Chapter 305: Massacre of the City

Qin Ming took out the Shi Fu, and just as he opened the Small Spirit Realm to step into the outside world,

the Shi Tian Shu in his spirit beast bag spoke with a grave tone: "Master, there is an extremely dense aura of the demonic path coming from the direction of Sanxiancheng; something must have happened."

Upon hearing this, Qin Ming immediately froze; in the past, he certainly would not have bothered, but now that he possessed ample strength, he naturally had to take a look.

He immediately turned back to bring along both Yin Yi Shuangfeng and the Profound Water Crocodile.

Then, mounting the Yin Yi Shuangfeng, he shot toward Sanxiancheng with the speed of lightning and sparks.

Outside Sanxiancheng, black clouds churned violently.

Several thousand demonic cultivators had surrounded the entire city so tightly that not even water could leak through.

The corpses of cultivators outside the city covered the ground, and a bloody stench assaulted the nose.

Under the relentless bombardment of countless demonic attacks filled with evil qi, the purple protective formation's light curtain began to sway precariously.

The many loose cultivators and Jin Kuizong cultivators guarding inside the city, gazing at the surging demonic qi outside the walls, began to show expressions of terror.

"City Master Fan, how much longer can we hold out here? I have already sent a distress signal to my sect, only to learn that the sect itself is under attack by demonic cultivators." Chen Beixuan's face looked rather unpleasant.

He still could not figure out how such a large number of demonic cultivators had appeared out of thin air.

This had left them completely unprepared, resulting in heavy losses.

Nowadays, within Sanxiancheng, only City Master Fan and he himself were at the late Foundation Establishment stage, yet facing such a vast number of demonic cultivators, it was of no help.

Moreover, among the opposing camp, there were also quite a few Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators.

"They are people from the Yuanmo Sect and the Hehuan Sect."

Just at that moment,

dozens of li outside the city, where black clouds churned, several streaks of pitch-black fleeing light arrived instantly from afar.

The figures of a hook-nosed, sinister-looking man and a dissolute, yin-soft, handsome young man materialized.

It was precisely Qiu Ye and Ye Wuxian, the two who had been teleported over previously.

With the appearance of these two, a terrifying aura of magic power at the peak of Foundation Establishment instantly descended outside the city.

"Peak Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators!"

City Master Fan exclaimed in great shock, while Chen Beixuan also revealed a complex and conflicted expression.

"Old Fan, I'm afraid this city cannot be held today."

"Prepare to abandon the city and flee for our lives."

But before he could finish speaking, what would shock the two of them even more was yet to come.

Behind the hook-nosed man and the yin-soft handsome man,

a dark-red carriage adorned with dragon-pattern reliefs slowly materialized, traveling through the air; the cabin was semi-open, featuring only a luxurious sunshade canopy.

The carriage was pulled by no spirit beast; inside, upon a throne, a young man with a demonic and strange countenance lay reclined, a diamond-shaped cyan rune marked between his eyebrows.

At first glance, not a single fluctuation of magic power could be detected on this person.

Upon seeing this person's arrival, Qiu Ye of the Yuanmo Sect and Ye Wuxian of the Hehuan Sect immediately dropped their previously arrogant postures and bowed respectfully toward the carriage, saying:

"Greetings, Envoy Yang, my lord!"

The cultivators inside Sanxiancheng, witnessing this scene, panicked completely; if someone could make two great cultivators at the peak of Foundation Establishment act so submissively, who else could it be but a Jin Dan demonic cultivator? At this point, even City Master Fan and Chen Beixuan, who were guarding Sanxiancheng, could no longer maintain their composure.

The demonic and strange young man on the dark-red dragon-patterned carriage spoke indifferently: "I heard that a ghost disaster relic has appeared in this realm, which is the former palace of the White Bone Old Demon; although I did not find that Hooked-Jade Jin Guang Mirror, this trip was not in vain, as I managed to capture a capable subordinate."

"The cultivators in this city will serve perfectly to nourish him."

As he finished speaking, he took out a black ghost banner and waved it; instantly, black demonic qi surged forth, and from within it stepped a demonic corpse with green hair and fangs, radiating a terrifying fluctuation of magic power at the Golden Core level! "Green-Scale Ghost King!"

Seeing the Ghost King appear, Qiu Ye and Ye Wuxian beside him could not help but break out in a cold sweat.

They both knew very well that this Ghost King had been born within the Taihu relic, where it had slaughtered indiscriminately throughout the State of Liang, possessing unmatched strength; even Jin Dan old ancestors had to give it a wide berth.

They never expected that such a fierce Golden Core-level ghost creature had been subdued by Envoy Yang; one could only imagine his true cultivation level.

The Green-Scale Ghost King stood over eight feet tall, with a burly build, clad in bone-white armor and wielding a giant halberd topped with a ghost head; an aura of tyranny and cruelty instantly enveloped the entire city.

Witnessing this scene, Chen Beixuan could no longer hold himself together.

He shouted in a low voice to City Master Fan: "Flee quickly!"

Suddenly,

the Green-Scale Ghost King swept the ghost-headed giant halberd in his hand downward, slashing out an incomparably sharp black ribbon of light that tore through the sky and struck the protective formation of Sanxiancheng.

Boom! Crack! Under such a terrifying strike, the purple defensive light shield shattered like foam, breaking apart and scattering into oblivion.

His eyes revealed a hint of bloodthirstiness as he fixed his gaze on City Master Fan and Chen Beixian, who were fleeing toward the rear of the city.

These two possessed the highest cultivation within the city, making them naturally the finest supplements for him.

City Master Fan suddenly felt locked by a bone-chilling coldness; terrified out of his wits, he immediately took out a life-preserving talisman and slapped it onto himself.

But in the next instant,

a mist of ghostly fog rippled across the Green-Scale Ghost King's body, and he vanished from the spot instantly.

Splat!

When he reappeared, he had already pierced through City Master Fan's back; a pair of ghost claws as hard as steel tendons protruded from his chest, clutching a beating, blood-soaked heart.

City Master Fan's face turned as pale as paper; gazing in terror at the spot on his chest where blood was spurting continuously, he displayed an expression of disbelief.

Then his pupils dilated, and his consciousness instantly plunged into boundless darkness. The loose cultivators inside the city, witnessing this scene, realized that even City Master Fan, as strong as he was at the late Foundation Establishment stage, could not withstand a single strike from this ghost creature.

One by one, they were frightened until their livers and gallbladders shattered, crying out for their fathers and mothers as they scattered and fled in all directions.

Chen Beixuan's heart also plummeted to the bottom; despair filled his face, for he clearly could not escape the grasp of this Golden Core-level Ghost King.

With the formation broken and the city gates wide open, the demonic cultivators of the Yuanmo Sect and the Hehuan Sect surged into the city to begin a massive slaughter.

Instantly, a scene of utter horror unfolded here.

Ye Wuxian and Qiu Ye also began to take out their respective demonic treasures, joining the fray to reap the lives of cultivators.

Both of them possessed peak Foundation Establishment cultivation in the demonic path; with every strike, countless cultivators fell like wheat, becoming dead souls beneath their demonic artifacts.

As for the eerie man addressed as Envoy Yang, he sat atop a dark red carriage adorned with dragon patterns, watching everything with cold eyes, his heart utterly unmoved.

Chen Beixuan consecutively unleashed several of his trump cards, transforming into a blue afterimage as he desperately fled outward.

Yet the Green-Scaled Ghost King behind him, having completely devoured Governor Fan, instantly turned to pursue him once more.

The Green-Scaled Ghost King's eyes blazed with green light; how could he possibly allow the ant before him to escape?

With merely a flash of movement, he appeared behind Chen Beixuan, extending a sharp claw whose jet-black nails shimmered with dark, cold radiance as they slashed toward him in an instant.

Just as despair filled Chen Beixuan's eyes and he was about to make a final, desperate stand—

Whoosh! Screech!

A streak of light flashed by, seemingly drawing a thin cyan line through the air, directly severing one of the Green-Scaled Ghost King's hands! Simultaneously, a vast spiritual pressure that stirred dread in the heart descended upon Sanxiancheng, spreading from afar to near.

Under this immense spiritual pressure, those bloodthirsty, killing low-rank demonic cultivators exploded one after another.

Seeing this, the eerie young man on the dark red dragon-patterned carriage displayed an extremely grave expression; he rose to his feet and gazed toward the distant sky opposite.

There, space underwent violent fluctuations, then rippled outward like water waves, revealing an ordinary-looking young man whose emanating spiritual pressure caused every demonic cultivator in the city to change color in fear! Even Qiu Ye and Ye Wuxian, with their sinister and gloomy countenances, looked upon the other with terror, exclaiming in shock and suspicion:

"True Person Wangyue!"

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(End of Chapter)