047 [Now, This Is What You Call Wolf Extinguisher!]

The Left Guardian slipped into the city in a flash, intending to divert the disaster eastward and trade the lives of Wancheng's hundred thousand sect soldiers for his own old life.

To be fair, however high-spirited he had been while showing off, he was now equally bedraggled in flight.

He still remembered when he had first entered his master's school. His master had repeatedly warned him that if a Sacrificial Vessel showed any risk of awakening, then even if the next second brought utter damnation, it must never be used.

He had not understood at the time. If I'm about to die, how can I worry about anything else?

Not until one day, when a Senior Brother had overused a Sacrificial Vessel and caused it to awaken and slaughter their entire lineage, did he understand.

Dozens of Unusual Scholars had not even had time to resist before dropping dead one after another before his eyes. Only he had been fortunate enough to escape.

Afterward, he drifted into Golden Cicada Sect territory and became one of them.

Whenever he entered a dream, his Senior Brother would descend with the aid of strange power, his face twisted in agony as he begged him to save him.

Through conversations with his Senior Brother, now a Fierce Ghost who still retained a sliver of sanity, the Left Guardian learned that whenever the iron rule killed someone, pain a hundredfold, a thousandfold worse would be inflicted upon him. Each slaughter was, to him, the most horrifying torment in the human world.

Therefore, He Zhao's act of turning himself from human into ghost had left him immensely shocked and terrified. Even calling him a madman did not begin to describe it.

Although he could gain Immunity against the invisible blades simply by standing still, there was a problem: he was human and had normal bodily needs—eating, drinking, relieving himself, and so on.

A Fierce Ghost could stand there and wait ten years, fifty years, even a hundred years!

He could not.

If he remained where he was, death was certain.

"They're merely a pack of sacrifices. Trading their worthless lives for this old man's one life is their honor." A vicious gleam flashed through the Left Guardian's eyes. He pulled a whistle from his robes, put it to his lips, and blew with all his might!

"Beep—"

A piercing, ear-splitting whistle rang out. Soldiers jolted awake from their dreams throughout the barracks, instinctively dressed, grabbed their weapons, and gathered toward central Wancheng.

For ease of management, they had undergone plenty of training over the past year, and simple drills had long since become second nature. After all, anyone too dim-witted or unwilling to cooperate had been buried in the Mass Grave.

Others resting at home moved through streets and alleys in the dark, hurrying toward their destination in groups of three or five, like ants.

Outside the city, He Zhao sensed the strange changes in himself.

Wrapped in black, eerie mist, his fleshly body seemed to have fallen into a Void, while his right arm appeared to have fused with the Life-Slaying Saber.

What felt rather unpleasant, however, was that this Sacrificial Vessel was beyond his Control. He was more like a Tool Person, retaining his sanity but unable to do a damn thing with it.

"Blood!"

"Life!"

"Nourishment!"

"Completion!"

The four phrases echoed ceaselessly through his mind, making his head throb faintly.

A Fierce Ghost's senses were rather interesting. Scarlet Mist drifted throughout the massive city, and He Zhao could clearly "see" every living creature.

People converging upon the city center from all directions, huge rats hiding in the darkness, livestock penned in courtyards, and even the Left Guardian, panicked and fleeing for his life.

"His own" body suddenly became terribly thirsty—thirsty for human lives and blood. His already crimson eyes grew ever brighter, as if blood might drip from them.

"Crack!"

He Zhao took one step forward and flashed from outside the city into its interior.

Ahead stood several Golden Cicada Sect Soldiers holding blades and weapons. They muttered among themselves, complaining about being summoned in the middle of the night and taking turns mocking their superiors' unreliability.

"Pfft!"

Ruthless He Zhao raised his hand and swung his saber. Invisible saber force erupted, cutting down several men in an instant.

The sect soldiers, severed at the waist, immediately let out miserable howls from their throats. Trembling in terror, they crawled toward their lower halves, trying to piece themselves back together.

A trail of blood and all manner of organs were left upon the ground.

"Hmph—"

He Zhao's mind went blank as pain a hundred times crueler than being cut in half was suddenly inflicted upon his fleshly body. His body was indeed completely unharmed, but the pain was utterly real.

Had he not experienced over a hundred varieties of death, that single strike would have been enough to send his mind into collapse and make him completely lose the reason of a human being.

"Left Guardian!"

The low growl issuing from his throat turned into meaningless, clucking sounds, as though he were laughing.

"Whoosh!"

The ghostly shadow vanished from where it stood and suddenly appeared behind the Left Guardian.

He raised his hand and swung his saber!

"Fuck!!"

The Left Guardian sensed the surging strange power behind him and could only curse resentfully.

The other party still retained his sanity. Otherwise, there was no explanation for why he had come after him.

"Don't even think about it!"

As his words fell, a golden sphere like a blazing sun appeared once more. Vast Spirit Power instantly enveloped him.

"Boom!"

With one slash, the golden Spirit Power shattered.

This showed just how vast the difference in power was before and after a Sacrificial Vessel awakened.

"Stop right there!" The Left Guardian merely intended to stall for a moment; his true killing move had long been prepared. He gripped a piece of Diamond Jade, pouring every last scrap of Spirit Power from his body into it.

"Boom!"

The Fierce Ghost transformed from He Zhao was suddenly sealed within thick ice, frozen in place.

"Huff, huff, huff."

The Left Guardian looked at the jade in his hand, its Blood Veins exceeding nine-tenths coverage, his face filled with relief.

"With Spirit Power from my Flying Scenery Realm driving a superior-grade Sacrificial Vessel, can I still not handle a little brat who became a ghost through a mid-grade Sacrificial Vessel?" With that, he turned and continued fleeing at full speed.

The power of the ice was tyrannical, but how long it could hold the seal was hard to say.

While the other party was temporarily unable to break free, the farther he fled, the better.

As long as he could leave Wancheng, even if the brat broke through the ice seal, with his sanity devoured by the desire to kill, would he really ignore a hundred thousand people just to keep chasing him?

As for why he did not use the Homicide-type Sacrificial Vessel and instead placed his hopes of survival on a Sacrificial Vessel more suited for assistance—

It was simple. From birth until now, he had never seen anyone truly kill a Fierce Ghost.

There were only five ways to deal with Fierce Ghosts: expulsion, confinement, seizure, confrontation, and sealing.

Besides, there was no reason for Left Guardian Zuo to fight to the bitter end!

He Zhao watched the Left Guardian flee like a rabbit, his teeth itching with hatred. Unfortunately, restricted by the ice, he could only remain inside and stare helplessly.

Wait! I remember I've got Wailing Bone tucked in my robes. I just don't know whether I can still mobilize Spirit Power.

With that thought, he tried to stir his fleshly body within the Void.

"Buzz—"

A thread of Spirit Power seeped out and dispersed through the Void.

There's a way!

Push harder.

"Wuu, wuu, wuu."

As the Left Guardian fled with his head down, mournful crying entered his ears.

An evil will descended. His back went ice-cold, and two malicious gazes fixed firmly upon him!

"Buzz—"

Strange power rippled out, swiftly locking onto its target.

"Crack!"

The Left Guardian remained frozen in his fleeing posture, with only his eyeballs able to move.

Meanwhile, the skull in He Zhao's robes was covered in scarlet veins.

The next second, it rose into the air and clamped over his head.

Ruthless He Zhao revealed a miserable smile. When lice were numerous, their bites no longer itched; when debts piled high, there was no more worry.

Come on, let's have some fun!

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