Chương 269: The End

Mount Xuanwu, Standing on the mountain peak, watching Qin Jin at the passageway below madly slaughtering everyone without distinguishing between friend and foe, Song Que couldn't help but ask with a grave, curious expression:"Hu Zi, do you know what's going on with that guy?" Having observed alongside him, Hu Zi naturally knew who he was asking about. He nodded and replied in a deep voice:"Young Master, this person is named Qin Jin, an elder of the God-Slaying Sect.

Seeing him in this state, he must be suffering a backlash from their sect's cultivation method, the Seven Kills Demonic Saber. I've heard that this saber technique is a genuine demonic art. Its power is terrifying beyond compare, but unfortunately, to practice it, one must use their divine soul to absorb all sorts of wicked energies from the world—murderous intent, resentment, fierce Qi, death Qi... and so on.

The slightest carelessness, and the practitioner will be corrupted by these wicked energies, losing their rationality and turning into a bloodthirsty madman."

"Qin Jin must not have practiced it to perfection. Suffering a slight external stimulus triggered his Qi deviation. He is currently extremely dangerous! In this state, not even an 8th Grade Meridian Opening realm expert would dare approach him. But afterward... it's hard to say. If he can't regain control of himself, he will become no different from a wild beast from now on. Even if he is lucky enough to wake up, the backlash will be severe.

Not to mention his overall strength dropping by fifty to sixty percent, his True Qi will scatter wildly throughout his Eight Extraordinary Meridians. Don't even think about using martial arts for several months!" So dangerous?! Master Song was also startled. Thinking about the First-Tier saber manual he had just acquired in his spatial inventory—didn't it also have Seven Kills Demonic Saber written on the cover? He felt both his balls ache terribly.

It seems the heavens simply find my use of a saber to be an eyesore, constantly finding ways to block my path to obtaining a saber art! Looking at Qin Jin's state of 'refusing to recognize his own family' right now, even if Song Que had guts as big as the sky, he wouldn't dare touch that Demonic Saber manual! He was truly heartbroken. As for this guy going mad from a slight stimulus, Grandee Song merely chuckled sinisterly, offering no explanation. At this moment, his eyes also began to turn strange.

According to his original plan today, the two of them were supposed to ride Lightning and leave right now. Song Que had never even entertained the extravagant thought of using his Silver-Armored Jiangshi to intercept and kill a First-Tier expert. After all, this wasn't an enclosed cave dwelling; out here, the target could leap and fly freely. The Silver-Armored Jiangshi's terrifying brute strength might not even be put to use.

Furthermore, just because Master Song couldn't cut through its body didn't mean a saber-wielding Qin Jin couldn't. No, it was more accurate to say it would definitely be chopped to pieces! Watching the old demon's terrifying destructive power below, Song Que didn't doubt this in the slightest. However, man's calculations are inferior to heaven's calculations! Since the guy was suffering a backlash... then... perhaps... hehehe... Song Que felt he could give it a try. After all, he had nothing to lose!

The two of them stood there silently watching. After a long while, only when blood flowed like rivers did Qin Jin finally manage to vent the hatred in his heart. His mental state seemed to improve slightly. They saw him spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, stagger for a bit, and then stagger back to a relatively clean room to rest and recuperate.

He completely ignored the few dozen remaining God-Slaying Sect disciples below, who were desperately trying to herd the terrified, soul-shattered mine slaves back into the barracks. This matter had finally reached a conclusion. Song Que ordered Lightning to carry Hu Zi to a designated spot a few miles away before returning to pick him up. Before leaving, he casually dropped something back into the mountain valley....... Deep into the night, Mount Xuanwu.

Having endured a tragic afternoon of slaughter, the air here still reeked of thick, pungent blood. The surviving God-Slaying Sect members had no appetite left for food or drink. After a hasty cleanup, they grimly stood guard over the area. This novel's true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there. Regarding today's events, after Qin Jin regained his senses, he had already sent someone back to the sect to report.

By tomorrow, reinforcements should arrive, and things would be much easier to manage. Sensing the stealthy, peering gazes of the mine slaves in the distance, the guards felt intermittent chills. Today, they had nearly been torn to shreds by these slaves. Fortunately, Lord Qin had returned in time. Although he mistakenly slaughtered quite a few of their own companions, he did indeed suppress the rebellion. They hadn't conducted an exact count yet, but the number of mine slaves had likely halved.

As for their own disciples, two-thirds had been killed. Up to this moment, no one had bothered to figure out who was scattered, missing, or hiding. This was all the fault of that dog, Li Si! Fortunately, I didn't taste his peerless fish soup! Recalling the battle earlier that evening where shit flew everywhere, this particular guard felt goosebumps rise all over his body.

Straining their eyes to vigilantly guard the surroundings, these Outer Sect disciples of the God-Slaying Sect remained completely oblivious as a mysterious figure flashed by, slipping past the area without alarming a single soul. It was the Silver-Armored Jiangshi. Having possessed this thug for half a month, Master Song had begun to grow accustomed to using it. Its power was massive, its body incredibly tough. Although it lacked True Qi, it didn't matter; he found it very handy to use.

Unfortunately, this item didn't come with a user manual, and he didn't know how to maintain it. Song Que could genuinely feel that the Silver-Armored Jiangshi's body was beginning to lose its vitality. Even with the continuous nourishment from the Tesseract's energy, Grandee Song estimated he could only use it for a maximum of three years. After that, this thing would become completely rigid and uncontrollable. But three years was more than enough! This time, Grandee Song was giving it its first mission.

Slipping past a few sparse guard posts, the Silver-Armored Jiangshi didn't take much time to sneak near Qin Jin's room. Using his Domain to scout the area, his mind was finally at ease. This guy was exactly as Hu Zi had predicted—suffering from the backlash. He was currently sitting in his room, desperately trying to heal his injuries. Hearing his heavy, ragged breathing and sensing the energy continuously leaking from his body, it seemed his efforts weren't yielding much success.

Since Old Qin was currently unable to mobilize his True Qi, what was there left to hesitate about?! The Silver-Armored Jiangshi didn't hesitate for a second. Exploding with its fastest speed, it brutally smashed the door and charged in. Boom!

"Who's there?!" The moment the Silver-Armored Jiangshi made its move, Qin Jin sensed it and shouted with glaring eyes. Answering him was a glowing green claw. Boom!

"Cough cough cough...." The Silver-Armored Jiangshi's terrifying five elephants of brute force was even greater than Qin Jin's. Furthermore, burdened by injuries, Qin Jin could only muster a fraction of his usual power. With just a single blow, he was blasted backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood in agonizing pain.

"Who are you?!" Ignoring Old Qin's overwhelming confusion, Little Jiangshi pressed the advantage, refusing to let him off, and charged viciously once more. Qin Jin shuddered and hurriedly drew his saber. Clang.... Kenggg!!! Ear-piercing sounds echoed through the space. At some unknown point, a large hammer had appeared in the Silver-Armored Jiangshi's hand, fiercely smashing against the black saber. Clang... clang... clang...

"Assassins!"....

"Men, come quickly!" The commotion here quickly drew attention. The God-Slaying Sect disciples, already startled like birds frightened by a twanging bow, shouted to each other for a moment before cautiously banding together and running over.

"Hurry, save Elder Qin!" Seeing that the enemy was only a single person, their spirits lifted slightly. Nimbly brandishing their sabers and swords, they charged. Clang clang... clang clang... Little Jiangshi completely ignored the others' attacks, allowing their weapons to hack at its body, producing sparks and ear-piercing metallic screeches. It focused entirely on swinging its hammer to smash that guy, Qin Jin. Boom! Exhausted and depleted, Qin Jin couldn't hold on for much longer.

He took a heavy, solid blow straight to his chest, flying backward like a broken sack. Struggling to get up, he looked at the cloaked figure lunging madly toward him. With the cloak torn to shreds by the crowd's slashes, exposing the skin and flesh of its face, he screamed in terror:"Someone from the Corpse Driving Sect!"

"Khak... khak... rooooar!" Answering him were only unintelligible syllables and a ferocious claw swipe. Boom!... Boom!.... Pfft! Enduring a few more moves, Qin Jin ultimately failed to dodge the fatal blow, his chest pierced through by the Silver-Armored Jiangshi's claw. Feeling the life force and True Qi in his body being madly sucked away, he widened his eyes in disbelief. Struggling to squeeze out a few words, he gloriously disconnected:"Blood... blood... feud!!!" Clang!

The black saber in Qin Jin's hand fell to the ground, the sound shattering the silence in the room.

"The Elder is dead!"

"Run!" The God-Slaying Sect disciples frantically scrambled to escape like a nest of scattered bees.

"Khak!" With blood-red eyes, the Silver-Armored Jiangshi greedily sucked dry the blood essence on Qin Jin's body. It simply picked up the black saber from the ground, stored it in its spatial inventory, and transformed into an afterimage as it began a rapid pursuit and slaughter. Tragic wails and terrified shouts echoed continuously into the night, leaving the mine slaves hiding in their barracks utterly bewildered and terrified.

Trembling, they huddled together, their eyes strained as they stared into the darkness, seemingly trying to find some sort of answer. No one knew how long had passed, but after the Silver-Armored Jiangshi had hunted down roughly twenty more people, Song Que finally stopped in satisfaction and withdrew. Following its instincts, the zombie tilted its head back and roared loudly at the sky. As if guided by a force, the dense blood Qi scattered in the surroundings gathered densely toward it.

Like a massive funnel, it swirled and poured into the Silver-Armored Jiangshi's mouth. Master Song watched all this, dumbfounded. Waiting until everything returned to calm, and feeling the massive amount of restless, boiling energy within the Tesseract, he couldn't help but shake his head with a bitter smile and leave the area. Before leaving, he didn't forget to 'accidentally' drop a token in Qin Jin's room. Engraved on it were three characters: Ma Chenggong.