Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 831 - 431: Bastard_3
For a moment, these martial artists adept at Refined Gang Fist couldn’t even steady their horse stance, shocking everyone, causing them to disregard the rules, leap onto their mounts, and soar skyward, then cry out in fright!
"The city! The city has collapsed!"
The city has collapsed.
Tie Dan still stood on the blade handle, amidst the rolling waves of the earth, like a sea swallow perched on a horizontal branch, looking distantly towards the nearby collapsing walls and tower, raising billowing smoke and dust.
The city walls crumbled like rotten wood, towers tipped like overturned nests. Bluestone burst, vermilion beams snapped, tea houses’ golden lamps shattered like rubble, embroidered buildings’ copper mirrors scattered across the ground. Mountains crumbled, nations broke, cities collapsed, earth sank, almost without warning, a great catastrophic calamity, a rare apocalypse, suddenly descended upon the human world.
In less than a breath’s time, the several-zhang city walls collapsed like building blocks in an avalanche, deafening roars echoed like a series of thunderclaps, tens of thousands of people couldn’t even scream before being buried in ruins, overturned beneath city walls, crushed into a land full of blood and mud, dispersed as wandering ghosts.
No matter rebel army civilians, no matter men, women, old, or young, no matter royalty and nobility, no matter merchants and peddlers.
In this boundless humanity, mere ants, within the blink of an eye, welcomed that unavoidable destined end.
Death.
In that moment, even those six beast-like killers, merciless and cruel, flew into the air, dumbfoundedly watching the collapsing city walls, shattered rivers and mountains, in dead silence. No matter how many prologues and poetic farewell phrases they had prepared before, none could be recalled now.
Yet although the surrounding earth had been overturned and torn apart as if plowed over, the Nine-Ringed Guillotine stood unyielding upright.
Tie Dan remained steady on the knife, turning his head to look at the fissures opening like earth dragons, fully aware of the power of the earth splitting, feeling certain in his heart.
This is not a natural earthquake, the shock waves did not erupt from underground, they were ’launched’ from the southeast.
It’s begun.
Not bothering with the casualties in the city, Tie Dan raised his head and looked to the sky, seeing the setting sun like blood, with thin clouds unknowingly covering large areas, the glow of the clouds saturating the entire sky dome with a bloody hue, as if draped with red gauze overhead, knowing full well.
At this moment, with a move of his foot, he lifted his knife and ascended, riding the clouds, wielding the large knife only toward the rolling red gauze of the sky dome, slicing through the fluttering red sunset, feeling urgent. He saw drizzling blood rain and whistling stench wind sliding straight past the gleaming blade edge, seemingly like red gauze blown by the wind, akin to brightly colorful silk sliding through the blade ring.
Tie Dan knew inwardly, raising his hand to grab, silently chanting a magic spell, pinching his fingertips, a flash of bloodlight appeared in his palm, transforming into a Blood Coin.
So it is, it truly is.
Not only do the rebel army want to slaughter civilians, loot military supplies, the Divine Sect has also taken action.
This is the goal to refine the entire Eastern Country’s vast territories and millions of civilians into Blood Coins.
Previously, Chen Xuantian calculated, one Blood God’s Son required at least a hundred Blood Coins to refine. To achieve the great success of Divine Skill, refining millions of Blood God’s Sons, forming a divine Blood River, stepping into the realm of the Ten Extremes Venerable, at least a billion coins are needed.
Calculated this way, with forty counties in the Eastern Country, counting the population hidden by the major families, there are at least a billion people, not to mention the highest quality people of the Central Plains, each could blast into a coin, besides the rebel army joining with millions more, countless demons, fear it is true they can refine a million Blood Coins, enough to summon a Blood God Supreme out of thin air with leftovers.
And the best part is, all the benefits within are given to the Divine Sect, yet all the karma must be attributed to the insane Stone Dragon, isn’t it wonderful? No wonder the boss is so angry they abandoned their post.
However, Tie Dan has also noticed that this Earth Sinking Array is probably not perfect, or still in the testing phase, the area of destruction precisely flattening one city, whether testing its power or truly unable to kill too many people at once.
But they don’t care, as trapped within the array, how many can escape anyway? Shake it forty times, killing everyone is the end.
The Three Great Sects, Tie Dan has truly seen clearly.
Demon Palace, structurally rigid, daily collapsing, sanctimoniously aloof, treating all life as sacrificial dogs, utterly indifferent to the cries and sufferings of the populace.
Demon Sect, lawless, without organization or discipline, hiding in the mountains concocting powerful moves, accidentally causing huge trouble, suddenly burying everyone alive.
Demon Sect, never disappoints, despite its shallow foundation, they unabashedly refuse to play games! They genuinely act!
And each time they act, it must be earth-shattering, corpse mountain and blood sea, bones countless, ghosts wailing and divines roaring, all life devastated. They emphasize no one should survive; everyone must die.
Indeed, if they don’t cause a commotion, don’t create an image, how could they deserve this suffering, stripping this skin, refining this skill?
How about it, starting by killing a million, is the momentum sufficient?
Thinking about saving the world from these murderous bastards, Tie Dan truly feels exhausted...
