Chapter 205: Shen Qing, don't kill anymore!

Li Gui struggled, wanting to reach out and grab the hatchet, but just then Shen Qing had already arrived in front of Li Gui.

He kicked Li Gui in the waist and abdomen, and only a cracking sound was heard.

Li Gui's kidney was directly blown apart by Shen Qing's kick, and at the same time Li Gui was kicked up into midair.

Shen Qing brandished the Slay Dragon sword quickly, each strike leaving a wound of varying depth on Li Gui's body.

In just a short breath's time, Li Gui's body was slashed with over a hundred wounds by Shen Qing, blood spraying everywhere.

Li Gui then realized that Shen Qing was torturing him.

Li Gui bellowed in despair: "Shen Qing! Give me a quick death! Don't humiliate me!"

The speed of Shen Qing's blade increased a bit more, his voice tinged with mockery.

"Ridiculous—how come you didn't give that woman a quick death just now? What right do you have to say that?"

Li Gui roared: "She's just an ant—I'm a Heavenly Gang Star! I'm a martial artist of the Primordial Core Realm! Can't you give me a dignified exit?"

Shen Qing laughed: "An ant? To me right now, you're nothing but an ant."

Before Li Gui could say anything,

Shen Qing swung his blade, severing Li Gui's left palm, then swiftly followed with a spinning kick that kicked Li Gui's own palm into his mouth.

Shen Qing laughed loudly: "Heavenly Killer Star? You like eating people, huh? Then feel the taste of your own flesh and blood!"

Li Gui only felt his stomach churn, a dry heave, and spat out the palm in his mouth, letting out a fearful roar.

"Madman! Madman!"

"Exactly! Exactly! Exactly! Just howl like a defeated stray dog! Embrace your ugliest, most painful death! Hahaha..."

After a short while, Shen Qing stopped his movements; Li Gui's figure had completely vanished, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground.

Meanwhile, the Slay Dragon sword in Shen Qing's hand continued to faintly glow, now madly devouring the Heavenly Killer Star's fate.

In Shen Qing's sight, the spirit of the demon sword, the purple python, was undergoing a frenzied transformation—white scales gradually sprouted along its body, and two bumps began to appear on its forehead, like the beginnings of dragon horns.

Shen Qing also understood: as long as the Slay Dragon sword kills enough White Dragon Sect members, it can complete its draconic transformation and become a true White Dragon.

The Slay Dragon sword trembled slightly in Shen Qing's hand, sending him a thought.

"Master, let's hurry and kill the next White Dragon Sect Heavenly Gang Star."

Shen Qing chuckled and sheathed the Slay Dragon sword.

"White Dragon Sect, White Dragon Sect, you actually forged a peerless demonic sword for me."

This world's history is ancient, its territories vast beyond measure, and demonic swords existing in it are certainly not few.

But a demonic sword capable of evolution, with such immense potential, is absolutely as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

Shen Qing turned his head; Ma Qing was hurrying over here.

"Lord Shen! Lord Shen, there's a major discovery here."

Saying this, Ma Qing handed a ledger to Shen Qing, his face solemn.

"Lord Shen, take a look—just now, while the underlings were fighting, I picked up this ledger, which records the White Dragon Sect's dealings with some officials. Take a look..."

Shen Qing glanced at it, then tossed it back to Ma Qing: "We already have the ledger, we already have the names—why are you still coming to ask me what to do?"

"Arrest them one by one according to the list! Interrogate them one by one! Kill them one by one!"

Ma Qing hesitated a little.

Shen Qing glanced at him: "Do you think there are too many people? Do you think the offices are too high?"

"I'll say it plainly—worst case, we just shuffle all the Qingzhou officials and start over! What's the point of keeping this bunch of good-for-nothings?"

"They can all sit in those positions—anyone else could sit just as well."

"If a Vice Minister post is vacant, Ma Qing, you take it; if a Minister post is vacant, you take it; if a Chancellor post is vacant, that position will be yours!"

"So I don't want to say it again—just kill them!"

Ma Qing gritted his teeth, took a deep breath: "Understood! I'm going right away!"

Saying this, Ma Qing turned and walked toward the already-ended battlefield: "Commandant Wu! Bring your men and follow me!"

Over the next few days, the entire Qingzhou was engulfed in bloody chaos.

Through the White Dragon Sect's Manufacturing Bureau, we successively uncovered four of its major strongholds, while also slaughtering a great number of officials.

Martial Yang Prefecture, the imperial palace.

Zhu Lingyue, seated in meditation in the secret chamber, slowly opened her golden eyes, her aura gradually stabilizing.

After secluding herself for a long time, Zhu Lingyue had completed a breakthrough in her cultivation realm and consolidated it.

She waved her hand, and the heavy door of the secret chamber slowly opened.

The maid guarding the door hurried into the chamber and knelt on one knee.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

Zhu Lingyue spoke in a flat tone: "How has the outside world been lately? Has anything happened?"

The maid replied: "Your Majesty, it seems many things have occurred outside; Eunuch Zheng comes to see me every day."

"Summon him for an audience."

"Yes."

Not long after, the old eunuch Zheng hurried in and dropped to his knees as soon as he entered.

"Your Majesty, you've finally left seclusion."

Zhu Lingyue glanced at him: "What has happened?"

Eunuch Zheng immediately handed over several memorials that had been prepared in advance.

Zhu Lingyue began to examine them.

The first memorial stated: Shen Qing destroyed the White Dragon Sect's Manufacturing Bureau and also killed a Heavenly Gang Star and several Earthly Fiends of the sect.

However, it was still relatively calm, after all, in history the Great Wu had also exterminated the White Dragon Sect's Manufacturing Bureau.

The second dossier was about the extermination of Prince Wen, but upon seeing the amount of Wen Prince's embezzlement, Zhu Lingyue let out a cold snort.

This Prince Wen is quite bold.

However, these aren't a big deal; killing Prince Wen may have a big impact, but his crimes are deserved.

Eunuch Zheng, kneeling on the ground, lifted his head: "Your Majesty, these are Shen Qing's achievements."

Shen Qing has really gone mad with killing; I, this old servant, have separately compiled a dossier of the officials he killed, which is the bottommost one.

Zhu Lingyue took out that dossier, flipped it open, glanced at it a few times, and saw only a few names.

Just these few? It's not a big deal; let him kill as he wishes.

Eunuch Zheng showed an expression uglier than crying.

Your Majesty, you have it reversed; that's the back side, look at the front.

Zhu Lingyue flipped the dossier over; the characters were written densely, like ants.

Zhu Lingyue, usually as calm as autumn water, felt her eyelids twitch; a frigid aura swept forth, covering the entire secret chamber with a layer of frost.

In the next instant, the frost vanished again; Zhu Lingyue waved her hand: "I understand, you may leave."

The old eunuch and the maid exchanged a glance, then all retreated from the secret chamber; with a bang, the chamber's door closed once more.

Zhu Lingyue sat in the chair, her pure white palm supporting her forehead, a chill of frost sweeping over.

Shen Qing! What on earth are you doing!

Don't kill anymore!