The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins

Previously, Hong Jila mocked [Da Zhen] for having no one, relying on a youth of sixteen or seventeen to hold the stage.

However, now, when facing the legendary Duke Yu, he realized that the opponent was ten thousand times more terrifying than the intelligence had suggested!

With just one round of attacks, his army was nearly driven to collapse, suffering heavy losses!

He couldn't understand why the opponent possessed such world-destroying power?

Even if one started cultivation from the mother's womb, it wouldn't be possible to reach this level, right?

As one of the world's top Heavenly Destiny People, Hong Jila prided himself on having an unparalleled growth rate, but at this moment, facing the [Da Zhen] youth over a decade younger than him, he felt a sense of powerlessness and confusion.

He's only seventeen!

Immediately, Hong Jila's eyes turned fierce, filled with endless killing intent.

Such a once-in-a-millennium prodigious youth must be eliminated, or he will become an immense threat to the Empire for centuries to come!

Boom~

With a raised hand, an arrow wrapped in divine blazing light shot like a white rainbow catching the sun, instantly appearing in front of Zhu Haomiao's face.

[Gale Force·Spirit Rhinoceros]!

A mysterious spirit light blossomed between his brows, and the black-clad youth instinctively tilted his head as the destructive golden line brushed past his ear, igniting brilliant sparks against the Protective Gang Qi.

Yet, in the next second, countless arrows rained down, sealing off a radius of over ten meters around Zhu Haomiao, even the arrows that flew past him curved back to shoot at his back.

"Tsk~"

Noticing the inescapable arrows, Zhu Haomiao smirked, True Qi erupting from his body like a volcano.

Buzz~

Fleeting energy condensed and collapsed, forming a semi-transparent crystalline wall visible to the naked eye, enveloping the youth like an eggshell.

[Heavenly Gang Strength·Imprisonment Formation]!

Boom!

The sky-filled arrows collided with the semi-transparent crystalline wall, erupting with destructive force, blossoming a miniature golden sun in the sky.

However, as the blinding divine light subsided, the unharmed black-clad youth reappeared in Hong Jila's view, a translucent treasure sword hovering beside him, resonating with a high-frequency humming.

Locking eyes, the black-clad youth raised his hand, holding the treasure sword in an imaginary grip, while a sinister smile crept up his lips.

"Come, let's duel head-on."

Before he could comprehend Li Lin's inexplicable words, a chilling anxiety gripped Hong Jila's mind.

The Heavenly Destiny and Spirituality warned him, cautioning that the seemingly charming and harmless youth was brewing a threat lethal enough to kill him!

With a face like still water, Hong Jila drew the golden saber from his waist, calling upon the Power of Heaven and Earth, as a vast and majestic golden divine light filled his eyes.

On the other hand, catching a glimpse of the golden saber in Hong Jila's hand, realizing it's a True Object imbued with national fate and Divine Power, Zhu Haomiao's mind raced, yet his hands never paused.

With a wave of his hand, the treasure sword brewed to its peak instantly vanished, condensing into a streak of fierce light, appearing in front of Hong Jila.

His pupils shrank to pin-sized, Hong Jila's Spirit resonated, as his body exceeded his consciousness, following a mysterious guidance to deliver a profound and exquisite slash.

Clang~

The blade met the sword precisely at the point, a brief stalemate before a light more dazzling than the sun exploded in mid-air.

Boom!

The next second, an expanding shockwave swept across the land, adding new scars to the already battered camp.

"Mother of mine!"

In the midst of helpless cries, countless centaurs who couldn't escape were swept into the energy ripple, shredded by the Power of Destruction mixed with divine Gang Qi, like snowflakes blown into the sky.

In an instant, a scarlet blood rain poured down over several kilometers, with "raindrops" mixed with fragments of visceral organs pattering on the ground, staining the scorched earth with a layer of crimson and stickiness.

Beyond the battlefield, numerous robed monks watched dumbfounded, their eyes glazed over.

"Are all transcendent beings from China monsters?"

"No wonder they're called Asura King by the Heavenly Lord, truly terrifying!"

...

Amidst the murmuring whispers, someone soon reacted, snorting coldly.

"Humph, we must get serious too, otherwise China will overtake us!"

These words immediately resonated with everyone else.

"Exactly, look at them, although not as talented as us, they still reached such heights through effort!"

"Our youth just refuse to endure hardship, as soon as they die a few times, they become lazy...no ambition at all!"

"Yes, even when asked to find a True Object, they drag their feet, not the least bit proactive!"

"Even when given opportunities, they're useless, truly worthless!"

"Sigh, a bunch of peasants, like mud that can't stick to the walls!"

Amidst the sighs of disappointment, one person returned their gaze from the center of the battlefield, hesitantly speaking.

"With the Asura King appearing on the battlefield, this place might not be safe anymore, should we retreat?"

"Agreed."

"What about those peasants?"

"Let them continue attacking from all directions, distract the opponent's forces, and by the way, search for any True Object."

"Exactly, with so many peasants, even the Asura King can't kill them all in a short time, it's perfect for squeezing out their last bit of value."

...

On the other side, completely unaware of the rebellious discourse outside the battlefield, Zhu Haomiao gazed at the swirling and swelling mushroom cloud, fixated on the faint outlines within.

As the dust settled, at the center of a radial crater over a hundred meters in diameter, the tall and sturdy Hong Jila knelt on four hooves, steam rising from his body like mist, supporting himself with a golden saber in one hand, while the other clutched his chest tightly.

Gold-tinted blood seeped from between his fingers at his heart, nearly dyeing his entire chest red.

"Seems that killing the Yue King isn't without a price, the old guy fought with vigor till the end..."

Noticing the familiar divinity lingering on the enemy's wound, Zhu Haomiao sighed with a hint of emotional mixed sadness.

His clothing billowed, like a black cloud drifting overhead Hong Jila, the black-clad youth raised his palm, spreading his fingers, as a savage and twisted divinity condensed in his palm, manifesting into the Profound Black Eight-sided Han Sword.

Swish~

As the sword light shot forth, at the critical moment, Hong Jila swung the golden blade once more, but just as he was about to strike the sword's edge, his vision blurred.

The slash destined to succeed met nothing, and Hong Jila only felt a chill in his abdomen, stiffly lowering his head to see a fist-sized cavity in his chest and stomach.

The gruesome and horrific penetrating gap exposing blood and viscera directly to the air, even allowing a view of the scene behind through the gap!

In mid-air, the majestic and slender eight-sided Han Sword had somehow returned to Zhu Haomiao's hand, the flowing golden blood pearl on the blade was absorbed into the sword like a living being, evoking a barely detectable joyful hum.

[Dexterity]+20

Feeling the temporarily stolen power merge into his spirit and body, Zhu Haomiao closed his eyes in ecstasy.