The chaos began—though it couldn’t really be called chaos; it was merely a massacre, a one-man slaughter of over a thousand people!
“Shua!” The soft sword slid into his left hand from his waistband, while the ornamental dagger, usually kept hidden, appeared in his right. With sword and dagger swinging like the wind, Qiao San’s martial prowess was more than enough to let him move freely through the crowd!
Wherever his sword flashed, blood sprayed into the sky; wherever his knife danced, corpses were hurled aside. Qiao San was a god of slaughter, a killing deity burning with fury, desperate to vent his rage!
The blades paused. Qiao San, who had been charging forward relentlessly, suddenly realized there were no enemies left ahead. He had pierced through the crowd like an arrow through flesh, yet the violent rage in his heart had not yet eased.
Kill, kill—
With a sudden turn, his left sword and right dagger once again unleashed dazzling light, beginning a second round of outnumbered carnage. Blood, screams, death, and terror gradually became the main theme of the Left Chancellor’s mansion that night!
The second circle, the third circle… finally, Qiao San grew tired of killing. With a flick of his sword and a flash of his blade, both weapons returned to their sheaths simultaneously. Standing with his hands behind his back, the rogue slowly lifted one foot, then suddenly slammed it down with lightning speed!
“Boom!”
The earth trembled beneath that single step. An invisible surge of energy surged across the ground like a tsunami, and where the wave passed, the blue stone pavement cracked into undulating, jagged spiderwebs.
In an instant, within a hundred-meter radius centered on Qiao San, there was not a single opponent left standing!
The ground was littered with writhing figures. The soldiers’ eyes no longer held a shred of fighting spirit. Gazing at the blood-soaked god of death, their hearts sank to the depths of despair, and fear spread like a plague.
Qiao San moved slowly. Though his steps were ordinary, the crowd, already like frightened birds, felt as if each footfall heralded the collapse of the heavens and the opening of the gates of hell!
“Hu…” After his violent outburst, the blood mark on Qiao San’s forehead finally began to fade. Step by step, he walked past the wounded, refraining from delivering any final blows. Finally, standing before the steward and the leader of the guards, the terrifying god of death turned—bloodthirsty once more!
“Speak! Where is that old dog, the Left Chancellor?”
“I… I don’t know! Ah—” The guard leader’s trembling “loyalty” was soon rewarded. He had planned to feign dignity before confessing, but the god of slaughter gave him no such chance. With a loud “Bang!” Qiao San, impatient, smashed the guard leader’s head against the stone slab.
“You—speak!” With a sweep of his massive hand, the rogue grabbed his next victim. The icy words had barely left his lips when he suddenly raised the steward high with one hand, ready to send him straight to the underworld!
“Ahh… Spare me! I’ll talk… I’ll talk…” The steward’s will had long been shattered. Instinctively covering his head in despair, he quickly betrayed his master, fearing that even a moment’s hesitation would lead to his own head exploding.
“Great hero, our Chancellor—no, that old dog Left Chancellor—has already gone to the early court session. He left half an hour ago!”
“Hmph!” An unlucky Qiao San casually tossed the steward aside. Seeing the remaining soldiers attempting to sneak away, the rogue stomped his foot again, turning the courtyard of the Chancellor’s mansion into a massive crater.
“You want to live—fine! Each of you light a fire and burn this mansion to the ground! Otherwise, you all shall—die!”
When dealing with enemies, one must sweep them away like autumn wind clearing fallen leaves, and throw stones at those already in the well—this was one of the great laws of the rogues!
Under the cold gaze of Qiao San, torches flew like raindrops, igniting every corner of the Chancellor’s mansion. The soldiers, eager to escape, not only set fires but poured oil, not even sparing the latrines.
The sparks gradually spread into an unstoppable inferno. Finally satisfied, Qiao San nodded, sparing the group of once-haughty henchmen who now trembled with terror.
The entire Left Chancellor’s mansion scattered like birds and beasts. The once-mighty Left Chancellor’s mansion was reduced to ruins by a single rogue!
Satisfied but not complacent, Qiao San didn’t move his body or shoulders. A wisp of ghostly cloud lifted him into the dawn sky!
Left Chancellor, you idiotic old dog, prepare to meet your doom!
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“Those with matters may speak; otherwise, the court is dismissed—” The shrill voice of the eunuch habitually echoed through the Golden Hall. All civil and military officials bowed respectfully, ready to send off the old emperor.
“Ah?!” A chorus of surprised murmurs formed a stream. The white light that had just appeared in the sky vanished mysteriously, replaced by a mass of clouds rushing toward the palace as if alive.
“Report to His Majesty, a demon approaches!”
The chaos began—though it could hardly be called chaos, for it was nothing more than a massacre, one man slaughtering a thousand!
“Swish!” The soft sword from his belt slid into his left hand, while the dagger he usually wore as a decoration appeared in his right. With sword and dagger dancing like the wind, Qiao San’s martial skills were more than enough to move freely through the crowd!
Where the sword’s edge passed, blood spurted into the sky; where the dagger’s light flickered, corpses were flung to either side. Qiao San was a god of slaughter, a god consumed by rage, desperate for release!
With a pause of his weapons, Qiao San, who had been charging forward relentlessly, suddenly realized there were no more enemies in front of him. He had cut through the sea of people like an arrow, yet the violent fury in his heart remained unquenched.
Kill, kill—
With a turn, his left sword and right dagger once again danced with beautiful light, beginning a second round of one against many… Blood, screams, death, and fear gradually became the main theme of the Left Minister’s residence tonight.
Second circle, third circle… Finally, Qiao San grew tired. With a flick of his sword and a flash of his dagger, both weapons returned to their sheaths. Standing with his hands behind his back, the rogue slowly lifted one foot, then stomped down with lightning speed!
“Boom!”
The earth trembled under that stomp, an invisible force surging like a tsunami across the ground. Where the “wave” passed, the stone pavement turned into a rugged “spider web.”
In moments, within a hundred paces of Qiao San, not a single opponent remained standing.
The ground was littered with figures writhing in pain. The soldiers no longer had any will to fight. Staring at the god of slaughter amidst the blood mist, their hearts sank to the depths, and fear spread like a plague.
Qiao San moved slowly, his steps ordinary, yet to the onlookers, it felt like the prelude to the sky falling and the earth splitting open, the overture to the gates of hell swinging wide.
“Whoosh…” After the violent release, the blood mark between Qiao San’s brows finally faded. Step by step, he walked past the wounded soldiers, no longer delivering fatal blows. Only when he stood before the steward and the captain of the guards did the terrifying god of slaughter re-emerge—full of killing intent!
“Speak, where is the old dog, the Left Minister?”
“I… I don’t know! Ah—” The captain’s trembling “loyalty” was rewarded. He had hoped to feign dignity before confessing, but the god of slaughter gave him no chance. With a bang, Qiao San, growing impatient, smashed the captain’s head against the stone floor.
“You—speak!” With a stretch of his hand, Qiao San grabbed his second prey. The cold words had barely left his lips when he raised the steward high, ready to send him to the underworld.
“Ah… spare me, I’ll talk… I’ll talk…” The steward’s spirit had long been shattered. Instinctively, he covered his head and wailed, then quickly betrayed his master, fearing that any delay would result in his skull being crushed.
“Great hero, my master—no, the old dog Left Minister has already gone to the morning court. He left half an hour ago!”
“Hmph!” The unlucky steward was tossed aside by Qiao San. Seeing the remaining soldiers attempting to sneak away, the rogue stomped his foot once more, turning the once-pristine courtyard of the minister’s residence into a crater.
“You want to live—fine. Each of you, take a torch and burn this residence to the ground. Otherwise, you’ll all—die!”
When dealing with enemies, one must sweep them away like autumn leaves and throw stones into the well—one of the great laws of the rogue!
Under Qiao San’s cold gaze, rows of torches were flung into every corner of the residence. The soldiers, eager to comply, not only set fires but also poured oil, sparing not even the outhouse.
The sparks gradually spread, and as the sea of flames became unstoppable, Qiao San finally nodded, sparing the lives of those who had once served as the minister’s lackeys but were now utterly broken.
The residents of the minister’s residence scattered like birds and beasts. The once-lofty Left Minister’s residence had been reduced to ruins by a single rogue!
Satisfied but not content, Qiao San, without moving a muscle, was lifted into the dawn sky by a ghostly cloud.
Left Minister, you old fool, prepare to meet your end!
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“Those with matters to report, step forward; those without, you may leave—” The shrill voice of the eunuch echoed habitually through the golden hall. The civil and military officials bowed in unison, preparing to bid farewell to the old emperor.
“Huh?!” A chorus of surprised murmurs rose like a stream. The white light that had just appeared on the horizon mysteriously vanished, replaced by a dark cloud that seemed alive as it rushed toward the palace.
“Your Majesty, a demon approaches!”
The Imperial Preceptor, Master Thunderfire, stepped forward in time. With a wave of his horsetail whisk and a flutter of his white beard, the aura of a master calmed the hearts of the officials.
“Your Majesty, rest assured. The entire palace is protected by the Thunderfire Array. The demon will be reduced to ashes!”
“Boom—”
In the sky, the dark clouds churned, black mist rose, thunder roared, and lightning danced. Before Qiao San even arrived, his overwhelming presence was already felt, as if the heavens were collapsing and the earth splitting apart!
Master Thunderfire was surprised to see the “familiar” Thunderfire technique. Chanting a mantra, the human cultivator flew into the sky and bowed from a distance. “This humble cultivator is the 71st generation leader of the Thunderfire Sect. May I ask your honorable name, and if you have any connection to our sect?”
“Ha, ha… We have no connection. You cultivate your path, and I seek my revenge!”
Amidst the swirling clouds, Qiao San’s figure emerged. His hair wild, his body enveloped in flames of hatred, the blood mark on his forehead glowing red, he had become a demon in the eyes of the world. “Master, step aside. I seek only the old dog, the Left Minister.”
Since they were not of the same path, Master Thunderfire’s friendliness vanished instantly. His expression turned stern. “The human realm has its own laws. How can a demon like you run rampant?!”
“Ha, ha… How eloquently spoken!”
Qiao San, wild and unrestrained, laughed maniacally at the sky. The resentment he had long suppressed finally erupted like a flood. “Damn it, aren’t you just clinging to the wealth and power of the human realm, willingly serving as a lapdog to the powerful? What right do you have to criticize me? Spit! Come on, the victor is king, the loser a bandit. Stop pretending to be righteous.”
“Demon, how dare you spread heresy! Behold my treasure!” Though his true nature had been exposed, Master Thunderfire showed no shame. Instead, he vented his anger through two treasures that flew from his sleeves!
The two tokens, radiant and translucent, were clearly extraordinary. As the first, the Thunder Token, rose into the sky, four pillars of light emerged from the corners of the palace. When the second, the Fire Token, flew above Qiao San’s head, the space from heaven to earth became the boundary of the “Nine Heavens Thunderfire Array.”
“Demon, today this humble Daoist will show mercy and guide you on your journey!”
The arrogant old Daoist indeed had the capital to be so. Though it was the same Thunderfire Array, compared to the one in the imperial prison, this was like comparing a minor to a major!
Before Master Thunderfire’s words had even faded, a bolt of lightning was summoned from the heavens, striking the Thunder Token!
“Chant!” With a shout, the incantation followed his will. Master Thunderfire’s finger pointed, and the token instantly burst into mystical flames. In moments, it transformed into a fire dragon, its body wreathed in dancing lightning, pouncing toward Qiao San!
“Your Majesty may rest assured. the entire palace has been set with the Thunder and Fire Formation, which will surely reduce the demon to ashes!”
“Rumble—”
In the sky, clouds churned, black mist rose, thunder rolled, and lightning danced. Qiao San had not yet arrived, but his overwhelming pressure was already like the heavens collapsing and the earth cracking!
Master Lei Huo was surprised to see the “familiar” Thunder and Fire techniques. Chanting silently, the earthly cultivator soared into the air, bowing respectfully from afar: “This humble one is the seventy-first generation leader of the Lei Huo Sect. May I inquire your honorable name and whether you have any connection to our sect?”
“Haha… We have no relation. You cultivate your Dao, while I seek my revenge!”
The clouds parted, revealing Qiao San. His wild hair flew in the wind, his body radiated blood-red energy, and the blood mark on his forehead glowed more vividly. To the eyes of the world, he had become a demon. “Master Daoist, please step aside. I only seek that old dog, the Left Chancellor!”
Since he was not a fellow cultivator, Master Lei Huo’s friendliness vanished instantly. His expression turned stern: “There are laws in the human world. How can you, a demon, run rampant here?!”
“Haha… What a beautifully spoken line!”
Qiao San, untamed and wild, threw his head back in a loud laugh. The accumulated resentment of his daily life finally erupted like a mountain flood. “Damn it, aren’t you just clinging to the luxuries and fame of the mortal world, willingly becoming a lapdog of the powerful? What right do you have to criticize this young master?! Hmph! Come on, the victor becomes king, the loser becomes a bandit. Stop pretending to be righteous!”
The chaos began—though it could hardly be called chaos, for it was nothing more than a massacre, a slaughter of one man against a thousand!
“Swish!” The soft sword from his belt slid into his left hand, while the dagger he usually wore as decoration appeared in his right. With sword and dagger whirling like the wind, Qiao San’s martial skills were more than enough to let him move freely through the crowd!
Wherever the sword’s edge passed, blood spurted into the sky; wherever the dagger’s light danced, corpses were flung to the sides. Qiao San was a god of slaughter, a god consumed by rage, desperate for release!
With a pause of his weapons, Qiao San, who had been charging forward relentlessly, suddenly realized there were no enemies left in front of him. He had cut through the sea of people like an arrow, yet the fury in his heart remained unquenched.
Kill, kill—
With a turn, his left sword and right dagger once again danced with beautiful light, beginning a second round of one against many… Blood, screams, death, and fear gradually became the main theme of the Left Minister’s residence that night.
Second round, third round… Finally, Qiao San grew tired. With a flick of his sword and a flash of his dagger, both weapons returned to their sheaths. Standing with his hands behind his back, the rogue slowly raised one foot, then stomped down with lightning speed!
“Boom!”
The earth trembled under that stomp, and an invisible force surged like a tsunami across the ground. Wherever the “wave” passed, the stone pavement turned into a jagged “spider web.”
In moments, within a hundred paces of Qiao San, not a single opponent remained standing.
The ground was littered with figures writhing in pain. The soldiers’ eyes no longer held even a trace of fighting spirit. Staring at the god of slaughter amidst the blood mist, their hearts sank to the depths, and fear spread like a plague.
Qiao San moved slowly, his steps ordinary, but to the others, it felt like the prelude to the sky collapsing and the gates of hell opening.
“Whoosh…” After the violent release, the blood mark between Qiao San’s brows finally faded. Step by step, he walked past the wounded soldiers, no longer delivering fatal blows. Only when he stood before the steward and the captain of the guards did the terrifying god of slaughter reemerge—full of killing intent!
“Speak, where is the old dog, the Left Minister?”
“I… I don’t know! Ah—” The captain’s trembling “loyalty” was rewarded. He had hoped to feign dignity before confessing, but the god of slaughter gave him no chance. With a thud, Qiao San, impatient, smashed the captain’s head against the stone floor.
“You—speak!” With a stretch of his hand, Qiao San grabbed his second prey. The icy words had barely left his lips when he raised the steward high, ready to send him to the underworld.
“Ah… spare me, I’ll talk… I’ll talk…” The steward’s spirit had long been shattered. He instinctively covered his head and wailed, then quickly betrayed his master, fearing even the slightest delay would result in his skull being crushed.
“Great hero, my master—no, the old dog Left Minister has already gone to court, just half an hour ago!”
“Hmph!” Unlucky Qiao San casually tossed the steward aside. Seeing the remnants of the soldiers trying to sneak away, the rogue stomped his foot again, turning the once-pristine courtyard into a crater.
“You want to live—fine. Each of you, grab a torch and burn this residence to the ground. Otherwise, you’ll all—die!”
When dealing with enemies, one must sweep them away like autumn leaves and throw stones into the well—one of the great laws of the rogue!
Under Qiao San’s cold gaze, rows of torches flew to every corner of the residence. The soldiers, eager to save their own lives, not only set fires but also poured oil, sparing not even the outhouse.
The small sparks gradually spread, and as the sea of fire became unstoppable, Qiao San finally nodded, sparing the lives of those who had once served as the minister’s lackeys but were now utterly broken.
The people of the residence scattered like birds and beasts, and the once-lofty Left Minister’s residence was reduced to ruins by a single rogue.
Satisfied but not content, Qiao San stood still, his shoulders unmoving, as a ghostly cloud lifted him into the dawn sky.
Left Minister, you old fool, your life is mine!
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“Those with matters to report, speak; those without, you may leave—” The shrill voice of the eunuch echoed habitually through the golden hall. The civil and military officials all bowed, preparing to send off the old emperor.
“Huh?!” A stream of surprised murmurs rose as the white light that had just appeared in the sky strangely vanished, replaced by a large, living-like black cloud rapidly descending upon the palace.
“Your Majesty, a demon approaches!”
The Imperial Preceptor, Master Thunderfire, stepped forward in time. With a wave of his horsetail whisk and a flutter of his white beard, the aura of a master calmed the officials’ spirits.
“Your Majesty, rest assured. The entire palace is protected by the Thunderfire Array. We will reduce the demon to ashes!”
“Boom—”
In the sky, the black cloud churned, dark mist rose, thunder rumbled, and lightning danced. Though Qiao San had yet to arrive, his overwhelming presence already felt like the heavens and earth were collapsing!
Master Thunderfire was surprised to see the “familiar” Thunderfire technique. The human cultivator, muttering incantations, flew into the sky and bowed from a distance. “This humble cultivator is the 71st generation leader of the Thunderfire Sect. May I ask, fellow Daoist, what is your name, and do you have any connection with our sect?”
“Ha, ha… We have no connection. You cultivate your Dao, and I seek my revenge!”
Amidst the swirling clouds, Qiao San’s figure emerged. The rogue, consumed by the fire of hatred, his wild hair flying, his body bathed in blood, and the blood mark on his forehead glowing red, had become a demon in the eyes of the world. “Daoist, step aside. I seek only the old dog, the Left Minister!”
Since they were not of the same path, Master Thunderfire’s friendliness vanished instantly. His face turned stern. “The human world has its own laws. How can we allow a demon like you to run rampant?”
“Ha, ha… How eloquently put!”
The rogue, wild and unrestrained, laughed madly at the sky. The resentment he had long suppressed finally erupted like a flood. “Damn it, aren’t you just clinging to the wealth and fame of the human world, willingly serving as a lackey for the powerful? What right do you have to criticize me? Spit! Come on, the victor is king, the loser a bandit. Stop pretending to be righteous.”
“Demon, how dare you spread heresy! Behold my treasure!” Though his true nature had been exposed, Master Thunderfire showed no shame. Instead, he channeled his anger into the two treasures that flew from his sleeves!
The two tokens, glowing with radiant light, were clearly extraordinary. As the first Thunder Token rose into the air, four pillars of light emerged from the four corners of the palace. When the second Fire Token flew above Qiao San’s head, the space from heaven to earth became the boundary of the “Nine Heavens Thunderfire Array.”
“Demon, today this humble Daoist will show mercy and guide you on your way!”
The arrogant old Daoist indeed had the capital to be cocky. Though this was also a Thunderfire Array, compared to the one in the imperial prison, it was like comparing a small fish to a whale!
Before Master Thunderfire’s words had even faded, a bolt of lightning was summoned from the heavens, striking the Thunder Token directly!
“Boom!” With a loud shout, the incantation activated. Master Thunderfire raised his finger, and the token instantly burst into mysterious flames. In moments, it transformed into a fire dragon, its body writhing with lightning, pouncing toward Qiao San!
Two radiant tokens, crystal clear and obviously no ordinary objects, soared into the air. The first Thunder Token had barely risen when four beams of light shot up from the four corners of the palace. The second Fire Token flew above Qiao San’s head, and from sky to earth, the entire area became the enclosed space of the “Heavenly Thunder and Fire Formation.”
“Demon! Today, I shall show mercy and guide you on your final journey!”
The proud old Daoist had reason to be arrogant. Though it was also a Thunder and Fire Formation, compared to the one in the heavenly prison, this one was like comparing a minor sorcerer to a great wizard!
Before Master Lei Huo’s words had even faded, a bolt of lightning descended from the heavens, striking the Thunder Token directly!
“Come forth!” With a loud shout, the spell activated at his will. With a flick of his finger, the token ignited a mysterious flame. In an instant, it transformed into a fire dragon, its entire body crackling with lightning, roaring toward Qiao San with bared fangs and claws!
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