The Life-Claiming Yama, One Man Chasing Down a Thousand!

Seeing Zhao Cheng actually charging at a hundred soldiers with sword in hand, the County Commandant burst into laughter, dismissing him as nothing more than a reckless brute with brawn but no brain.

But soon, the County Commandant's smile gradually froze on his face.

He watched as that fierce man hacked his way into the formation, instantly kicking up sprays of blood; the sharpness of his charge was like an awl piercing through a bag!

In the blink of an eye, he had surged forward more than ten yards, leaving a trail of blood in his wake that dyed a vast area crimson.

His movements were simple and direct, yet incredibly sharp and efficient.

Every action was extremely crisp, using the smallest range of motion to either slit a throat or pierce a vital point.

Each minute movement brought about ultimate lethality, effortlessly claiming a life.

Wherever he passed, countless heads flew into the air, and as blood spurted, a large number of soldiers fell like wheat being harvested.

Wave after wave of soldiers rushed up to collide with him, only to be split in two instantly, as if withered grass falling upon a blade.

His sword landed on the soldiers' armor as if slicing through tofu, cutting in and carving them open with ease!

Yet when the soldiers' blades landed on Zhao Cheng, they seemed to be blocked by a film of energy; his skin merely indented slightly, and the blades were deflected, unable to cause any injury at all.

Amidst such a slaughter, Zhao Cheng's movements became increasingly simple, his offensive grew ever sharper, and his killing speed accelerated.

Behind him, countless corpses had already fallen, and he had carved his way back and forth through the hundred-man formation several times.

In front of him, a large number of soldiers turned pale, as if seeing a demon, shrinking back in fear.

Some even dropped their weapons and turned to flee.

"He can't be killed, this man simply cannot be killed!"

"If this continues, we'll all die here!"

"A demon! A monster!"

"Run!"

Zhao Cheng clearly felt himself entering a certain state; his swordsmanship grew sharper, and his movements became more agile!

Seeing these soldiers attempting to flee, he had no intention of letting them go, giving chase with sword in hand.

Thus, a scene unfolded in front of the government office: dozens of soldiers fleeing in panic, with one man chasing them down fiercely, sword raised!

How fast was Zhao Cheng? Not even a tiger descending a mountain could describe the ferocity of his momentum; how could these ordinary soldiers outrun him?

One miserable cry after another echoed incessantly behind him, the scent of death closing in frantically, terrifying everyone to the point of shattering their courage!

Even the County Commandant's expression changed drastically, and he turned to run!

So much for having brawn but no brain—when one's prowess reached such a level, whether or not he had a plan no longer mattered.

If he didn't run now, he would lose his life here too!

"Where do you think you're going!"

Seeing the County Commandant fleeing, Zhao Cheng abandoned the scattered soldiers and headed straight for the official.

His internal Origin Energy surged, and with an explosion of energy from his calves, he covered twenty to thirty yards in a few strides, appearing directly behind the County Commandant.

The County Commandant was terrified out of his wits!

He had never seen anyone move with such terrifying speed; before he could even turn to counterattack, his head was instantly sent flying.

In the distance, shouts and the glow of torches were constantly drawing nearer.

Zhao Cheng grinned, unhurriedly picking up a new weapon—a bow and arrows—from the ground before stepping into the government office.

As he walked, he practiced slow, deep breathing.

As a vast amount of Heaven and Earth Origin Energy merged into his body, the minor physical exertion he had endured was instantly replenished.

His internal energy was boundless, bringing with it the power of a vast ocean.

Even after such intense slaughter, his condition remained terrifyingly good.

Zhao Cheng checked the system.

[Current Remaining Lifespan: 4385 years]

"Killing until now, I've reaped about two thousand five hundred years of life."

"It's a pity the killing sword technique is still lacking a bit; it hasn't even reached the entry level yet."

"No matter, there is still time, no need to rush."

Zhao Cheng strolled leisurely to the storage area. After the recent battle, not even a guard could be seen here; it was quiet, empty, and desolate.

He opened the granary to take a look. "Not much grain left. Based on the situation of the garrison in the city, if they scrimp and save, they can last at most another seven or eight days."

After a moment of thought, he ultimately decided not to set fire to the grain.

If the city fell tomorrow, this grain would be his own; if he burned it now, wouldn't he be burning his own supplies?

Instead, he ran to the main administrative hall of the government office and set it ablaze.

In the center of Ye City, amidst the night, a massive fire erupted, black smoke billowing into the sky, drawing the attention of everyone even on the four city walls.

Han Jiang rushed to the edge of the wall, his eyes wide, staring fixedly at the burning government office in the city, his rage surging so intensely he nearly vomited blood!

"Grain!! The military grain!!"

"How could the government office catch fire?"

"That trash Du Shuang! Not only did he fail to capture the Qin Army spy, he actually let the spy break into the government office to set fire to the grain!?"

He was consumed by rage, biting his lip until it bled without even realizing it.

"Mobilize the troops!! Surround the city for me, find that spy, and kill him!!"

"Kill him!!"

His deputy immediately led the troops out, and a massive force surged from the camp below the city, heading straight for the government office.

Seen from afar, they looked like a long dragon, numbering at least two or three thousand.

Outside the government office, Du Shuang was so anxious he was nearly wetting himself.

"What is to be done!?"

"The County Commandant might be dead, but the emergency grain is still inside..."

After tossing and turning for half the night and mobilizing so many troops, it was one thing to fail to surround the Qin Army spy, but to actually let him break into the government office was another!

The entire city's emergency grain supply was in that office. The grain was already scarce; if it were burned by that Qin Army spy, everything would be finished!

"Charge in and find the enemy spy!"

He issued the order, but his men dawdled, showing no initiative at all.

Joking aside, with fifty or sixty corpses lying outside the government office and the rumors circulating in the city, who dared to provoke that god of slaughter?

Du Shuang was furious. "He has been fighting for half the night; he is at the end of his rope! Whoever goes in and wounds him will be promoted one rank and rewarded with a hundred gold!

Whoever can kill him will be promoted three ranks, rewarded with a thousand gold, and granted a thousand acres of land!"

Under heavy rewards, there must be brave men.

No one wanted to risk their lives for nothing, but with such massive benefits, there were those willing to gamble with their heads.

One man screamed and charged in, and the others, fearing their credit would be stolen, immediately followed suit.

As a result, the group had barely rushed into the government office before they saw no sign of the credit, only eating several arrows and losing their lives.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A dozen men fell one after another. The soldiers who had been screaming to charge suddenly felt their legs go weak. Unwilling to enter, they blocked the entrance and paced back and forth.

"Idiots! Go to the sides and climb the walls! Go through the side gate in the back! He is guarding the main entrance alone; can he really guard every direction?"

The soldiers thought this made sense.

They swarmed toward the sides and the rear of the government office, some climbing walls, some using the side gate, and others crawling through dog holes, pouring into the interior.

Suddenly, enemy soldiers were attacking from all directions.

Inside the government office, Zhao Cheng had pulled up a chair and sat cross-legged, lounging elegantly atop the burning high platform of the county office.

He drew his heavy bow casually, firing shot after shot.

Every arrow that flew took an enemy's life.

[You have killed an enemy, plundering thirteen years of lifespan!]

[You have killed an enemy, plundering eleven years of lifespan!]

[You have killed an enemy, plundering twenty-two years of lifespan!]

Watching the remaining lifespan in his system continuously rise, a pleasant smile appeared on Zhao Cheng's heroic face, looking eerie against the backdrop of blood and fire.

Everyone fortunate enough to see his smile felt a sense of extreme terror rise in their hearts.

In the instant that terror took hold, the tip of Zhao Cheng's arrow followed, a precise shot sealing their throats and harvesting their lives.

As the attacks came from all sides, more Han Army soldiers flooded into the government office, but the sound of the bowstring from within grew increasingly dense.

The rhythm was coherent, compact, and methodical, sending chills through Du Shuang's heart and giving him a very bad premonition.

Sure enough, within the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, the Han Army retreated like a receding tide, returning to the front of Du Shuang's position.

Someone said with a pale face, "My lord, we... we cannot get in!"

"All the brothers who went inside are dead..."

Du Shuang was so angry he cursed, but he was helpless.

Never mind the soldiers; even he felt a chill running through his entire body.

This person was simply too demonic. After such a fierce battle for half the night, he hadn't even seen what the man looked like, yet hundreds of his men were already dead!

But the fire inside was still burning!

This wasn't just burning the government office; it was roasting him alive!

Du Shuang gritted his teeth, knowing that if he didn't stop this now, even if he didn't die today, he wouldn't survive once he returned.

He let out a thunderous roar, taking the lead as he charged inside, "This General refuses to believe it! Attack again, follow me and slaughter our way in!"

Though he had steeled himself for a desperate gamble, he still shoved a soldier in front of him, hiding behind the man as he charged toward the interior.

However, the moment he stepped through the gates of the government office, a sharp whistle cut through the air, and a chill struck his throat!

Du Shuang wiped his throat in astonishment, his hand coming away covered in fresh blood. He looked down to see that the arrow had pierced through the neck of the man in front, continuing on to penetrate his own windpipe!

"Urgh..."

He tried to speak, but only blood spilled from his mouth. His strength ebbed away like a receding tide, and within moments, he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

The soldiers behind, who had only charged halfway, saw this and immediately retreated.

The soldiers looked at one another in dismay until, finally, someone dropped their weapon, and the entire group broke into a panicked rout.

"Lord Du is dead! The god of slaughter is coming out, run for your lives!"

A thousand soldiers fled toward the rear.

Inside, Zhao Cheng heard the commotion and was stunned.

"Wait, why are they running?"

"The melee hasn't even started yet; how can they just run?"

He could no longer bother with sitting, so he stood up and gave chase toward the outside.

He wove through the city, pursuing them in the dead of night.

Like a soul-reaping Yama, he clung to the heels of the enemy army, harvesting lives without pause.

Screams rang out incessantly from behind, and many of the soldiers fleeing for their lives were so terrified they wet their pants.

This Sha, why won't he even let them run!

To think he was hunting down a thousand men all by himself?

He wasn't leaving them any path to survival!