PFC Chapter 218 A desperate battle, in despair!
Chapter 218 A desperate battle, in despair!
As soon as the words were spoken, the shadows at the entrance to the bedchamber began to shift.
Three ghostly figures in black robes appeared silently, forming a triangle that subtly surrounded Shen Ming.
They were surrounded by demonic energy, their auras chilling and bone-piercing, as if they came from the deepest hell. They were none other than three powerful demons whose cultivation had reached the mid-stage of Martial King!
Three pairs of emotionless eyes locked onto Shen Ming, like venomous snakes eyeing their prey, filled with murderous intent.
Shen Ming frowned, feeling unprecedented pressure.
Facing three equally powerful opponents, his chances of winning were too low.
"咚咚-"
Suddenly, heavy and orderly footsteps rang out from outside the courtyard, like muffled thunder!
Then, the eldest prince, Li Zheng, returned, followed by a large group of soldiers clad in heavy black armor.
These soldiers all had fierce eyes and exuded a murderous aura; they were all at the Martial Grandmaster level!
Holding gleaming halberds, they formed a tight battle formation, completely surrounding the courtyard. A heavy sense of oppression washed over them like a tidal wave, making it suffocating.
"Brother Shen, it's been a long time..."
With a knowing smile playing on his lips, Li Zheng said loudly, "I knew you would come. I have been waiting here for a long time."
"You dare call me brother?!"
Shen Ming's gaze pierced through the crowd like a sharp sword, and when he saw Qi Xinghai standing next to Li Zheng, sneering, his face immediately turned ashen.
"Li Zheng! How dare you defy the world and collude with the demon race! You deserve to die a thousand deaths and be subjected to the extreme punishment of being torn to pieces!"
As he spoke, his gaze sharpened, and he noticed the ochre-yellow imperial robe embroidered with gold dragon patterns on Li Zheng's body. His pupils suddenly contracted.
A terrifying thought surged into his mind, and he exclaimed, his face paling, "Raising a private army, usurping power... You, you want to kill your father and seize the throne?!"
"Usurpation?"
Li Zheng laughed wildly, appearing almost manic. He flung his dragon robe sleeves out and arrogantly declared, "This is clearly a restoration of order!"
"Since Father Emperor ascended the throne, he has been incompetent, tyrannical, and mediocre, utterly incapable of shouldering great responsibilities! He is no longer worthy of this supreme position!"
"From this day forward, I will be the new ruler of this vast land, and I will usher in an unprecedented golden age!"
"ridiculous!"
Shen Ming scoffed, his words sharp as knives, "Someone like you, who forgets his ancestors, colludes with the mortal enemies of the human race, and acts perversely, is even less worthy of sitting in that position!"
Ten thousand years ago, our ancestors sacrificed their lives to drive the treacherous demons from the continent, saving humanity from being domesticated and reduced to the tragic fate of being devoured.
What Li Zheng did was a disgrace to the human race. Even dying nine times would not be enough to atone for his sins!
"you!"
Li Zheng's face darkened; he understood the disdain in Shen Ming's eyes.
His maniacal laughter subsided, replaced by a gloomy indifference, as if his pretense had been exposed.
Immediately, he adopted an expression as if examining a corpse, and coldly said, "Since our paths diverge, death is the only outcome. Make your move... send Young Master Shen on his way!"
"kill--!"
The battle cries shook the heavens, and the black-armored torrent instantly boiled over!
Hundreds of halberds, gleaming with a cold, dark light, like venomous dragons ready to devour their prey, pierced towards Shen Ming from all directions with ear-piercing shrieks!
The shadows of halberds filled the sky, and the killing intent condensed into frost!
A resolute glint flashed in Shen Ming's eyes. He took a deep breath and advanced instead of retreating.
He held the black and gold battle sword horizontally in front of his chest, his spiritual power surging like a tide!
When the "Mysterious Heaven Overlord Blade Technique" was pushed to its limit, the dark golden patterns on the blade suddenly lit up, emitting a sharp blade light more than a foot long!
One of the Seven Wonders of the Xuantian Sect, the Overlord Blade.
At this moment, the power unleashed by Shen Ming was no less than the strike Li Wudao had delivered that day in the Imperial Treasure Pavilion, injuring the senior disciple of the Li Huo Sect.
"Clang! Clang!"
"puff--!"
The sounds of metal clashing, bones cracking, and blood splattering were incessant.
Shen Ming made the most of the terrain, his body twisting and turning in the small space, his blade light like a cascading river or a startled swan tearing through the sky, dancing in front of him to form an impenetrable net of death!
Although the black-armored torrent was numerous, the long halberds were ineffective in a confined space, and he instead defeated them one by one.
His sword moved with him, each strike carrying the power to shatter mountains and split rocks!
"Breaking the military!"
With a flash of light, a heavily armored soldier was cut in half at the waist, halberd and all!
"The flow has stopped!"
With a backhand slash, he cleanly severed the three halberds that were attacking from the side!
He fought with increasing ferocity, his black hair dancing wildly, his clothes stained with the enemy's blood, and his handsome face splattered with drops of blood. He looked like a madman, yet he also exuded a tragic and indomitable spirit!
Alone with a sword, guarding the isolated gate, he was truly like a pillar of strength, unmoved by raging waves!
Corpses piled up at his feet, blood flowed like a river, and not a single person could cross the line!
"Damn it!"
Seeing his carefully trained private army suffer heavy casualties without achieving any merit, Li Zheng's face turned visibly ashen.
"A bunch of trash!"
A hint of impatience and anger flashed in Qi Xinghai's eyes. He then shouted at the three menacing men in black robes, "What are you waiting for? Take him down, life or death!"
"Yes!"
The three mid-stage Martial Kings moved simultaneously, unleashing a torrent of demonic energy!
One person transformed his palm into a claw, aiming straight for Shen Tianming's spirit; another person's fist was fierce and powerful, striking towards his heart meridian; the last person moved like a ghost, circling to the side, his fingertips emitting corrosive black light!
The three of them joined forces, their demonic power overwhelming, instantly shattering the balance that Shen Ming was struggling to maintain.
Shen Ming was immediately caught in a fierce battle, and the range of his sword light was drastically reduced.
He had to fend off the horde of soldiers in front of him while also dealing with the bizarre attacks of three equally powerful individuals. As he struggled to keep up, new wounds kept appearing on his body.
Soon, his shoulders, back, and thighs were all injured by demonic energy, and blood gushed out. The blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth turned from red to dark, and his aura weakened at a visible speed.
"A good opportunity... Die!"
Just as the black-robed man using claw techniques thought he had an opportunity and grinned as he reached for his throat...
A fierce glint flashed in Shen Ming's eyes. He neither dodged nor avoided the halberd thrusting from his side, instead focusing all his energy and spirit into his black-gold battle blade!
"cut!!!"
A roar, like a thunderclap in a clear sky! The black-gold battle blade erupted with an unprecedentedly dazzling light.
In an instant, a dark golden blade aura, condensed to its extreme, like the first ray of light that split the heavens and the earth, tore through the demonic energy and flashed past at a speed beyond comprehension!
"Tsk-!"
The sinister smile on the black-robed martial king's face suddenly froze.
Upon closer inspection, a fine line of blood could be seen extending down from between his eyebrows.
The next moment, his entire body was neatly split in two from the middle, and demonic blood and internal organs flowed out all over the ground, emitting a stench!
Shen Ming paid a heavy price for this. His back was wide open and a long halberd pierced through him, leaving a spray of blood.
"puff!"
He could no longer hold on, and knelt on one knee, using the knife as a support, coughing up large amounts of blood, his face as pale as paper.
"As expected of a true disciple of the Xuantian Sect... His reputation is indeed well-deserved!"
Upon witnessing this scene, Li Zheng was deeply moved and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
But then, his eyes were replaced by a deeper chill and murderous intent. "Unfortunately, you cannot be used by me. Today, you will surely die!"
He waved his hand dismissively, as if brushing away dust, and said, "All troops, advance! Kill without mercy!"
I received a direct order.
The remaining soldiers, along with the two enraged demon kings, charged forward like mad dogs, disregarding everything.
The attack was like a violent storm, determined to tear Shen Ming to shreds!
"Pfft!"
Finally, a cunning halberd seized the moment when Shen Ming was exhausted, and like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, it pierced his abdomen!
The excruciating pain made his body shudder violently, and his vision began to blur.
"Waaaaah—! Waaaaah—!"
On the bed, Li Nanzhi was already in tears. Looking at the figure fighting bloody battle, her heart was torn apart. Desperate and sorrowful sobs escaped from her gagged mouth.
“I’m such a useless person… I can only be tied up here like a piece of trash, watching others sacrifice themselves for me… I can’t do anything…”
Boundless self-blame and a deep sense of powerlessness filled her heart, almost crushing her spirit completely.
My wicked cousin...
Is it true that what they said is true, that you have fallen victim to the evil deeds of these villains, and that you can never... never come back?
Cousin, please, you must live! Come quickly and save Young Master Shen! He's about to collapse...
A faint, almost desperate hope began to grow in her despairing heart.
How she wished that her cousin, who always wore a calm smile yet possessed incredible power, would appear like a divine being and break through this suffocating predicament.
However, all they could see were dark, menacing enemies.
Only Shen Ming's violent panting and blood-stained clothes remained, along with the cruel and smug faces of Li Zheng and Qi Xinghai.
Reality was as cold as the winter wind, causing her tiny flame of hope to flicker and die.