550 Those who seek immortality are free from all attachments.
He let out a loud, booming shout, his voice as powerful as thunder, which sent a shiver down the spines of all the gamblers and guards around him.
Wherever his gaze passed, a chilling atmosphere descended. His long sword flashed, exuding boundless majesty and domineering aura, as if it could freeze the entire atmosphere around him.
The shockwave made everyone's ears ring. Instantly, the group surrounded them, attacking with swords and shields, quickly forming a line to charge at those wielding knives and swords.
Those who do not abandon their blades will be killed without mercy. Surround and kill.
In an instant, they swarmed and attacked the guards in the gambling den. Their knives were ruthless, and they were even more ruthless. Those who did not surrender were not spared.
Sharp knives, merciless swords, the blades flashing in the light, blood flowing everywhere, soaking the ground, the table, and the silver. Gamblers all around fled in panic, wishing they had wings.
He thought to himself, "This is a disaster! I've actually provoked the Yao family. Everyone here knows that this business is jointly run by the Yao and Hong families." He felt a mix of schadenfreude and a desire to see both sides suffer a crushing defeat so he could have some fun.
Inside the Yao family mansion, the Yao family patriarch leaped into the air, furious, his face contorted with rage, his eyes blazing with fury, clearly enraged to the extreme.
He thought to himself, 'Why hasn't it been bestowed yet? Just as they said, a large number of living beings are needed to gain more attention, and the number of living beings required will only increase as time goes on.'
You dare disturb me at such an important moment? You're all despicable.
With a longsword in hand, its aura three feet long, mingled with black and red, carrying an eerie quality, his dark face growled, "Who is it? Who dares to act so presumptuously in my Hezhou, daring to cause trouble for my He family? Don't they know my He family has powerful connections?"
Anger seemed to ignite everything around it.
In the secluded cultivation grounds of the Yao family's backyard, the Yao family elder looked at himself, his hair turning black, his skin becoming fair and tender, his cultivation breakthrough granting him another hundred years of lifespan, and the prospect of becoming a Martial Emperor in the future.
Hearing the sounds of battle outside, his heart tightened, then relaxed slightly. He remained indifferent, as if it were none of his business, and whispered, "If they don't bother me, then so be it. Immortality is within my reach, but I absolutely cannot allow anything to go wrong."
These disciples and their descendants are just a matter of death; as long as I live, they will continue to be born.
I'm so young, I could easily have a few more children. Absolutely.
With a sinister glint in his eyes, he remained silent, bowing several times to the Crimson Flame Demon King. Suddenly, a realization dawned on him: 'Next time, double the offerings, preferably those brimming with vitality or young and strong.'
He paused for a moment, then slowly nodded, 'Thank you, Demon God. I will certainly fulfill your request, my only request is that you grant me power so that I may live forever.'
They prostrated themselves before the statue with utmost reverence, their minds solely focused on pleasing the demon god and gaining longevity, long life, long life; nothing else mattered.
They are turning a deaf ear to the danger their own descendants are in.
Lin Yi and Ren Pingsheng teamed up for the first time, and their eyes met, conveying a thousand words in unison, a silent yet tacit understanding.
Lin Yi took the lead and attacked without much fanfare. His sword energy shot out like a rainbow, cutting through the air and shaking the heavens and earth, heading straight for the face of the Yao family head. He was determined to finish the battle quickly from the start.
Ren Pingsheng followed closely behind, gripping the slender sword tightly in his hand, becoming one with the sword. A chill instantly permeated the sword, and ice suddenly appeared in the three-inch space around the sword.
Their figures moved like swords, becoming one with their blades, transforming into a dazzling streak of light that shot straight towards the Yao family head. Their sword energy was sharp and their momentum overwhelming. Together, they faced a formidable foe head-on, displaying unparalleled dominance and power.
A calm and ruthless mind can kill with a single blow.
The Yao family patriarch was terrified, his eyes wide with rage. Daring not to offer the slightest resistance, he turned and fled, cursing inwardly, "You two Martial Kings attacking me together? How shameless!"
His movements were as swift as the wind; using all his strength, his speed was like an arrow released from a bow, as he rushed towards the ancestor's location, shouting, "Ancestor, save me!"
He was certain that King Wu's ancestor could save his life.
The blade struck with a deafening roar, causing the surrounding air to explode. The Yao family head felt as if his internal organs were being crushed by a giant boulder, and he coughed up blood. However, he dared not stop for the moment, and his body was forced to pause slightly.
Before he could even think, a flash of sword light streaked across his eyes, tearing through the night sky like a shooting star. The dazzling light burst forth before the Yao family head, like fireworks in the night, brilliant and spectacular.
Its speed was so fast that it was almost beyond the reach of the naked eye; one could only feel the shock it left behind. It accurately struck the Yao family patriarch's forehead and then disappeared quickly. In that instant, the air seemed to freeze.
Fresh blood spurted out, flying three feet away.
Arrows rained down, but the eldest son, accompanied by his guards, broke through the encirclement. A blade of energy struck, and he was instantly cut in two.
"Spare me, spare me!" As the blade flashed, the third young master of the Yao family knelt down and begged for mercy. He immediately felt something sticking out in his crotch, his face turning bright red, wishing he could disappear into nowhere.
Lin Yi and Ren Pingsheng did not linger at all, their eyes showing a hint of seriousness, and headed in the direction that the Yao family head was preparing to escape to.
In the dimly lit and silent inner courtyard, which was spacious and deep, all the servants lay in pools of blood, their bodies as if they had been drained of blood.
Their faces were ashen; they were probably scared to death.
Lin Yi and Ren Pingsheng looked at the old-fashioned silk dress on a young-looking person and immediately felt that something was out of place.
Black hair, youthful face, but with an unfathomable, world-weary look in his eyes; both of them felt a chill run down their spines.
Lin Yi said in a deep voice, "You are the patriarch of the Yao family." His eyes scrutinized the person carefully, and suddenly a faint smell wafted over—a putrid smell—from behind the person in front of him.
A stench of blood mingled with his own, and his consciousness instantly sharpened. His face turned as black as charcoal, and a murderous intent surged forth, accompanied by the clatter of his blade.
The Yao family patriarch chuckled softly and said, "The Yao family head colluded with evil spirits and has already been executed by you all. I am deeply grateful to the two of you for dealing with this evil cultivator on behalf of my Yao family."
He chuckled softly, as if everything could be so, "My Yao family will gift you two ten thousand taels of gold and five ginseng roots. That should satisfy you both. What do you say?"
Lin smiled knowingly and asked in a deep voice, "I've heard that Elder Yao is an old man with white hair, already very old. Don't you think you're too young?"
The Yao family patriarch nodded slightly, as if he had already prepared his explanation, and slowly said, "Before my lifespan ended, I made a rare achievement and broke through to the Martial King realm; it was truly a blessing from Heaven."
This repulsive smell of gunpowder and sulfur is indelible evidence of guilt, shrouding the land of Qingshi Village.
The entire village of Qing Shi was ravaged, with no one spared; it seems this was your doing. 'A chilling murderous intent.'
Ren Pingsheng's eyes were icy, calm and profound, as if he could see through the black and white of the other person's soul.
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