PFC Chapter 219: One person killed without a drop of blood on his body!
Chapter 219: One person killed without a drop of blood on his body!
Just as Li Nanzhi was heartbroken, Shen Ming was on the verge of collapse, and Qi Xinghai's evil hand was about to fall—
"Boom!!!"
An indescribable, terrifying aura, seemingly originating from the primordial era and surpassing all living beings, suddenly descended without warning!
The space seemed to be frozen!
Within a radius of 100 meters, all color was mercilessly stripped away, leaving only a chilling gray-white expanse!
All was silent, all things withered, and the rules collapsed!
A chaotic, cold, and eerie power of law, filled with endless calamities, decay, and ruin, ruthlessly seized control of this space!
In an instant, everyone in the courtyard, including Qi Xinghai and the two Demon Kings, felt as if they were trapped in an endless quagmire!
His movements became sluggish, and the surging demonic energy within his body seemed to be frozen, its circulation becoming sluggish.
His cultivation level was suppressed and weakened by an irresistible force!
"Wha...what's going on?!"
"My power... my cultivation level is declining..."
Everyone paled, looking around in utter horror, desperately trying to find the source of the terrifying anomaly.
The bright moon cast dappled light, illuminating the anxious faces of the crowd with exceptional clarity.
Just then, from the direction of the courtyard gate.
A handsome and upright figure walked slowly towards them.
He had his hair tied in a neat high ponytail, his face was calm and expressionless, and his eyes were as deep as stars, exuding an extraordinary aura.
Behind him, a black-shelled tortoise the size of a large dog swaggered in with an arrogant gait.
"Li Wudao?! You... how could you still be alive?!"
Upon seeing the newcomer, Qi Xinghai screamed, the sinister smile vanished from his face, and he frowned in surprise and uncertainty, saying:
"The message clearly said you entered the dilapidated temple in the north of the city... Could it be that you didn't even enter the underground palace?!"
He simply couldn't believe that Li Wudao could escape unscathed from a deadly trap personally overseen by his father, Cheng Yuanliang, and even... his breathing was steady, with no obvious injuries?!
Upon hearing this, the eldest prince, Li Zheng, barely managed to calm himself down from his initial shock and forced a cold laugh:
"I thought you were a man of great loyalty and righteousness, but it turns out you're nothing but a coward who fled the battlefield... a piece of trash!"
He tried to provoke the other person with words to mask his inner panic.
However, Li Wudao ignored their barking.
His indifferent gaze swept over the crowd and landed on the figure leaning against the broken door, his abdomen pierced by two halberds, covered in blood but still refusing to fall.
His eyes suddenly sharpened.
The boy's expression remained unchanged; there was no roar or howl.
But there was a terrifying killing intent that was more chilling than ten-thousand-year-old ice and more ferocious than the gale of the nine netherworlds, like a real storm, which swept through the entire courtyard!
The air temperature dropped sharply, and everyone felt a chill inexplicably permeate their bodies.
"Go away."
Li Wudao spoke calmly.
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority. He didn't stop walking and continued forward.
The black-armored soldiers blocking their way felt as if they were being stared at by a prehistoric beast when his cold gaze swept over them. Their souls trembled, and none of them dared to stop him. They subconsciously tightened their formation and retreated step by step.
"Go! Stop him!"
"No retreat!"
Hiding behind the crowd, Li Zheng roared wildly, his voice filled with a fierce but ultimately cowardly rage. Overwhelmed by fear, he completely lost his composure: "Whoever can kill him, I, the prince, will bestow upon him the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households! And reward him with 100,000 gold pieces!"
Seeing that the soldiers still hesitated to advance, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and he threatened sharply, "Don't forget that your wives, children, and elderly parents are still under my control!"
"Those who disobey orders will have their entire family executed!"
Upon hearing this, intense struggle immediately appeared on the soldiers' faces.
Finally, weighing the risks to his family's lives against his own fear, someone let out a beastly growl, mustered his courage, and charged toward Li Wudao with a halberd in hand.
With someone taking the lead, the remaining soldiers, as if they had found their backbone, followed suit and launched an attack.
Faced with the attack that surged in like a black tide, Li Wudao frowned slightly, as if he was just annoyed by the noise.
He didn't use any weapons; he simply raised his right hand seemingly casually and threw a light punch forward.
"Oh!"
With a muffled thud, a soldier who was at the forefront, ten meters away from him, felt as if his sternum had been struck by an invisible giant hammer.
It dented instantly!
He came quickly and left even faster. He was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, coughing up blood in mid-air. He died before he even hit the ground!
The force of the punch, undiminished, spread out like ripples, knocking several soldiers behind him to the ground, breaking bones and groaning in agony.
And this is just the beginning.
Li Wudao moved with ease, as if strolling leisurely through a torrent of black-armored figures.
He could use his fingers, palms, or fists to execute moves with ease and grace, without a trace of shrewdness or rigor.
However, each strike contains terrifying power and extremely precise control.
A soldier swung his halberd at him, but he casually dodged to the side, flicked his finger, and the halberd shattered into pieces, the fragments flying back and disappearing into the soldier's throat.
Surrounded by several people, he flicked his sleeves, and a gentle yet irresistible gust of wind swept by, causing the group to stagger and collide with each other as if they were drunk, the sound of bones cracking clearly audible.
He moved forward step by step, and wherever he went, people and horses fell, and blood blossomed in the air, yet strangely, it could not touch his clothes at all.
Like a banished immortal descending to earth, passing through a sea of flowers without a single petal clinging to him.
Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace behind in a thousand miles!
That absolute dominance and composure were deeply imprinted in the eyes of every survivor, turning their brief shock into endless fear.
"Damn it, I can't let you steal all the limelight!"
The green-haired turtle let out a strange cry and, not to be outdone, transformed into a streak of black light to join the battle.
"You little bastard, take a bite from your grandpa!"
It specializes in attacking the lower body, is incredibly fast, and opens its mouth wide, revealing teeth sharper than those of wild beasts, to bite fiercely.
"Ah—! My arm!"
"My leg! My leg is broken!"
"This turtle is a demon! Help!"
Screams rose and fell, and wherever the green-haired turtle passed, severed fingers, bits of flesh, and limbs were scattered everywhere. The scene was even more bloody and brutal than that of Li Wudao's side.
The sight made the soldiers who hadn't yet charged forward turn pale and their legs go weak.
In just a dozen or so breaths, the dark army suffered heavy casualties and quickly collapsed.
The ground was littered with corpses, some still relatively intact, having been killed by Li Wudao with a single blow, while the majority were mutilated, bearing obvious bite marks, a horrifying sight.
The remaining soldiers completely lost their will to fight and retreated tremblingly. No matter how Li Zheng roared and threatened, no one dared to take another step forward.
The difference in combat strength is like an insurmountable chasm; going forward would only be a pointless death.
Seeing that his private soldiers were unreliable, Li Zheng's expression changed constantly as he frantically tried to think of a way to escape.
"What should I do... if he finds out that kidnapping Li Nanzhi was my idea..."
Overwhelmed by fear, his mind went blank. "No! I am the future emperor, how can I die here..."
Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he thought of something. "That's it! There's also Grandfather! If we can wake him up... maybe we can stop that brat..."
With this in mind, he dared not linger any longer. Taking advantage of the chaos, he quietly slipped behind the crowd and sneaked away towards the back door.
Meanwhile, Qi Xinghai on the other side was plunged into even deeper panic.
He clutched a jet-black token tightly in his hand, frantically pouring magic into it, but the token seemed to sink into the sea, receiving no response whatsoever.
"What's going on... Father... Why hasn't Father replied to our messages yet?!"
Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, his expression was terrifyingly grim, and the ominous premonition in his heart grew stronger and stronger, "What exactly happened at the underground palace?!"