Chapter 69: Seven Kill Sword

  This devastating storm destroyed the entire desolate city, all buildings were razed to the ground, only a few areas still had Wu Wang stubbornly resisting the sword's rampage.

  When the storm subsided, the sword blades dissipated, and the drifting blood mist recondensed, gathering into seven rivers that all surged into the giant sword suspended in mid-air. Dust, shattered stones, and mangled limbs fell like a rain shower.

  The seven sword edges that had devoured the essence of tens of thousands of warriors and demonic beasts finally calmed down, transforming into seven ancient swords floating quietly in mid-air, each with a different style but all emitting intense blood aura and evil energy.

  "Is it over?" Tang Qing gazed at the ancient sword on the horizon, and while his heart still lingered with fear, a hint of greed began to sprout in his mind, as if something was beckoning him.

  Bang!! Tang Bayi slapped him on the back of his head and growled: "You're crazy, don't look at them!"

  Tang Hao remained vigilant: "These ancient swords are somewhat sinister, I think... things haven't ended yet!"

  At this time, some places in the desolate city appeared to have surviving Wu Wang-level strongmen. They crawled out of the ruins, disheveled and trembling with fear after the disaster. However, when they gazed up at the sky, they revealed a greedy look similar to Tang Qing's. Some people couldn't hold back their emotions and rushed towards the sky like madmen, wanting to seize it for themselves.

  Result...

  "Ah!!" A martial king, at the moment he grasped the hilt of his sword, suddenly let out a mournful and piercing cry. His robust body rapidly withered away, looking from afar like a deflated balloon. The man's mournful cry, intense struggle, but his body was firmly sucked onto the hilt of the sword. In an instant, the cry stopped, flesh and blood all gone, dry and shriveled up, the body quickly disintegrated into dust that drifted away with the wind.

  "Hiss!!" The other martial kings who were charging forward gasped in unison, stopping their footsteps and cautiously gazing at these evil ancient swords. No one dared to take another step forward.

  "How ruthless!! What kind of evil thing is this?" Tang Ba gritted his teeth, the great Martial King was actually sucked dry like that? Luckily he didn't rush up just now!

  A sudden and violent explosion occurred in a certain part of the desolate city, with thick smoke billowing everywhere. A loud and maniacal laughter echoed through the sky: "Haha, the Seven Kill Sword will rebuild the heavens on this day! Thank you, Mu Tuwa!"

  "That's Akatsuki?! As expected, it's their doing!" Tanba's face turned red with anger, but he quickly regained his composure and suppressed his impulse. He made a signal to Tang Qing and Tang Hao, shielding the unconscious Tang Yan, and carefully retreated into the distance, not wanting to get involved in whatever was happening here.

  "Akatsuki!! You are declaring war on the three great empires of the southern border!" In a certain corner of the ruins, the imperial family members who had barely survived glared with anger, but did not dare to make another move.

  "Who wants revenge, come find me, we'll see it through to the end!!" Mutouya appeared in front of a three-meter-long blood-red killing sword, admiring its majestic and ancient physique.

  A middle-aged beautiful woman of the same Wu Zun level appeared in front of a slender silver sword like a snake, also deeply attracted by its perfect appearance.

  "Clara!" Mutwa called out to the middle-aged beauty, and they gazed at each other, taking a deep breath in unison as they reached for the sword in front of them. In an instant, a strong tearing force surged from the hilt, as if they were grasping some kind of ferocious beast rather than a sword.

  The two had long been prepared, letting them suck their own vital energy and circulate spiritual power to wrap around them and control them. The rest of the Red God members were divided into guarding posts around them, vigilantly waiting in strict formation.

  "Damn it! Let's go!" All the surviving forces left with hatred, they had consumed too much and couldn't afford more turmoil. Moreover, there were two great deities inside the Red God, and they didn't have the qualifications to provoke them.

  After the storm ended, five figures swiftly approached from afar, their vast aura enveloping the area like a flood, and it was another group of powerful beings arriving!

  They are a mysterious organization working with Akagane, and have come for the remaining five Kokuto.

  But before they arrived, an old man in the depths of the ruins slowly stood up, took a deep breath from his pipe, and with his dry right hand grasping at nothingness, a strong suction force instantly enveloped one of the purple killing swords.

  Buzz!! The purple killing sword trembled violently, as if struggling, but unable to break free, plummeting rapidly.

  "Who is it?" The members of Akatsuki were secretly shocked, wanting to chase but fearing the terrifying killing intent, and not daring to disturb Mū and Clara who were immersed in recognizing their master.

  The surviving forces were secretly shocked, and there was actually still a master hidden nearby? They all stopped in their tracks, gazing intently at the old man covered in dust, wondering how he had been drained of his vital energy and died, while secretly hoping that he could successfully take control.

  "Lei Yuan! I've been waiting for you for many years!" The old man, who was smoking a dry pipe, grasped the purple long sword that had fallen from the sky. The sword's body was curved and agile, as if it had a lively life of its own, and its entire length shone with a purple light like lightning, cold and sharp!

  The lightning sword flashed into his hand, and he wildly sucked the old man's vital blood. The old man's arm withered away at a visible speed, followed by his entire body.

  The old man smoking a dry pipe still looked wooden, as if he hadn't noticed the pain, dryly puffing on his pipe, letting Lei Yan suck in fresh blood, walking towards the distant mystical forest, seemingly walking slowly, yet also seeming to shrink into inches, disappearing silently and unnoticed from everyone's line of sight.

  Mutouwa and Clara finally grasped their respective killing swords, wanting to chase but unable to find the old man's figure.

  "Run! Run! Run!" The survivors didn't hesitate any longer and fled from the ruins in a flurry.

  Everyone now understands that this is a killing game deliberately created by Akagami, and these people are all pawns in it! This message must be spread out, making Akagami the public enemy of the entire Bian Nan region, and hunted down by the three major empires.

  Not long after, five figures shrouded in white mist approached from afar, their footsteps empty. Looking at the remaining four killing swords, they spoke with ill intent: "Mutuwa, you have broken our agreement!! Where is Leiyan Sword?"

  "It was taken away by an old man just now! If you had come a little earlier, you might have been able to catch him." Mutouwa felt the surging aura of the Blood Sword, with a killing intent swirling in his eyes, and a confidence that feared no opponent.

  "An old man? Impossible! The Seven Kill Sword, when first unsealed, would devour the essence of millions and automatically perceive a strong Venerable-level cultivator as a threat, eradicating them with full force. It's impossible for a Martial Venerable to remain here!"

  "Hurry up and hand it over, our previous agreement is still valid. Otherwise, no one in the world can keep you safe!"

  Mutou's temper has always been explosive, and at this moment he roared in anger: "Use your water-entering brains to think about it, where can I hide? Besides me and Clara, who else dares to hit them?"

  Clara said: "Believe it or not, he's an eccentric old man who smokes a water pipe, possibly some kind of hermit."

  A burst of white mist suddenly swung out a cold icy fog, enveloping two members of the Red God's team, and instantly transmitted a mournful cry, as if suffering from immense pain.

  " You...!" Mutouwa was enraged.

  The white fog quickly dispersed, and a resentful voice came out. "That's right, it's an old man who smokes dry tobacco, unfortunately, he escaped."

  "He can't escape, unless he never uses the Lei Yin sword for his entire life. Otherwise, once it's activated, other killing swords will be able to sense its existence." The remaining four groups of white mist no longer hesitated, each enveloping a killing sword and starting to acknowledge their master and take control.

  At the same time, in the northern wilderness of the Great Zhou Empire, the Ling Wang Fu!

  Zhou Ling Wang paced back and forth anxiously, a rare emotional state for him after all these years. But now... he urgently wanted to know the specific situation of the Huang Cheng cemetery.

  "Your Highness, you seem to be in a greater hurry than I am." From the dimly lit study, an old man in white robes slowly emerged, his skin dry and pale. Even with a warm smile on his face, he couldn't conceal the fierce aura emanating from within him.

  Zhou Ling Wang smiled and said: "It's a bit exciting, this is the first step in our plan. If something unexpected happens..."

  "Don't worry, Your Highness, everything is going according to plan. The Seven Kill Sword is an ancient evil creature with simple spiritual intelligence that has been sealed for endless years. This time it will definitely be extremely violent when released. All the strong people in the entire Ancient City Mausoleum will become their food. Especially the top-level strong ones, they will be the first to become sacrifices."

  "Well, in that case, I'd like to offer you all my advance congratulations!"

  The old man smiled silently: "It should be us congratulating the king, this time the wild city plan is a triple bird with one arrow, and we can get the Seven Kills Sword, and also eliminate the royal family's strength. The most important thing is to take this opportunity to trigger a war between the three major empires of Bian Nan, as a prelude to our second plan. However, I want to remind the king that the more it gets to the final juncture, the less we can afford to be impatient."

  "You can rest assured, I've endured for over a decade, what's another dozen months?"

  "In some details, there can't be even a slight mistake. Sometimes, it's possible that just a small unexpected event could bring unimaginable losses. What do you think, Prince Wang?"

  Zhou Ling Wang understood the old man's meaning: "Don't worry, I will handle the Tang family side cleanly."

  "That's good, we believe in your ability, Wang Ye. However... the Northern Wasteland is your foundation, but Giant Elephant City has always been out of control. This is a great opportunity to plan something. We will fully support you in ascending to the throne, and we hope you remember our agreement."