One Slash, Total Annihilation

Hun Wupo was very unhappy, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

They were ignored and provoked.

Who gave him the courage?

Because Hua Qiang had practiced the Heaven-Deceiving Technique, his aura was concealed, and Hun Wupo could not detect his cultivation level.

However, he didn't care too much. After all, the highest level one could enter this Secret Realm was no more than the Immortal King Realm, and he was already a Seventh Heaven Immortal King Realm. Among his subordinates, there were several at the peak of the Immortal King Realm.

The two guards of Shiva Valos were both at the Peak Realm the Immortal King Realm, or even Half-Step Immortal Emperor, yet they still died under their gang attack.

How powerful can this person in front of you be?

Dealing with him would be as easy as crushing an ant for our group.

Hun Wupo waved his hand to those around him. "All of you, attack together and hack that bastard to death!"

"Young Master, shouldn't we ask about this person's background?"

Just in case..."

"Damn it, are you out of your mind? Do you think I'm Hun Wupo? Do I need to ask about other people's backgrounds? Even if someone's background is great, can it be greater than Young Master's?"

"Yes, yes, Your Highness is right. I was foolish."

The leader, Scarface, brandished his large knife and charged towards Hua Qiang, followed by a group of other black men who also charged forward.

A cold wind howled, tearing the last rays of the blood-red setting sun into fragments, adding to the desolate atmosphere of this deathly place.

Hun Wupo, stood on a large rock, his face regaining its cynical, wicked smile, the cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye resembling a congealed drop of blood in the twilight.

He was waiting, waiting to see Hua Qiang dismembered by his group of men, with flesh flying everywhere.

They've done this kind of thing quite a few times.

He really enjoyed the scene; it gave him an intense sense of climax.

Scarface's eyes were as fierce as a wolf's. He licked his chapped lips, and the thick-bladed broadsword in his hand gleamed with a cold, eerie light. He was the first to slash at Hua Qiang.

The other black-clad thugs also let out strange cries, like hyenas sniffing out blood, and eagerly swung their Martial Weapon at Hua Qiang.

They need to demonstrate their strength in front of the young master and win his favor in order to gain his favor and reap benefits.

Shao is their Ghost Hall Lord's only son, and the heir to the Ghost Palace Lord!

Hua Qiang gently placed Shiva Valos behind a protruding blue stone, his gaze sweeping over her pale face and blood-stained clothes, a pang of pain rising in his heart.

He gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said in a low voice, "Valos, rest here for a bit while I go and deal with these bastards."

Shiva Valos weakly grasped Hua Qiang's sleeve, her beautiful eyes filled with worry.

"Hua Qiang, be careful. These people are very strong. If you can't resist them, you must find a way to get away from here."

Her voice trembled slightly, and each word seemed to be uttered with all her strength.

Hua Qiang looked down at the strong and kind girl in front of him. Even though she was already covered in wounds, she was still worried about his safety.

He reached out and gently brushed away the stray strands of hair from her forehead, a confident smile playing on his lips.

"Don't worry, these people are no match for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hua Qiang slowly stood up, and his aura suddenly changed.

The once gentle face was now filled with a sharp killing intent. He raised his palm and uttered a low shout, "Wayless!"

In an instant, the void trembled, a dazzling light pierced the darkness, and the Dao Sword appeared in his hand with a dragon's roar.

This broken sword, though seemingly dilapidated, exudes a captivating aura. Mysterious runes flow across its blade, each pattern seemingly containing the power to create the world.

The surrounding air began to distort, and the pebbles on the ground were lifted up by an invisible force, swirling and flying in the air.

Scarface and his men's fierce offensive suddenly faltered as they felt a powerful, suffocating sense of oppression, setting off alarm bells in their minds.

However, when they saw that Hua Qiang only had a broken sword in his hand, their faces showed contempt.

"You think you can stop us with this broken sword?"

Scarface grinned maliciously, waved his hand, and led his men in another charge.

Hua Qiang's eyes were as cold as frost, and he slowly raised the Dao Sword in his hand.

With a clear shout, he flicked his wrist, and a Sword Qi ten feet long, carrying World-destroying momentum, swept towards the group of men in black like a silver lightning bolt.

Wherever the Sword Qi passed, space seemed to be torn apart, emitting a piercing roar.

The men in black stared in terror, trying to dodge but finding themselves unable to move.

They desperately tried to raise their weapons to defend themselves, but the moment the Sword Qi touched them, they were easily torn apart like pieces of paper.

Blood rained down like a storm, and severed limbs flew everywhere. The once arrogant and domineering group of people were instantly turned into piles of corpses on the ground.

Shiva Valos stared in disbelief at the scene before her, her lips trembling slightly as she could not believe her eyes.

These terrifying enemies who had hunted them down relentlessly, those powerful opponents who had forced her to use her Forbidden Ultimate Technique and perish, were all so easily dealt with by Hua Qiang.

The battlefield fell silent once more, leaving only the Hun Wupo standing in the distance.

The smile on his face had vanished, replaced by solemnity, panic, and even fear.

He finally realized that the seemingly ordinary young man in front of him was far more powerful than he had imagined.

Damn it, I've messed up today. I hope I don't end up losing everything.

The Hun Wupo figure, clad in black robes, moved without wind, and wisps of Black Mist rose around him.

The moment the black banner opened its palm, countless scarlet runes danced across its surface like living creatures.

As he tossed it out, the black banner spun rapidly in mid-air, emitting a piercing shriek as if tearing through the void.

Thick, inky black gas surged out, and from within the seemingly tangible mist came the ear-piercing sound of fingernails scratching metal.

The mournful wails pressed in from all directions, as if thousands of wronged souls were demanding their lives.

Black Mist surged like a tide over the broken walls and ruins, instantly withering the vegetation in its wake, and filling the air with the stench of rotting flesh and rust.

Gradually, monstrous ghosts with blue faces and fangs emerged from the Black Mist. Ghostly green flames burned in their empty eye sockets, black blood dripped from their claws, and their enormous bodies, each as tall as two people, were hunched over, emitting eerie, grotesque laughs that sent chills down one's spine.

"Kid, I have to admit you've got some skills."

A mad glint flashed in Hun Wupo's eyes as he arrogantly declared, "You still can't escape my grasp!"

"Taste the power of my Ten Myriad Ghosts Banner!"

With a roar, thousands of fierce ghosts bared their fangs and claws and pounced on Hua Qiang, causing the ground to tremble from the eerie pressure.

Hua Qiang remained unmoved, and the runes on the Dao Sword suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light, like the rising sun tearing through the night.

With a light flick of his sword, a golden Sword Qi several meters wide swept across the heavens and earth, shattering the space wherever it passed.

The golden light and the Black Mist collided with a deafening roar, and the vengeful ghosts let out mournful screams before turning into green smoke and dissipating in the golden light.

The black banner trembled violently, all the incantations on its surface vanished, and it flew back into Hun Wupo's hand.

Hun Wupo's expression changed drastically. Before he could react, the Myriad Ghosts Banner suddenly exploded into pieces.

A terrifying backlash surged through his arm and into his meridians. He groaned and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto a rock dozens of feet away.

Blood kept gushing from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Hua Qiang, who was walking slowly towards him, his eyes filled with fear.