The capital of the Eastern Sheng Kingdom has become a living hell.
Million Battle Souls surged forth like a tidal wave.
They roared and tore at the flesh, devouring the people's blood and flesh.
Whether commoners or Martial Artist, they are like lambs to the slaughter in front of the War Souls. Even their screams can only last for a few breaths before they turn into skeletons, which are then devoured by the War Souls that follow.
Before they died, everyone fantasized that if they hadn't forced Zhang Yu to abdicate, would the Demon Grotto have been spared?
Does that mean they won't have to die?
But there are no "what ifs" in this world, and no medicine for regret.
Longqie stood in mid-air, his black robes fluttering. With just a breath, hundreds or even thousands of people were seized as if by an invisible hand, their flesh and blood instantly withering away.
The souls of these people were forcibly ripped out and sucked into his mouth.
With each piece of flesh and blood he devoured, his Soul Power became more concentrated, and his aura grew stronger.
In less than half a day, millions of people in the Imperial City had been killed or wounded, leaving only a small area near the Imperial Palace untouched by the War Souls.
There, one can sense the aura of the Azure Cloud Sword Divine Weapon that suppressed the demon's Demon Grotto.
The War Souls instinctively feared that power and dared not approach the Imperial Palace, instead lingering on the outskirts, hunting down the few civilians who tried to escape.
"Sheng Yu, open the door, please open the door!"
"We know we were wrong, we will never force you again."
"Please save us! If you don't open the door, we'll all die here."
Outside the palace gates, the survivors cried out and pleaded, their voices hoarse with despair.
However, the palace gates were tightly closed, and Grand Formation protected them, preventing anyone from entering.
Zhang Yu stood on the city wall, his face indifferent.
"Have you forgotten that it was you who forced me to abdicate, and that it was you who agreed to let me reclaim the Divine Weapon's Fortune?"
I hold grudges very well and never show mercy.
"We were all deceived by Zhu Wuyuan. Please forgive us, you are so magnanimous."
Beneath the palace gates, the crowd pleaded.
The Image Jade Token is still being broadcast live, allowing people across the country to see the tragic state of the Imperial City, the horror of Longqie, and Zhang Yu's inaction in the face of death.
In Qingyan Prefecture of Dongsheng Kingdom, a white-haired Confucian scholar pointed towards the imperial palace in the image and shouted angrily:
Sheng Yu.
You have unleashed the Demon Grotto; you deserve a thousand deaths.
To stand by and watch someone die is both heartless and unjust.
If you have the integrity of your Ancestors, you should open the gates to save people and reseal the Demon Grotto.
Zhang Yu's gaze fell on the Great Confucian in the image, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"You're in Qingyan Prefecture, aren't you?" he asked softly.
The Great Confucian was taken aback. "What do you mean?"
You'll find out soon enough.
Before Zhang Yu finished speaking, the world around Qingyan Prefecture suddenly changed color.
A Scarlet Folding Fan shot into the sky, heading straight for the Imperial City.
At the same time, the earth undulated like waves, and a huge crack appeared out of nowhere, its bottom unseen. Devil Qi shot into the sky from the crack like a fountain!
"Demon Grotto! It's Demon Grotto!!"
The Great Confucian and the people of Qingyan Prefecture screamed in terror.
They watched helplessly as their homes were devoured by Devil Qi, and as their loved ones and neighbors were ensnared by Devil Qi, turning into withered bones in agony.
"Zhang Yu, you are utterly depraved, you deserve to die a horrible death!!"
Curses rose and fell, but all they received in response was increasing Devil Qi and ever-growing wails.
A moment later, the folding fan that triggered the catastrophe pierced the sky at lightning speed and landed in Zhang Yu's hand.
"The Qiankun Fan? Got it."
Zhang Yu gripped the folding fan tightly, integrating it into the Spell Formation he had set up.
At this moment, his Grand Formation already possessed two divine Divine Weapon, the Azure Cloud Sword and the Qiankun Fan, whose power was sufficient to slay Immortal.
Longqie watched as the Qiankun Fan in Zhang Yu's hand slowly closed. The Runes flowing on the fan surface gradually dimmed, and the powerful aura that suppressed the Demon Grotto also subsided.
A barely perceptible glint flashed in his dark pupils as he looked the seemingly young man up and down with great interest.
"Did you break the seal?"
Longqie's voice was deep and resonant, carrying the authority that came with years of battlefield experience.
Zhang Yu had long heard of the formidable reputation of this fierce general of Western Chu, and he actually had a lot of questions he wanted to find out.
But reason told him that facing the spirit of such a once-mighty general, the slightest mistake could lead to his own death.
He could only suppress his excitement and cautiously speak through telepathy:
"You... are you really Longqie, a subordinate of Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu?"
"Oh?"
Longqie raised a thick eyebrow, a hint of genuine surprise flashing in his eyes.
He looked around; this was no longer the era he was familiar with.
Time has passed, and the world has changed. This young man seems familiar... I've heard his name before?
"In this world, is there still anyone who recognizes my name Longqie Ju?"
At this moment, Longqie developed an unprecedented interest in this mysterious young man.
"General, your name is renowned far and wide, and I have long admired your bravery and prowess."
Zhang Yu's words were by no means polite. He had studied history since childhood and genuinely admired that hero who possessed unparalleled strength and spirit.
"Haha, well said!"
Longqie laughed loudly, his eyes blazing with fierce fighting spirit:
"My king possesses unparalleled divine strength and Divine Abilities, and should be revered for all eternity."
Unfortunately, during the great battle against the Extraterrestrial Gods and Devils, he was betrayed by Three Realms Traitor and perished in the turmoil.
Before his laughter subsided, his Soul Power surged, and the rusty ancient sword at his waist suddenly emitted a ghostly light, transforming into a streak of light that rushed straight toward the distant Imperial City, as if to investigate further.
However, the sword light had only flown a few feet when it seemed to hit an invisible wall, and was forcefully blocked by a sharp Sword Qi.
"Snort!"
Longqie let out a muffled groan, his body slightly pausing, and the ancient sword wailed.
He gritted his teeth inwardly, filled with frustration:
"Damn it, my Soul Body now weak, and my strength is less than one-tenth of what it used to be."
What's even more infuriating is that my Physical Body was already destroyed; otherwise, how could I have failed to break through this obstructive Sword Qi?
After being blocked, he suddenly turned his head, his sharp gaze locking onto Zhang Yu once more, murderous intent flashing within him:
"You not only know the illustrious name of my king, but you also know me, Longqie."
Who exactly are you?
Zhang Yu was taken aback by the question, and was about to say that he knew it from his history textbook.
But the Xiang Yu that Longqie Qie spoke of fought against Extraterrestrial Gods and Devils, and was betrayed by some Three Realms Traitor.
This is completely different from what he learned in his history books.
Such achievements far exceed the framework of historical records, and are more like another legend buried by time.
Zhang Yu became increasingly confused, feeling as if he had been swept into a giant vortex.
Seeing his silence, Longqie's eyes flashed with cold light, and his Killing Intent suddenly surged.
"Since you refuse to talk, then die."
He whispered, the ancient sword humming, its Soul Power surging like a tide, "Once I devour your soul, I will naturally know everything."
Before he finished speaking, his figure blurred, and the Battle Soul Ancient Sword erupted with a dazzling ghostly light, transforming into a sharp arrow that Rift Cleave and shot straight towards the Imperial City.
This time, he was no longer charging forward alone.
With a thought, countless War Souls surged forth, charging forward with him like a black tide.
The overwhelming Killing Intent caused the entire Imperial City's City-Guarding Formation to tremble, and the air seemed to be distorted by the raging flames of the War Souls.