observe the changes within himself.
Weapon: Gentleman's Blade, sturdy and sharp, level 3000, with the abilities of Silence, Shatter, Critical Strike, Intimidation, and lightning and fire spirituality.
Inner Strength Technique: Thunderfire Inner Strength Technique, Level 4000
Realm: Rank 11, Martial Saint
The Gentleman's Blade has been imbued with the spirituality of thunder and fire, and is no longer afraid of the power of thunder and fire. The stronger the thunder and fire, the more advantageous it is, as if it comes from within the thunder and fire, creating something from nothing, with the thunder and fire appearing spontaneously.
With the cultivation technique reaching level 4000, the Martial Saint appeared. The world seemed to present a completely different scene, indescribable. The world seemed even more intimate, as if heavenly thunder and earthly fire were being drawn together, mysteriously appearing out of thin air.
It seemed to possess the power of thunder in winter and snow in summer. I can ponder it more carefully later. Right now, I only want to deal with the strange existence that I was previously wary of.
It was as if they were traveling through space; in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, they arrived at a vast underground space. Within this space, the skeletons of enormous creatures stood tall, like houses carved out of a small mountain.
Just now, there was a huge, bright red heart. In front of it was a black bird with three legs, shaped like a crane, with its feathers shining as black as ink. It was about ten feet tall, and its terrifying aura made it seem as if there was death all around.
It resembled a three-legged bird, with a pair of dark eyes, a hint of fear and a hint of greed, staring at He Chen as if wanting to take his place.
A huge, beating heart, but the deathly aura in the space remained undiminished. The powerful corrosive force surrounding the black three-legged bird seemed to be about to devour He Chen, and unknowingly, it had already surrounded He Chen.
The three-legged bird said in a low voice, "Mortal, you've trespassed here. Why don't you kneel down and beg for mercy, or perhaps I might spare your life."
Feel the eerie black threads surrounding you, wrapping you up layer by layer, from top to bottom.
He Chen's expression remained unchanged as he said in a low voice, "My life is here; come and take it."
The three-legged bird's face turned even darker, and its expression became increasingly bizarre and ferocious.
Seeing this, He Chen understood slightly and said in a low voice, 'It seems he too was born to borrow a life. Then let him die.'
The blade flashed, and lightning and fire appeared like a thousand rays of light and auspicious colors. Golden light and golden lotus shook the surrounding area. With all its might, it charged forward, and lightning and fire surrounded the blade. The surrounding air seemed to vaporize like molten lava. With a sudden slash, the three-legged bird was split in half in mid-air.
The three-legged bird let out a muffled groan, then quickly merged back into one, snarling, "Mortal, you can't kill me! Submit to me now, or I'll swallow you whole!"
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