Chapter 565: A Swift End

Su Xing took Huang Rong and set off, without asking for a map or specific directions.

With his martial arts intuition, it was impossible for him to encounter any confusion or anomalies in this already-conquered 0.7-tier dream world.

Departing from the Eastern Capital of Bianliang, Su Xing considered Huang Rong’s tolerance and did not unleash his full speed with true qi; he traveled at only a few thousand meters per second, arriving outside Jiangdu City in just over two minutes.

Seeing Jiangdu City being bombarded by long-range weapons like catapults and divine arm crossbows, he felt no particular concern. Instead, he turned his gaze toward a location about twenty kilometers from the city, where blood-red light pierced the sky and resentment surged so high it was visible in the physical realm, stirring heavy black clouds above.

A few minutes before Su Xing’s arrival, at that location twenty kilometers outside the city, there was a small valley. Several thousand rebel soldiers were sheathing their blades, while inside the valley lay at least fifty thousand corpses, piled high, with blood flowing like a stream.

"My Lord desires fresh blood; blood represents the spirituality of life," a white-robed priest said with a smile.

The white-robed priest had golden hair, green eyes, and a face full of stubble, with a sturdy build.

"My Lord is the Lord of Holiness; He only requires the soul," a red-robed cleric shouted, pressing his hands against his chest to form a flame shape.

This red-robed cleric had brown hair, brown eyes, and a face full of stubble, with a tall, lean build.

Behind both of them stood a dozen followers in matching white and red robes. The white-robed group wore vestments adorned with crosses, while the red-robed group wore cloaks patterned with flames.

Standing opposite them were over twenty people dressed in Song attire, all pale or sallow-faced. The leader, a man over three meters tall but as thin as a withered skeleton, let out a ghastly laugh: "The remaining flesh and bones belong to us. Divided into three parts, it is just enough to complete the sacrifice."

All three parties were satisfied. The red-robed cleric stepped forward and said, "Then this time, let our side lead the summoning of the Great Black Heaven Demon God, and the spoils of war shall go to us."

The withered skeleton old man sneered disdainfully, "Take them, take them. There are plenty of Song people. With this great mobilization of blades, my White Bone Ten Thousand Soul Curse can also be perfected."

The red-robed cleric nodded in satisfaction and immediately began chanting and performing rituals. At that moment, a ball of flames rose from his body, but these flames were eerie and cold, and within them, thousands of hideous ghosts could be seen struggling. Soon, the entire mountain and valley echoed with the terrifying wails of ghosts. Countless wandering spirits and vengeful souls emerged from the corpses, and under an invisible force, they were gathered and surged toward the sky.

The sky gradually darkened, and dark red lightning surged. Vaguely, a gate of withered bones began to manifest within the clouds.

"In the name of my Lord Ahura Mazda, and with the Holy Fire as witness, Great Black Heaven Demon God, descend and heed my wish!"

Everyone saw a holy flame begin to burn upon the partially visible bone gate. Gradually, the gate creaked open, and a massive pitch-black claw reached out from the crack.

Suddenly, a human figure flew in from the distance like a gale. One moment it was on the horizon, the next it was right before them. Everyone instinctively looked toward the figure flying in with the speed of thunder. Someone behind the withered skeleton old man turned pale and shouted, "The Immortal’s disciple! It’s the Immortal’s disciple!"

The withered skeleton old man’s face showed fear, but seeing the massive black claw, over a hundred meters long, he sneered ghastly, "Fear not! Had he come at another time, we might have had to retreat, but we have just sacrificed tens of thousands of victims. This extraterrestrial demon god possesses divine power; let us see how this so-called Immortal’s disciple fares!"

"I want to see if this Immortal’s discip—"

The withered skeleton old man’s face twisted in ferocity, as did the white-robed priest’s and the red-robed cleric’s. Then, they saw the human figure descend from the sky and kick directly at the extending black claw.

A two-meter-tall human figure against a hundred-meter-long pitch-black claw—everyone imagined the arrogant Immortal’s disciple being torn to shreds.

Then...

The pitch-black claw exploded with a bang. A massive screech seemed to ring in everyone’s ears, but before the sound could finish, they saw the two-meter figure grab the remaining bone and flesh of the claw and pull outward.

The force was unimaginable. It forcibly tore open the partially opened bone gate, pulling out the arm attached to the claw, then half the body. A pitch-black demon, five or six hundred meters tall, was left stuck in the bone gate. Before the eyes of the horrified demon, who was screeching, cursing, and trembling, the two-meter figure—holding a young girl in one hand—began to twist, pull, tear, crush, and execute the demon with the other.

In less than a second, half of the pitch-black demon’s body was reduced to meat paste and shattered bone. Even half of its ribcage was torn away, and half its throat was crushed. It was nearly decapitated before it finally shrieked and fled back into the bone gate. The gate slammed shut, and a voice transmitted from the holy fire.

"Mortal, how dare you!?"

The voice was majestic and grand, as if the entire world were questioning in anger.

"ROAR!"

The human figure let out a roar toward the sky, the sound rolling like thunder and howling across the world, suppressing the majestic voice from the holy fire.

"Dare you, you bastard!? Look at me, pull me! Once I become an Ascendant, I will go to your home and scatter your family’s ashes!"

The majestic, grand voice ceased instantly. The bone gate and the tens of thousands of sacrificed souls were swallowed by the holy fire and vanished.

Su Xing stood in mid-air, waiting for a few seconds. Watching the dark clouds dissipate, he immediately asked, "Mainframe, determine if I have been targeted or pulled by that entity."

"Determination complete. Citizen Su Xing, you have not gained any new Source-level targeting."

Su Xing’s face darkened.

He had seen those tens of thousands of civilian souls; although he had struck immediately, those souls were beyond saving—they had already satisfied the causal laws of that entity.

Su Xing turned his gaze to the crowd below. With a flash, the Spirit-Severing Blade appeared in his hand. Without a word, he channeled his true qi into the blade and swung it in a circle, slicing the entire small valley in two.

Everyone—the thousands of soldiers and dozens of cultivators—watched in stunned horror as the valley collapsed. They didn't dare move, for their survival instinct told them a terrifying fact:

To move is to die!

"Who... summoned that thing?"

Su Xing landed. His voice resonated throughout the valley, clear to every soldier.

Everyone instinctively looked toward the red-robed cleric group.

The red-robed clerics were paralyzed with fear.

They were a branch of the Manichaean priesthood, believing in the Supreme God Ahura Mazda, symbolized by the Holy Fire. The Great Black Heaven Demon God was merely one of Ahura Mazda’s many demon gods.

But even a demon god was a deity, and Ahura Mazda had spoken through the holy fire, only to be rebuked by this Immortal’s disciple—and yet, Ahura Mazda hadn't sent down holy fire to incinerate this blasphemer!?

Su Xing didn't wait for them to speak. He pointed his finger repeatedly, and waves of qi struck the red-robed clerics, freezing them in place.

Su Xing set Huang Rong down and walked toward the red-robed clerics, saying, "I don't care about anything else, but since I have seen the souls of the tens of thousands of civilians taken, I will intervene. I give you one chance: return those souls, and I will grant you a swift end. How about that?"

The red-robed clerics couldn't move their bodies, but their mouths could still move. The leader roared, "Heretic! You shall go to the fire-hell! Kill us if you will; those who believe in the True God do not fear death! Our deaths will only lead us to our Lord’s Heaven!!"

"Ha? You still want to go to Heaven after death!?"

Su Xing laughed ferociously. Seeing the corpses covering the valley—farmers, citizens, women, and children—his rage peaked.

He pointed at one of the red-robed clerics.

The man regained control of his body, but a second later, a terrifying pain surged from deep within his bones—an itch, a numbness, as if countless insects were gnawing at his marrow. In an instant, he dropped his scimitar and collapsed, clawing at his own skin and flesh. Within seconds, he had torn himself to the bone, yet he could not stop the agony.

He tore off his own ears, gouged out his own eyes, and ripped out his own tongue. He shredded his skin and muscles until his bones were exposed and his organs spilled out, but he would not die!

The onlookers watched as if seeing a ghost. The withered skeleton old man and the white-robed priests retreated in terror, while the red-robed clerics turned pale, wishing only for death.

"You... are accomplices to tigers!"

Su Xing roared, raised a foot, and crushed the half-human, half-ghost creature into meat paste. He activated 50% of his negative mental backlash and, before everyone’s eyes, pulled the cleric’s soul from the remains.

Then... he slowly, agonizingly, fed the soul into his negative consciousness sea. The pitch-black abyss dissolved the soul instantly.

Su Xing repeated solemnly, "My promise still stands. Return the souls of those commoners, and I will..."

"Grant you a swift end!"

Wu Pifu roared, raised a foot and stepped on this half-human, half-ghost, stepping it into meat paste, directly activating the negative backflow of the heart by 50%, and then pulled hard in the attention of everyone, the soul of this red-clothed cultist actually appeared on his palm.

Then... he swallowed it into the negative of the consciousness sea at an extremely slow speed. The bottomless pitch black directly scared the priests and clergy with powerful spiritual sense into paralysis, and this soul was not like other "tigers". Once it entered, it dissolved and digested without even humming.

Until this time, Wu Pifu said solemnly again: "My promise is still valid, get the souls of those common people back, I..."

"Give you a quick death!"