Hell Girl

Clang!

A clear, ringing sword cry tore through the oppressive darkness.

There were no elaborate moves—only a flash of silver so swift it surpassed the limits of vision.

Boom!

Crack! Crack!

Splurt! Splurt!

Wherever the sword light passed, iron cages shattered, blood sprayed in every direction, heads exploded, brains flew, and even the carpet of human skin was shredded into fragments that filled the air by the Sword Qi.

That streak of sword light was like silver lightning, weaving back and forth through the horde of monsters. Every turn and sweep brought a bloody gale in its wake.

All manner of twisted, grotesque severed limbs and mangled corpses burst apart and flew like rubbish, shooting in every direction.

Even the surrounding dark-red flesh walls, pulsing and heaving, were forcibly sliced into chunks of meat scattered across the ground by the surging sword light.

Even stranger, the spacetime enclosing this street visibly rippled faintly, becoming unstable.

Having noticed this, Zhang Sanxian immediately looked around and murmured pensively, "Even spacetime has been twisted? Something is amiss."

For the moment, let us leave aside his many thoughts.

The people inside the ruined house had already been so shocked by the sight before them that they stood dumbfounded, as though turned to stone.

They stared blankly at the utterly ordinary-looking Zhang Sanxian as he slaughtered those monsters like chopping melons and vegetables—monsters that had haunted their nightmares every night and filled their bones with fear.

Their bodies could not help trembling, trembling with excitement and worship.

That invincible bearing, that presence which regarded all terror with utter indifference, was branded deep into the desperate hearts of those people.

"An—an immortal?"

The child had forgotten to cry. Staring out the window, he asked blankly, "Yes—it's an immortal." The middle-aged man was likewise stunned rigid, but