A Core Ship From The Start-Chapter 2253 - 1524: Retirement (Decided to Save Stones for Tingyun)

"Since ancient times, righteousness and evil cannot coexist. The Demon Cult has been plaguing our North Martial Arts for many years. Master Liu, as the Vice Sect Leader of the Heng Mountain Sect, has made a grievous mistake by associating with the elders of the Demon Cult..."

"Righteousness and evil cannot coexist?"

Upon hearing this, Duanmu Huai snorted with laughter and stepped in front of the Songshan disciple, staring at him.

"So tell me, am I righteous or evil?"

"This..."

Faced with Duanmu Huai’s question, the Songshan disciple—Da Songyang Hand Fei Bin also broke out in a cold sweat.

This is a damn life or death question!

No matter how I answer, it’s a dead end!

"Righteous? Evil? Where is the righteousness and evil in the Martial Arts? Ultimately, whoever has the bigger fist is right, isn’t it? What’s with you? You think you can take on Liu Zhengfeng, so you come swaggering in to smash his place? Then why doesn’t Zuo Lengchan shove his big head and go smash Invincible East, that genderless dead demon’s place! Huh? Picking the soft persimmon, are you! Let me tell you this, today, you Songshan Sect have irritated me, and I’ll wipe out the Songshan Sect! Aren’t you all part of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, all branches of the same family? Fine! If you’ve got the guts, come at me together, let me see how many of you from the Five Mountains Sword Sect are there for me to kill!"

When he reached the final word "kill," Duanmu Huai suddenly raised his voice, and for a moment, everyone felt as if a muffled thunder exploded beside their ears, their minds filled with "kill! kill! kill! kill! kill!" In an instant, it seemed like the earth and sky had changed color, everything around turned blood-red, as though all present, including themselves, had turned into bloodied corpses, as if this was a battlefield filled with the shouts of slaughter, where it was either you die, or I perish!

Several people couldn’t withstand this, immediately rolling their eyes and fainting. Others were greatly shocked, stepping back. As they exchanged glances, hearts filled with fear, they all thought to themselves.

This Undying Slaughter God truly lives up to his reputation, this murderous aura is so tangible, unless you’ve killed tens of thousands, it’s impossible to emit this kind of presence.

Fei Bin found himself caught in a dilemma, sweating profusely, gritting his teeth.

"Are you courting enmity with the tens of thousands of comrades in the North Martial Arts?"

"So what if I am? I’ve slain ten thousand in the West Martial World, and I still feel it’s not enough! So what if there are tens of thousands, if you’re not afraid to die, come at me, I’ll kill you all! Today is not Master Zhang’s birthday, I’ve no taboo against killing!"

Damn, this guy’s a real lunatic!

At this point, others retreated further, if it were someone else saying this, they’d think it was just madness, but when Duanmu Huai said it, they dare not disbelieve!

Because he really dares to kill!

Fei Bin was silent for a moment, then grit his teeth, raising the command flag.

"Since ancient times, righteousness and evil cannot coexist. The Demon Cult and our Five Mountains Sword Sect are sworn enemies, irreconcilable. All of our Five Mountains Sect brethren, strike together to eliminate them...!"

"Bang!"

However, before Fei Bin even finished speaking, Duanmu Huai grabbed the command flag, directly plunging it into Fei Bin’s head, then grasped his body, holding it high.

"Henceforth, there will be no Songshan Sect, Five Mountains Sword Sect, if you’re not afraid to die, come at me!"

With a furious roar from Duanmu Huai, he tore Fei Bin’s corpse in half, then hurled the body towards the surrounding Songshan disciples!!

He then leapt up, charging towards the Songshan disciples!

Witnessing this scene, everyone was in shock, seeing Duanmu Huai with fists clenched, if someone obstructed, they are slaughtered, if a Buddha blocks, a Buddha is slaughtered, anyone in his path, regardless of age or gender, was torn to pieces, not a single one left. Initially, the Songshan disciples were shouting "The Five Mountains are one, let’s kill this devil!" However, the speaker was immediately seized by Duanmu Huai, and slammed against the wall, to the screams, everyone watched as his head and face were crushed against the wall, ground into pieces.

And for those Songshan disciples, seeing Duanmu Huai like a Demon God, dared not move. They set their sights on Wang Yuyan and Little Dragon Girl, exchanging a look, charging towards the two.

Yet as they leapt, a sword light flashed, the next moment, dozens of Songshan disciples’ throats sprayed blood and fell to the ground. It was then they saw a sharp sword, like a snake, appeared, spun in mid-air, then returned to the sheath behind the Little Dragon Girl.

What kind of skill is this?

Witnessing this, everyone was dumbfounded, such sword manipulation with inner energy, claiming lives from hundreds of meters away, was unheard of and unseen.

Elsewhere, the Songshan disciples holding Liu Zhengfeng’s family hostage, seeing their fellow disciples killed, eyes turned red, shouted out.

"We’ll fight them to the death!"

Raising a dagger, they stabbed towards the Liu family, but quick as it was, they saw Wang Yuyan flip her right hand, flick her finger lightly, and a flash of electricity appeared from her hand, transforming into thunder and lightning, flashing past those Songshan disciples, with a thunderous roar, the next moment, the disciples who had intended to stab flew backward, bodies charred, dead beyond doubt.

Witnessing this, the crowd was even more astounded. If Little Dragon Girl’s sword control with inner energy was already an unprecedented marvel, then Wang Yuyan wielding thunder and lightning with her mortal body seemed more like skills from myth and legend, belonging to immortals.

If Wang Yuyan and Little Dragon Girl are like goddesses and fairies, then Duanmu Huai is more like a Demon God of Hell; at this moment the Songshan disciples had been massacred by him into a ragtag bunch, those who fell into his grasp had no hope of remaining whole. Either torn in half or ground into minced meat. Even those who turned to escape met with a pitiful end. Before the guests’ eyes, two Songshan disciples, seeing Duanmu Huai charging at them, turned to use Qinggong to escape, yet Duanmu Huai reached out, grabbing one as if drawn into his grasp, twisting him into a pretzel.