High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily-Chapter 240 - 146: The Longsword Is Ready—Test the Skyscraper (Double-length)
"Gululu..."
Wen Chi’s corpse rolled off the horse’s back, covered in dust, blood flowing, soaking his clothes, quickly pooling into a puddle on the ground.
In an instant, the people who had been fiercely battling all stopped eerily, in a silent moment, looking at Chen Kuang with astonished and desperate eyes.
Clearly, Chen Kuang’s decisive actions shocked everyone present, both enemies and allies.
The original demon form of "Kui", with its face both dragon-like and bull-like, couldn’t help but twitch and contort in a state beyond description.
That was a Saint!
A Saint admitted your victory and asked you to spare a life, which is quite a concession, yet you didn’t take the step down; instead, you directly killed the opponent.
Even though their goal is indeed to unite the Divine Farmer Bureau against this King Jingnan, and you, Chen Kuang, also have a grudge against him.
But in urgent matters, can’t you hold back a little?
As long as later on, letting the Saint hand over this treacherous King Jingnan to Wenxian for disposal wouldn’t avenge your past.
When you united everyone, your persuasive skills were impressive, swinging and deceiving with vigor, but why are you so impulsive now?
The others present nearly shared the same thoughts, and quite a few from the Demon Race and soldiers had already started trembling and backing away.
Being disgraced by a Saint, who can withstand her wrath?
If Chen Kuang knew what "Kui" was thinking, he would surely laugh coldly.
Endure?
Is it that I don’t want to endure?
I’ve long endured it!
After faking his death, he concealed his identity, hiding in the city’s brothel, planning only to earn some money for survival.
Thinking of using this money to prepare some auxiliary Elixir Pills and Spiritual Treasures, to experience what normal cultivation feels like, and once his skills recover adequately, heading for the Pure Land.
In just a few days, Wen Chi discovered his identity, came straight to him, and sealed the whole state!
If it were just this, Chen Kuang could still concede.
As long as he escapes, the world is vast enough for him to find refuge.
Enduring for a moment and then returning for revenge isn’t disgraceful... Once, when Chen Kuang was in Celestial Prison, enduring humiliation, deceiving Li Hongling, he never felt his dignity was lost.
But Chen Kuang saw that drifting pink dress in the water, saw a living little girl dying right in front of him.
Chen Kuang regarded her as a friend, the girl who gave him one tael of gold coins, shared her dreams and ideals with him, cried outside his room at midnight.
A very ordinary friend, perhaps soon forgotten.
But this friend died in this way.
From that moment on, Chen Kuang told himself, Wen Chi must die!
He must die here, die by my hand!
No matter who stands in the way, nothing can change Chen Kuang’s resolve.
...
Wang Shu didn’t expect Chen Kuang to be so bold, daring to kill Wen Chi right in front of her.
She was silent for a while, then spoke again.
"Very well."
Wang Shu looked at the detailed map on the white gauze in mid-air, and her gentle, calm gaze gradually turned cold.
Before becoming a Saint and guarding the Grand Ancestral Temple, at that time, how many called her the Destructive Demon Concubine just because she was his sword, clearing all overt and covert enemies, killing over a million.
Has she been absent from the world for so long now that she’s been forgotten?
Even an unknown junior dares to act wantonly before me.
In Wang Shu’s pupils, the vast land reflected, illuminated city, and within it, people fleeing unsuccessfully, wailing and crying.
"Since you left... this world has been dreadfully boring."
The woman sighed, and her finger stopped in mid-air, gently pressing downward towards the entire Zangfeng State.
...
"Boom..."
Above the sky, covered by the character "Seal," that enormous finger, after pausing for a moment, pressed down rapidly! 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
The gigantic shadow enveloped the entire Zangfeng State, though it was a bright day, yet it seemed as if dark clouds were overwhelming the city, scaring away countless birds and beasts.
The speed of the finger descending seemed slow, but it was truly astounding.
The clouds dispersed into mist, swirling around the finger, pulling out faint white trails, soon worn away by friction.
In only a moment, everyone on the ground felt immense pressure on their bodies, almost unable to breathe.
"Crack... Crack..."
The houses around, the higher roofs, shattered out of thin air, turning into flying ashes.
Meanwhile, cracks appeared on the pillars, and the houses began to collapse!
Before the Saint’s Finger falls, still a thousand feet away, cultivators with lower skills and less durable bodies couldn’t help but kneel down!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"Saint, forgive us! Saint, spare us!..."
Sounds of kneeling and pleading continued incessantly.
Countless ordinary people couldn’t even hold up to kneel; they simply lay prostrate, continually coughing up blood, their organs oppressed, on the verge of death in a blink.
The ground also rumbled, and the entire Zangfeng State started fracturing from its center, with countless cobweb-like cracks expanding outward.
If a word could describe the scene, it would be: Heaven’s pillar is broken, Earth’s fabric is torn!
"Bang!"
As the center of pressure, the Saint’s Finger’s target, the horse beneath Chen Kuang’s feet already had its ribs and four legs crushed and broken in an instant!
