652 Transformation
Suddenly, he looked around and the sound of wind and rain lessened. He heard a woman pleading for mercy and sounds of wanton teasing.
Zhan Liuliang looked around and realized that he had arrived at a village outside the city. The houses were simple and the streets were narrow.
In the distance, there was a large courtyard with blue tiles, and faintly visible were the glows of a large fire—the glow of a bonfire.
'This is the local land-shoveling gang.'
Zhan Liu's expression hardened. The thug who framed him that day had long been chopped into pieces by him, but the gang behind him had not been wiped out in time.
"I've heard that the strongest member of their gang is only a newly advanced cultivator, but they're ruthless and have already harmed many villagers, leaving nothing behind."
Looking at his emaciated body, Zhan Liuliang couldn't help but feel a deep sorrow. His body seemed to have been pushed to its limit; every bone was bulging, and his skin clung tightly to his bones, devoid of any life.
It seemed that its life was slipping away quietly, and if it didn't replenish its nutrition in time, it might lose its life.
Zhan Liuliang gritted his teeth, his sunken eyes resembling those of a ferocious, hungry mad dog, and muttered, 'How can I die? How can a good person die? I still have a wife and children to protect.'
Zhan Liuliang couldn't help but slowly circulate a wisp of scorching energy to gradually dispel the coldness on his body.
He drew his blade, closed his eyes, and instantly felt a clarity in his mind: 'I am a god, I will punish evil and sin!'
He opened his eyes, removed a piece of black cloth to cover his face again, gripped his blade, and quickly left, thinking to himself, 'A small gang outside the city, surrounded by terrified villagers. They probably won't come out even if they hear anything. If they do, it's just bad luck.'
Inside the courtyard with its blue tiles, two guards were on patrol, a campfire crackling nearby, its flames dancing in the night, bringing a touch of warmth to the cold night.
Deep, alluring sounds emanated from several rooms in the courtyard, breaking the tranquility of the cold night.
The voice, like a magnet, drew the attention of the four guards, causing a strange flutter in their hearts.
As their eyes met, a dreamy feeling began to creep in, as if a kitten was tickling their heart, yet they dared not rush in immediately.
They couldn't help but look at each other, their eyes revealing an indescribable longing.
Each person wore an ill-fitting robe, with a dagger tucked into their waistband.
One of the young men, with a long scar on his forehead, looked on with envy and whispered, "They're all resting and having fun inside, while the two of us are here. When will we get a break? It's already past midnight; it'll be dawn soon."
Seeing the same envious and jealous look in his companion's eyes, he couldn't help but say, "It's so late, and it's raining so hard, who would come to cause trouble? Why don't we go to the last room?"
The gang leader arrested another family of debtors yesterday; they're probably enjoying themselves in there now.
Zhan Liuliang crept over, probed the area briefly, and then instantly scaled the wall and came in.
Zhan Liuliang lunged forward suddenly, like a hungry tiger, ready to devour its prey.
The large blade in his hand gleamed with a cold light, drawing a sharp arc in the night as he swiftly slashed horizontally at the two guards.
"Ah!" A scream rang out as the nearest guard's head hung precariously from the ground, blood gushing out instantly. Zhan Liuliang's greatsword sliced through the thin neck below the head as easily as cutting tofu, killing him instantly.
Seeing this, the other guard was shocked and was about to turn around to call for help when a figure rushed in front of him with a flash of cold light. With a swing of a large blade, blood splattered and wet the ground.
At this moment, the screams startled the people who were enjoying themselves, and hurried sounds came from inside.
A chilling smile curled at the corner of Zhan Liuliang's mouth. Without hesitation, he picked up the burning wood from the campfire, and with a flick of his arm, he threw the scorching wood accurately into several rooms in the courtyard, just like throwing javelins.
The wood traced fiery trails through the air before falling into the room, instantly igniting any flammable materials inside.
The fire spread rapidly, and flames shot into the sky, instantly illuminating the night sky around the Qingwa Courtyard as if it were daytime.
Thick smoke billowed, carrying the acrid smell of burning wood, permeating the entire courtyard.
The fire grew fiercer, flames licking at the wooden beams and tiles of the house, making crackling sounds.
Zhan Liuliang stood aside, coldly watching everything unfold. There was no pity in his eyes, only determination and decisiveness. Seeing the shouts and chaos, he suddenly rushed in like an assassin.
He gripped the large blade tightly, swung it fiercely, and the blade flashed like a meteor across the night sky, as if the Milky Way were pouring down, slicing down the man who was just about to curse, before he could even pull up his pants.
It was as if a head had fallen to the ground, and he suddenly awoke with a start, his eyes wide open, completely bewildered as to what had happened.
His movements were as swift as the wind, the great blade flying in his hand like a tiger descending a mountain, fierce and powerful. He pounced forward suddenly, cleaving the blade in two, cutting the victim in half. The victim howled in pain, like a wild wolf in a rage.
Zhan Liuliang's greatsword danced, each strike causing blood to flow endlessly, like a giant wave rolling and surging!
Its overwhelming momentum was enough to shake the heavens and the earth, like the arrival of death.
"Who goes there? How dare you cause trouble for my Digging Land Gang? You're asking for death!" A bald, burly man, wielding a bronze halberd seven feet long and weighing about fifty pounds, suddenly charged forward.
Zhan Liu swung his large blades out suddenly, his blood surging, and a scorching power, like a giant wave in a storm, surged and was unstoppable.
The blade gleamed with a cold light, and with a series of deafening whistles, as the two clashed, the bald man suddenly felt as if his internal organs were on fire, burning and excruciatingly painful, and he instantly let go.
He closed in, brandished his blade, the large, dark red blade blazing like a wildfire, fierce and wild, and cleaved through the air with a single strike!
The bald, burly man felt as if his entire body's meridians were being scorched by raging fire, and his internal organs were as if they were engulfed in a sea of flames; the pain was indescribable.
He struggled with all his might, but found that his body was completely out of control, and he was powerless. He felt as if his internal organs were being burned by a hot iron, and suddenly all his strength was gone.
He watched helplessly as the sharp blade descended, its chilling light aimed directly at his forehead. He tried to dodge, but his body seemed frozen in place, unable to move.
The sound of a large blade slicing through the air rang in his ears, and in that instant, the bald, burly man seemed to hear the sound of his own heart stopping.
He felt an unprecedented despair and helplessness, and could only watch helplessly as death descended, just as his halberd pierced through those who resisted him, the villagers who were disrespectful to him, and the beautiful village woman he had just robbed yesterday.
The large blade pierced through his forehead, raising a cloud of blood mist.
In an instant, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and no one dared to breathe!
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