147: Chapter 147 The First Strike: An Army Slaughtered, Traitor Beheaded

"Arrogant to the extreme!"

Commander-in-Chief Wei Zheng was the first to break free from the impact of that world-destroying will. After the extreme shock came a towering rage, born from being humiliated in public and completely ignored!

He, the Chief Commander of the Demon Suppression Division, had wielded power over the court and strategized for decades. He considered himself the man of destiny, destined to set things right and usher in a new Dynasty!

When had he ever been humiliated to his face like this, treated as if he were nothing?!

Furthermore, the opponent was merely a stray dog he had used as a pawn to keep Emperor Xia in check, someone he had already calculated to be dead to rights!

This was simply the greatest stain on his glorious life!

"Lin Feng! Who do you think you are?!"

Commander-in-Chief Wei Zheng roared, his voice like thunder. The command sword in his hand, engraved with the words "Obeying Heaven to Pacify the Troubles," pointed toward the Nine Heavens.

The terrifying aura belonging to the Peak of the ninth level of the Martial Extremity Realm erupted like a volcano, sweeping out without reservation!

The tens of thousands of troops behind him seemed to sense their commander's rage, and they all let out a shout in unison. That iron-blooded Evil Qi soared into the sky once more, echoing Commander-in-Chief Wei Zheng's aura, vaguely forming a massive black tiger made of Evil Qi that roared silently at Lin Feng in the sky.

"You are merely a pawn I used to keep that Mad Dog, Xia Yuan, in check!"

Commander-in-Chief Wei Zheng's face was filled with ferocity and disdain, "Now that the overall situation is settled, you, this discarded piece, should have the awareness of a discarded piece! Considering you had some minor merit previously, now, immediately, at once, kneel before me! Hand over everything you obtained from the Demon Suppressing Tower, and I might show mercy, spare your dog's life, and let you be a begging dog under my command!"

In his eyes, Lin Feng's appearance at this moment was nothing more than a desperate, final act of madness.

What he needed to do was suppress him publicly with the force of a thunderbolt and trample him underfoot!

This was to prove to the people of the world, to that madman in the Imperial City, and to the rat lurking in the shadows.

Who was the ultimate, sole winner of this chess game!

"Noisy."

However, facing Commander-in-Chief Wei Zheng's exasperated roar, Lin Feng's response remained those two words, cold and impatient.

As if saying one more word would be an insult to himself.

He didn't even bother to glance at Commander-in-Chief Wei Zheng below again; he simply raised the rusty iron sword in his hand slowly.

Then, against the tens of thousands of rebel troops below, and Commander-in-Chief Wei Zheng, who was still immersed in his own pipe dream of "controlling everything," he slashed down with the sword casually!

There were no flashy sword moves, no gorgeous special effects, not even a trace of Sword Qi.

The movement was simple and unadorned, just like a farmer swinging a hoe or a woodcutter chopping firewood.

"Not good! All troops, be on guard! Form the Ten Thousand Army Breaking Formation Domain!"

But the moment Lin Feng raised his sword, alarm bells rang in Commander-in-Chief Wei Zheng's heart! A terrifying Killing Intent, strong enough to freeze the Soul and make the hair on his body stand on end, instantly enveloped him completely! He didn't even have time to ponder the mysteries of the opponent's sword strike before he fully unleashed his Domain, which had already reached Perfection!

"Roar!!!"

Following his order, the iron-blooded Evil Qi of the tens of thousands of troops behind him seemed to be summoned by some mysterious power, turning into visible torrents of blood-colored energy that surged crazily into his Domain!

In an instant, a terrifying Domain filled with the sounds of battle and mountains of corpses and seas of blood descended with a boom! Within this Domain, Commander-in-Chief Wei Zheng's figure grew infinitely, as if he had become an Incarnation of an ancient war god commanding thousands of armies! He was confident that within this Domain, he was an invincible existence! With a single thought, he could mobilize the power of ten thousand armies to crush any invading enemy!

This was his trump card for survival, and his ultimate hole card for daring to launch a mutiny! He was confident that even if a true Martial Saint were present, they would not be able to break it easily!

However...

In front of Lin Feng's simple and unadorned sword strike.

All of this was futile and laughable.

"Dragon-Slaying Sword Canon..."

"One Sword, Buries Immortals!"

[Ding! Triggered 20,000x critical hit multiplier!]

Chirr—!!!

A blood-colored sword light, indescribable in words, impossible to capture with the eyes, as if capable of splitting this world, this space-time, and this Karma Law in two, slashed down from the Nine Heavens with a roar!

That sword light was not a physical entity, but a manifestation of the "Dao"! It was the ultimate expression of an indomitable will that severs all Origin!

Commander-in-Chief Wei Zheng's "Ten Thousand Army Breaking Formation Domain," which was sufficient to withstand thousands of armies and even contend with a Martial Saint, was as fragile as a huge joke in front of this conceptual sword light!

It could not even muster the slightest bit of resistance; it did not even ripple. Like snow under the sun, or butter sliced by a hot knife, it was silently and effortlessly split in two from the center line!

"No!!!"

Commander-in-Chief Wei Zheng let out the most shrill and desperate scream of his life.

He watched helplessly as that blood-colored sword light ignored his Domain, pierced through his proud body-protecting divine technique, and tore through his "Xiezhi" treasure armor, which was forged from ten-thousand-year black iron...

In the end, it skewered him and the tens of thousands of rebel troops behind him—who had not even had the chance to let out a shout and still maintained the expressions of charging on their faces—like candied haws.

Puchi!

The sword light flashed past and disappeared into the horizon.

All of Commander-in-Chief Wei Zheng's movements, thoughts, and expressions came to an abrupt halt at this moment.

He lowered his head with difficulty, looking at the blood line that started from between his eyebrows, ran through his entire body, and extended to the edge of the earth. It was as thin as a hair but bottomless, as if connected to the Nine Hells. His eyes were filled with confusion and incomprehension.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

This was the last sentence he left in this world.

The moment his voice fell, his body, starting from between his eyebrows, along with his powerful Divine Soul, was completely annihilated from the level of the Origin by that overbearing and peerless Sword Intent, turning into dust filling the sky!

And the tens of thousands of troops behind him, like sand sculptures weathered for billions of years, maintained various postures as they silently turned into dust filling the sky and drifted away with the wind.

A gentle breeze blew, and everything vanished like smoke.

It was as if those tens of thousands of troops and that ambitious Commander-in-Chief Wei Zheng had never appeared in this world.

One sword, and the world is cleared!

[Ding! Successfully killed Commander-in-Chief Wei Zheng at the Peak of the ninth level of the Martial Extremity Realm!]

[Ding! critical hit multiplier increased to 20,100x! Obtained 300 million critical hit points!]

[Ding! Successfully killed 36,721 rebel soldiers!]

[Ding! critical hit multiplier increased to 2,500x! Obtained 3.7 billion critical hit points!]

Commander-in-Chief Wei Zheng, along with his tens of thousands of rebel troops that were enough to overthrow a Dynasty and filled the entire square, were annihilated under Lin Feng's understated sword strike.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no tragic wailing, only a silence so strange it was suffocating.

It was as if those tens of thousands of iron-clad elites, that soaring smoke of war and Killing Intent, were just a void dream. Now, as the wind blew, it dissipated.

The square was empty, leaving only a thick, fine layer of black dust, witnessing the existence of those tens of thousands of living beings just moments ago.

This terrifying scene, like the arrival of a miracle or a demon god destroying the world, completely shattered the psychological defenses of all the survivors present.

At the top of the Imperial City, those Imperial Guards, eunuchs, and palace maids who had luckily survived all collapsed to the ground, soiling themselves, not daring to make a single sound, as if taking another breath would be a desecration of that hemp-clad demon god.

And Emperor Xia, located beside the Dragon Throne, his face twisted by extreme rage, was now completely frozen.

He stared blankly below, and in his murky Dragon eyes, there was first extreme confusion, followed by absurdity.

Finally, it turned into a trace of fear that came from the depths of his Soul, one that even he himself was unwilling to admit!

His rival, of whom he was so proud, the one who had fought openly and secretly with him for a lifetime, the one he regarded as his greatest threat, for whom he was even willing to use his final trump card to perish together... was just gone like that?

Along with those tens of thousands of troops, wiped out by a single sword strike from a junior whom he had never truly taken seriously, and whom he had even regarded as a "vessel" and a "pawn"?

What kind of power is this?

Martial Saint?

No!

It has already exceeded the scope of the Martial Dao!

This is... the power of Immortals and Gods!