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With a shout of "Unprincipled," the sword box opened.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Bright, slender swords flew out, spreading outward in a fan shape, instantly claiming the lives of over a dozen people.
Dao Fa is used to deal with ghosts and monsters, causing almost no harm to the human body. However, they lack physical forms and only possess souls. In strict terms, they are not fundamentally different from ordinary spirits, so they are still affected by Daoist Arts.
The sword, Naibing among emperors, is an essential weapon for all past rulers and renowned generals. Although it requires much more time to learn and is more difficult to wield compared to the spear, the ancestor of all weapons, once mastered, it can unleash terrifying power.
Especially in Daoist Arts, Sword Cultivators remain a formidable presence. Just look at the scene before us; Unethical Fatty simultaneously controls over a dozen Flying Swords. The blades are agile and sharp, weaving through the chaotic battlefield like scythes harvesting wheat, causing rows of enemies to fall. The spectacle is truly shocking.
Ye Mingshang glanced sideways and nodded secretly. "This kind of chaotic battle is indeed most suitable for someone like the Fatty, who has large area damage capabilities."
Thinking this, he hesitated no longer and swung his long knife with even more effort, attempting to condense his killing intent through the blade's edge. It was not to increase sharpness—Demon Blade's sharpness was enough to cut down these soldiers like grass—but rather to try and unleash a wider area attack. However, having just recently grasped Killing Intent, he still found it difficult to master this power flexibly.
One in the sky and one on the ground; one attracts the main force while the other slaughters recklessly. With just these two working together, they managed to cause a rout among tens of thousands.
If these were Soul Bodies with physical forms, there would surely be corpses everywhere and rivers of blood.
For Ye Mingshang, killing was quite cold-blooded due to inheriting part of his past life's personality; he felt no psychological pressure about it—it was as ordinary as eating or breathing. The Fatty treated these people entirely as monsters; a group wanting to kill them—what pressure could there be in slaughtering them? Moreover, after killing them, there would be no bodies left behind and no sense of guilt.
"General! We can't keep fighting! If we do, all our Brothers will die!" Dazhong shouted with red eyes as he found the big man. These were comrades he had fought alongside before; he couldn't bear to see them make unnecessary sacrifices.
The big man Sideburns trembled slightly and glared back. "Shut your mouth! You have no say here! Either you kill those two bastards or get lost!"
Deng Jie was at a loss for words, a breath caught in his chest, his teeth clenched tightly as he stared fiercely at the burly man, his body trembling uncontrollably.
"Is this our commander? Only interested in personal gain, treating the lives of his subordinates like weeds? What use is such a useless leader!"
Deng Jie felt a surge of determination and drew the dagger he always carried at his waist.
"Everyone, attack! Kill these two bastards!" The burly man still hadn’t noticed, shouting loudly for the soldiers to sacrifice their lives.
Deng Jie narrowed his swollen eyes, feeling resolute. "If you are unkind, don’t blame me for being unjust!"
"Thud!" The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh echoed.
The burly man, who had been vigorously directing the troops, suddenly froze. His fierce eyes widened in disbelief as he slowly turned his head.
"You!..." The burly man's voice trembled.
Deng Jie looked calmly at the dying man. "You are an unkind commander, giving reckless orders and disregarding the lives of Brothers. With so many brothers dead because of you, what right do you have to live in this world?"
"You... good, very good!..." The burly man's voice was weak, his body bending slightly as he clearly struggled to hold on.
"The dagger is coated with poison that will cause great damage to your Soul Body. Don’t worry; you will die soon."
Ignoring the burly man's face twisted with rage and hatred, Deng Jie patted him down and pulled out a firework about the size of his thumb. He pointed it towards the sky and pulled the fuse.
"Whoosh!"
"Boom!"
Brilliant fireworks burst in the sky, emitting vibrant light.
"Retreat!"
"Retreat!"
Upon seeing the signal, the small leaders shouted in unison, leading their remaining troops to withdraw even faster than they had come. They had long lost the desire to fight; after such a long battle, they had been unable to inflict any damage on the enemy and were instead being slaughtered by the two. If it weren't for the strict military discipline, they would have fled long ago.
Watching the enemy retreat, the chubby man wanted to chase after them but was stopped by Ye Mingshang.
"Don't pursue a desperate enemy; we are not here to kill but to save."
The chubby man nodded, descended, and sheathed his sword. He curiously glanced at the old man being carried on Ye Mingshang's back.
"Who is this?"
"He is the headmaster of my orphanage from before, and also my benefactor," Ye Mingshang explained.
The chubby man nodded. No wonder Ye Mingshang was so fiercely battling against the Underworld army; it was to rescue his benefactor. It seemed this old man held great significance for him. "Hello, uncle," he greeted.
The old headmaster could not speak but nodded in response.
"Let's go."
As a few people just took a step forward, not having walked far, a figure suddenly blocked their path.
It was a monk dressed in a cassock, tall and slender, with a handsome face. His slightly closed eyes seemed to carry the compassion of one who pities all living beings.
Ye Mingshang furrowed his brow. "Is the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva trying to stop me?"
"Ksitigarbha!" The fat man was taken aback. The legendary Ksitigarbha was said to be an agent of Buddha, possessing immense power, and had vowed not to attain Buddhahood until hell was empty. He was a figure of ancestral level.
Ksitigarbha joined his hands together and slightly bowed his head. "Amitabha, why does the benefactor slay these living beings?"
Ye Mingshang snorted coldly. "Hmph! Is there anything that the Ksitigarbha, who can observe the world and hear the cries of the dead, does not know?"
Ksitigarbha fell silent for a moment. "They are all innocent. To save one life while killing thousands is truly too cruel."
"It is not I who wish to kill them; they are the ones blocking my path. I warned them, but they did not listen. Since they have chosen to stand against me, they must bear the corresponding consequences."
"To save one person by killing thousands—what difference is that from being an Evil Spirit?" Ksitigarbha's tone was questioning, yet it carried an affirmative note.
"For me, nothing is more important than the lives of my family and friends. If anyone wishes to harm them, they must first step over my corpse. If one person stands against me, I will kill that one person; if the whole world stands against me, I will slay everyone!" Ye Mingshang's sharpness was evident as he brandished his long knife, its blade glinting. "Does Ksitigarbha wish to be my enemy?"
Ksitigarbha remained silent for a moment before joining his hands again. "Amitabha, I ask you to have compassion and refrain from creating further slaughter."
(To be continued.)
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