179: Take me home

The massive operation immediately caught the attention of the Sharp Blades.

"Stop right there!"

"Just lie down, stop your yapping!"

Shouting broke out among the crowd as they charged straight forward.

The Formation formed by the Sharp Blades was called the Tiangang Disha Zhou Tian Demon-Slaying Formation. It was anchored by 108 veteran Sharp Blades, while the others filled the gaps.

This Formation was incredibly powerful, especially after being refined by the Spirit Formation Grandmaster Zhou Qi.

Standing over eighty meters away, Hong Yuantai watched the black-clad men charging. Even after experiencing no fewer than a hundred thousand battles, he felt his blood boiling as he channeled his magic power into the Formation lines.

With his strength, he sat firmly in the rear, while the Level 90 powerhouse Meng Fei stood on the front line.

"Mere rats, I can crush you with a single finger."

As Meng Fei spoke, he drew out the magic power gathered in the Formation, and a terrifying pillar of light shot out.

Fuck!

Everyone cursed and scrambled to dodge. Those with weaker spiritual senses or slower speeds were hit directly by the light pillar; over twenty professionals were killed instantly.

"Haha, mere rabble!"

Meng Fei laughed heartily, continuing to gather magic power and firing another pillar of light, turning another group of professionals to ash.

"Scram! This old man's Formation is primarily meant for killing monsters."

The black-clad men didn't panic at all. They split into thirty-two groups and attacked from other directions.

Death rays also appeared in other areas. Anyone hit by them had almost no power to resist and was turned to ash.

After more than ten death rays, the assassins had lost over a hundred people, but they continued to charge forward like mindless monsters.

"You'd rather die being dogs for the monsters? Then go to hell!"

Meng Fei gathered magic power once more. This time, the pillar of death he condensed was twice as wide as before.

Even so, it only triggered 50% of the Formation's power.

Sizzle... Black smoke suddenly wafted from the Formation lines, and they began to burn.

"Is there a problem with the Formation lines?"

"No, the lines were personally inscribed by our brothers, and I checked them three times. Is it a problem with the Formation Materials?"

"That is..."

Meng Fei looked toward the Imperial Palace in horror. He truly couldn't think of a reason why that person would do this.

Black smoke enveloped everyone. Meng Fei took a breath and immediately felt light-headed, a red buff appearing over his head.

[Sleep]

"As expected, there's a problem with the Materials!"

Meng Fei gritted his teeth in anger. Just as he was about to activate the backup temporary Formation Flag, an extreme sense of drowsiness washed over him. In a daze, he saw a figure leap out of his own shadow and swiftly plunge a blade into his heart.

"It's over!"

In the final moment before losing consciousness, he saw several of his old friends falling beside him, some even having their heads severed... on the live stream.

Xu Le watched Liu Rufeng wash his hands for a full ten minutes. Just as he felt the hands could be taken home and braised, the man finally finished and began to dry them with a white cloth.

For some reason, he vaguely felt that Liu Rufeng had changed.

If he was a charitable old man before, he was now a chilling, precious sword, sharp and capable of rending the heavens.

Incense was lit!

Amidst the faint smoke, Liu Rufeng spoke.

"A sword honed for sixty-eight years, its frosted blade slays all demons. While the Dao is a foot high, the demon is a fathom high."

"Since I was eighteen, I joined the Sharp Blades, vowing to become a Sharp Blade of the Human Race and slay all demons."

"In sixty-eight years, not only have the demons not been wiped out, but we have lost two cities."

"I often ask myself, is it because I am not hardworking enough? Do we humans not deserve to live on this land..."

Liu Rufeng's words were powerful and resonant. Though not overly poetic, every sentence pierced the heart, making the viewers' thoughts fly with him as they reflected on the current situation.

Especially those in combat classes; they entered and exited the Fallen Zones, dealing with death time and again. Naturally, they knew the cruelty of the monsters, and for a moment, their eyes blurred with tears as they sobbed.

Who says warriors bleed but don't weep? It's just that they haven't reached the point of heartbreak... The Emperor's brow furrowed, his face dark as water: "That old dog, still howling madly on the brink of death. His heart deserves punishment, his heart deserves punishment!"

The owner of the shrill voice knew what the Emperor meant. This was equivalent to slapping the Emperor's face—wasn't it implying the Emperor hadn't protected the people well? A true master of Yin and Yang sarcasm!

"Urge those three to hurry up. I want that old dog dead, dead, dead!"

"Your Majesty, the three have broken the grand Formation and are about to enter the Ascension Platform."

"Good, good, good!"

The Emperor was overjoyed; he didn't want to hear Liu Rufeng's rambling for another second... Just as Liu Rufeng's speech reached its lowest point, his tone shifted.

"Our ancestors took millions of years to become overlords. When it's our turn, we won't be wiped out by mere monsters."

"I have a sword that can split mountains, overturn seas, slay demons, and subdue monsters."

"I have a sword that can rend the heavens and wipe out all monsters."

"I have a sword that can help me break the shackles of my race and ascend to immortality to attain the Dao."

"I have a sword..."

Liu Rufeng spoke with passion, drawing his precious sword and pointing it straight at the sky. A pale white light gathered on the blade.

It started as a faint white glow, but then the light became clear and bright, condensing into substance. Gradually, it began to emit a dazzling radiance that, combined with his stirring words, could almost rival the sun.

The Thousand-Year Fish and the contracted beasts watched the live stream with Xu Le. It had always maintained a lofty and disdainful appearance, but now it was finally moved.

"This kinsman of yours is very strong. By gathering the faith of all living beings onto his sword, it's truly possible he could break through the shackles and become a Sword Immortal."

Hearing the word 'faith,' Xu Le vaguely realized that the Serpent Mother and the beings in the Xiaoyao Realm seemed to care deeply about faith.

Even the Thousand-Year Fish had helped him by abducting thousands of villagers and placing them in the space. If it were purely out of kindness, it didn't seem likely. Could it be helping me collect faith in advance?

Just as he was about to ask, a change occurred on the scene. Three people covered in blood rushed into the live stream.

The three specifically looked up at the camera with a sinister smile.

"Heavens Punishment, Earths Punishment, Mans Punishment—we ask the gentleman to go to his death!"

Boom!

That single sentence sent shockwaves through the world.

Almost everyone watching the live stream knew that the best assassins in the world were in the Shadow Pavilion. Within the Shadow Pavilion, there were five great assassins known as the strongest under heaven.

With "Heaven, Earth, and Man," the three strongest assassins in the world, making a move, who could possibly withstand them?

Those who knew the inside story gasped even harder, knowing that all three were Demi-God rank experts.

Liu Rufeng was known as the number one person under heaven, but that was only in comparison to other humans. Compared to Demi-Gods—well, nobody would even make that comparison.

How can a human defeat a god?

Countless people watching the live stream wished they could reach through the network cables, grab the three, and execute them a hundred billion times!

"Traitors!"

"Human scum!"

"I've never heard of such shameless people in this world!"

"..."

Xu Le didn't want to go through the network cables. He looked at the Thousand-Year Fish: "Great Emperor, send me home!"