manynovel Chapter 43 Unauthorized Trespassers Die
Chapter 43 Unauthorized Trespassers Die
Chapter 43 Unauthorized Trespassers Die
"Lone Peak Sword! You've come at the perfect time!" Chi Yan suppressed his fear, trying to regain his composure, and shouted, "Hurry and join forces with us to capture this Tu Shan demoness! Her hands are stained with the blood of our human cultivators!"
"You're talking nonsense! When has my sister ever killed any of your people!" Tu Shan Ya Ya was furious, her fox ears standing up straight in anger.
Tu Shan Honghong stood silently in place. All eyes, human and demon alike, were now focused on the white-clad figure, awaiting his reaction.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi chuckled softly, a laugh devoid of any discernible emotion. He then shook his head slightly, his tone tinged with an almost pitying helplessness: "Having lived to such an old age, why still refuse to—open your eyes and face reality?"
The moment he finished speaking, before he even showed the slightest sign of raising his hand or making a thought, Chi Yan felt an indescribable, overwhelming, and terrifying force crashing down as if the entire sky were collapsing!
His magical power surged violently, and his protective aura flickered intensely, only to be extinguished in an instant, like a candle flame in a storm. His body was completely out of his control, as if he had been seized by an invisible giant hand and was plummeting rapidly from the sky!
"Bang!"
A dull thud was heard.
He slammed heavily onto the seemingly soft river surface below. Strangely, the water, which should have rippled, was now as hard as black iron and as smooth as a mirror, without even a ripple.
Chi Yan was first forced down onto the water by this invisible, downward force. Then, one of his knees could not withstand the pressure and he collapsed to his knees. Soon after, his other leg could not support him either, and he was forced to touch the ground with both knees. Finally, even his head was pressed hard against the water by the precise and tyrannical force that enveloped the space around him. He ended up with his forehead touching the ground and his limbs crawling on the ground in a sorry state.
He wanted to struggle, to roar, but he couldn't make a sound or summon any magic power. He was like an insect sealed in amber, with only humiliation and terror spreading wildly in his chest.
Quiet.
A deathly silence.
The Crimson Flame Clan Head, who was still shouting just a moment ago, was instantly suppressed to the ground like a dead dog, unable to move or even make a sound.
Everyone, including the demons, was horrified.
But this shock lasted only a moment before being replaced by an absurd sense of "it should be this way." Yes, the man before them was the peerless ruthless figure who had annihilated 100,000 demon soldiers, more than 30 demon kings, and three great demon kings with a single palm strike at the foot of Nantian City, and had even left the Demon Emperor Huandu Qingtian in a state of life or death unknown!
What is Chi Yan, who relies on the legacy of his family and the advantage of magical treasures, compared to him?
I'm afraid he doesn't even deserve to frown or lose a single hair.
"We—pay our respects to Lone Peak Sword!"
The remaining dozen or so patriarchs of powerful families dared not hesitate or hold back even for a moment. What did they care about seniority or family dignity? Faced with absolute strength and survival, they could all be cast aside. Almost instinctively and in perfect unison, they manipulated their bodies to descend to a height a full person below Zhou Yi's position, hovering respectfully at his feet.
They cupped their hands, bowed, and performed the proper etiquette.
As they took the lead in bowing down, the large group of aristocratic scions below, who had been exuding murderous intent, were initially stunned. Then, like wheat fields blown down by the wind, they all knelt down on one or both knees in the direction of the white-clad figure.
"We pay our respects to Lone Peak Sword!"
The roaring sound, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, spread far and wide, causing the water to tremble and startling the birds in the forest.
However, before the reverent call had even faded away, and before Shi Lei, the head of the Shi family, could fully straighten his bowed body, he felt a tightness all over his body as that familiar, irresistible, and terrifying pressure suddenly descended upon him!
"Bang!"
He was powerless to resist and fell like a meteorite, crashing heavily onto the water beside Chi Yan. He was also pressed down by that invisible force, kneeling on the ground, panting heavily.
The entire room was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone held their breath, not daring to even exhale, for fear that the slightest movement would attract the attention of that white-robed gaze and lead them down the same path as Chi Yan and Shi Lei.
"You two," Zhou Yi's calm voice rang out, as if inquiring about the weather, yet it sent chills down the spines of those who heard it, "do you know why I have singled out 'you two' for hospitality?"
As he finished speaking, the terrifying force pressing down on Chi Yan and Shi Lei eased slightly, though it still forced them to kneel and unable to rise, it gave them the ability to speak.
Neither of them dared to harbor any hope or argue. Under the shadow of death and absolute pressure, all their scheming and calculations were pale and powerless.
"I know—I know—" Chi Yan's voice was hoarse and trembling as he squeezed out these words through clenched teeth under pressure.
Shi Lei nodded with difficulty, his face ashen.
Zhou Yi's voice suddenly turned cold, like the unyielding ice of the Northern Territory, carrying a chilling sharpness: "If it were up to my usual temperament, you two would already be beheaded and your souls scattered! The Southern Territory has supported your families for a thousand years, granting you power and status, and this is how you repay us? Fighting amongst yourselves when external enemies are pressing in, coveting your own kind, and bullying weak demons?!"
"And you guys too—!!!"
His gaze was like lightning, sweeping over the dozen or so family heads who were bowing in mid-air, as well as the dark mass of kneeling cultivators below.
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present, regardless of their status or cultivation level, felt an immense pressure descend upon them!
The dozen or so family heads groaned, their bodies sinking as they were forcefully pressed down from the air onto the water's surface.
They were still able to stand with difficulty, but their backs were hunched, their legs were trembling, and their faces were flushed. They were obviously under great burden. Although they did not kneel down completely like the Crimson Flame Stone Fortress, they were still in a sorry state and had lost face.
The disciples below, who had been kneeling on one knee, were forced to kneel on both knees, their heads bowed. Some of the weaker disciples even had their foreheads touching the water, their posture extremely humble.
"What use are you to me?" Zhou Yi's voice echoed in everyone's ears, each word piercing their hearts. "You flaunt your power in public, but cower like turtles when faced with a strong enemy. You only know how to fight amongst yourselves and bully the weak! Even if I were to slaughter you all, this Southern Territory would be a little cleaner!"
"No—no—!" Shi Lei struggled, shouting hoarsely with all his might, his voice filled with despair and pleading, "No matter—whatever the reason, it is a fact that my Shi family failed to defend Nantian City—I—have no face to refute it—"
He was panting heavily, his words broken and fragmented, but he managed to finish: "But—Lone Peak Sword—we have already confessed our sins—we beg you—spare our lives—even if we must die—let us—die on the battlefield defending the southern border against foreign enemies—die a worthy death!"
Chi Yan also suddenly awoke, hissing, "Please—give us—a chance to sin!" He suddenly realized that if he didn't say something, the others might be spared, but he and Shi Lei were destined to die here.
"snort!"
A cold snort resounded like thunder in everyone's hearts.
"You guys are getting off easy!"
Zhou Yi's gaze, sharp as a blade, swept over all the members of the noble families present: "Get out of Tushan immediately! Take your people, each on your own, and venture deep into the Southern Kingdom to wipe out the demon king's lair! If you can't do it, don't bother coming back to see me; find a place to end it all!"
His gaze finally turned into the distance, as if piercing through thousands of mountains and rivers, landing on that flame-shrouded manor: "As for you—go back and tell Jin Renfeng."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling killing intent: "I'm going to kill him."
"Let him wait at Shenhuoshan Manor, wash his neck clean."
Having said that, he stopped looking at the trembling, amazed, and still fearful crowd before him, and casually waved his right sleeve forward.
"Now, give it all to me—"
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"roll!!!"
"boom!!!"
A vast and indescribable field of magical power, like an invisible raging sea, erupted from his center and swept outwards!
In an instant, all the figures, magical treasures, and spiritual lights in front of them, along with the huge warship, were as if they had been slapped hard by an invisible giant hand of a god. They turned into blurry streaks of light and were involuntarily sent flying away from Tushan. Amidst the shrill cries and howls, they were thrown more than a hundred miles away!
"Thump!" "Thump!" "Boom—!"
The sounds of heavy objects falling into the water, impacts, and the cracking of boats echoed across the distant river, leaving behind a scene of utter devastation.
Outside Tushan City, the clouds and mist dispersed in an instant, and the wind and waves subsided.
Only one figure in white remained, standing quietly in front of Tu Shan Hong Hong. The overwhelming momentum that had swept away thousands of troops had vanished without a trace, and he had returned to his elegant and peaceful appearance.
The entire Tushan demon race, from the Silver Moon Guardians to ordinary lesser demons, held their breath, gazing at the figure's radiant light with awe, gratitude, and disbelief.
None of the demons dared to speak.
Only the little demon Tu Shan Ya Ya released her Dharma Body and Heaven and Earth, and the azure demonic light around her slowly subsided. She rode the wind and flew to the same height as Zhou Yi. She looked up, her amber eyes filled with shock, confusion, and a hint of grievance that had been hidden.
"Nine—nine-five-two-seven—" Tu Shan Ya Ya's voice trembled slightly, without her even realizing it, "You—you really are—Lone Peak Sword?"
"Yes." Zhou Yi looked down at her, his gaze gentle, no different from usual.
"But—but the legendary Lone Peak Sword is one-armed!" She stared intently at his naturally hanging arms, as if trying to find a flaw in some illusion.
"When your cultivation reaches a certain level, it will grow." He said calmly, as if he were just saying that the weather was nice today.
"Then why did you pretend to be an ordinary person! You lied to us!" Tu Shan Ya Ya's voice suddenly rose, carrying a childlike accusation.
Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, a helpless smile playing on his lips: "Do you still remember when we first met, you asked me who I was, and what my answer was?"
Tu Shan Ya Ya was taken aback.
Memories flooded back to our first encounter by the stream—the person opened their eyes and answered calmly, "The Lone Peak Sword, the Book of Changes."
She herself laughed uproariously at the time, categorically dismissing it as a lie.
"It's your own fault for not believing it," he said gently, his gaze sweeping over the complex expression on Cui Yuling's face and the expressionless face on Tu Shan Honghong's face below. "As for them—they didn't ask."
Yes, they didn't ask, and—they couldn't see through it either. You can't expect someone to loudly proclaim "I am the Lone Peak Sword" to everyone they meet, no matter who they encounter.
Looking at the figure in front of her, Cui Yuling was filled with mixed emotions, and felt a sense of absurd unreality.
The legendary Lone Peak Sword, a peerless figure who turned the tide and whose sword pacified the southern sky, actually served as a servant in their Tushan for ten days to half a month.
Every day, she washes her hands and cooks, playing music to amuse her young children. Not only is her cultivation and combat prowess unparalleled in the world, but she also excels at even these mundane tasks—is such a person truly capable of achieving unparalleled excellence in everything she does?
"Let's get to know each other formally, King of Tushan."
Zhou Yi said no more to Ya Ya, turned to face Tu Shan Hong Hong, and solemnly clasped his hands in greeting.
"I am Zhou Yi, the Lone Peak Sword Master."
Tu Shan Hong Hong stared at him with her crimson pupils, her exquisite face remaining expressionless. She merely nodded slightly, and her clear, cold voice rang out: "Tu Shan Hong Hong greets Your Excellency."
"I have troubled you greatly these past few days." Zhou Yi straightened up, his tone regaining its calmness. "But now, it is time for me to take my leave."
"Please do as you please," Tu Shan Honghong replied crisply, without any intention of stopping her.
"You're leaving?!" Tu Shan Ya Ya, standing nearby, panicked. Forgetting about being tricked, she blurted out, "But...but there are still half a month left! Your debt isn't paid off yet!"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi couldn't help but chuckle, his smile carrying a hint of mockery: "You silly fox, the half-month you mentioned is based on the premise that I am penniless and need to pay off my debts through work."
"Then—then give me the money!" Tu Shan Ya Ya's mind worked quickly. She immediately stretched out her little hand and said confidently, "Three hundred taels—well, considering your good behavior these days, I'll give you one hundred and fifty taels!"
"Give me the money and I'll let you go!"
Zhou Yi's smile froze instantly.
Oops.
I was so focused on showing off that I forgot to make those guys "leave some money for the road".
"No way? Hehe!" Tu Shan Ya Ya keenly caught his momentary embarrassment and immediately became smug. Her eyes curved into crescents as she deliberately shouted, "The famous Lone Peak Sword is going to renege on his debt! Someone owes a debt and isn't paying it back, trying to run away!"
The clear, childlike voices rang out loudly in front of the silent city, attracting some of the bolder little demons to secretly look up.
"Hmph!" Zhou Yi snorted lightly, the embarrassment on his face quickly disappearing, replaced by arrogance. "I may not have money, but who says I can't offer anything of value to settle my debt?"
"Your Excellency, my little sister is mischievous and doesn't need to be—" Tu Shan Hong Hong said, trying to stop this childish debt collection.
However, before she could finish speaking, Zhou Yi interrupted her loudly.
"I, Zhou Yi, always keep my word. Since I promised to settle the debt with labor, I will not renege." His gaze swept across the Tu Shan territory, finally settling on a steep, solitary rock face beside the water ahead. A glint flashed in his eyes. "Consider these four words my toll!"
The moment the words left his mouth, a loud "Buzz—!" echoed.
The demons felt as if the world before them had been suddenly sliced apart by an invisible sharpness! A pure, vast, and terrifying sword intent that could annihilate everything surged into the sky from Zhou Yi's body!
There were no fancy moves, no dazzling lights.
He simply raised his hand, his fingers forming a sword shape, and made a sweeping motion in the air towards the stone wall.
One vertical line! One horizontal line!
Two simple moves.
However, the instant those two trajectories were drawn, all the onlookers, regardless of their cultivation level, felt a sense of dread deep within their souls, as if the heavens and earth were about to be cleaved apart! It was not a visual illusion, but the oppressive force of sword intent acting directly on their minds!
"laugh--!"
Two incredibly refined, invisible sword energies pierced through the air, precisely embedding themselves in the distant, iron-hard mountain wall.
The next moment, smoke and dust erupted from the stone wall, and gravel tumbled down.
As the dust settled, four colossal characters, several feet deep, powerfully written, and seemingly imbued with boundless sharpness and will, were clearly engraved on the hundred-foot-high stone wall: "Anyone who dares to trespass will die!"
Those four characters were not static, lifeless objects. The moment their eyes met them, a stinging pain shot through them, as if fine sword energy were piercing their vision. If they stared at them for a while, they even hallucinated—as if a towering, sword-wielding god was swinging a heaven-splitting sword down upon them! Those with weaker minds immediately broke out in a cold sweat, hastily averting their gaze, unable to bear looking any longer.
The higher one's cultivation level, the deeper the sensation, and the more real and intense the illusion becomes. Over the long years that followed, this sword-infused stone wall became one of the most powerful natural barriers of Tushan, awe-inspiring in all directions. There were even instances of powerful demon kings, foolish enough to overestimate their cultivation and attempt to force their way into Tushan, whose minds were captivated by the sword intent when they gazed at these four characters, experiencing irresistible death illusions, ultimately leading to the collapse of their Dao hearts and the backlash of their demonic power, resulting in their deaths.
Just as the demons were stunned by the astonishing sword intent that soared into the sky from the stone wall and dissipated after a long time, when they came to their senses, the white-clad figure had already quietly disappeared.
Between heaven and earth, only a light, cheerful voice carried on the wind remained, clearly echoing in Tu Shan Ya Ya's ears and resonating in the hearts of all the Tu Shan demons: "Foolish fox, until we meet again."
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