The Great Seminary

Chapter 391 The 'Good Person' Appears

Zhang Gui had envisioned several possible outcomes, one of which was the complete annihilation of the entire village.

And it's considered one of the best.

This at least shows that the actions of Qiao, Huang, and Zhen in seizing his secret realm were not the actions of the Northern Sect of the Three Holy Swords.

Now that it has been confirmed, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But when he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Cao Zhengbing's empty, lifeless eyes in the distance, he sighed again.

Without looking any further, it transformed into a hurricane, rushing into the clouds and gazing into the distance.

The seemingly endless 'Great Sword Formation of All Spirits Returning to Sainthood' was conveniently not activated.

"Are all the demon races on holiday today?" Zhang Gui muttered to himself, jokingly.

They continued to climb, and after reaching a height of over a thousand feet above the Great Wall, they calmly passed through the sword formation.

I wandered around the northern gate of the Three Holy Swords Sect, taking in the large and small towns I encountered.

Those protected by powerful sects can barely survive, while those without have long since been reduced to ruins.

In the desolate wilderness, the corpses of the earth demons were so valuable that they were all picked up without leaving a trace.

However, because the corpses and flesh of humans are worthless, the horrific scenes they cause are everywhere.

seeing is believing.

Previously, staying in the gates of major sects was only a psychological burden.

Now, Zhang Gui has witnessed firsthand the unparalleled cruelty of racial struggle!
"Completely different from wars of aggression between nations, there were no prisoners of war, nor were they fighting for material plunder or land occupation; it was simply a killing spree."

The fundamental purpose of war is to take the lives of individual members of the opposing side—a thought that sends chills down one's spine!

Zhang Gui, perched high in the sky, looked down upon all living beings and saw a city of considerable size in the distance, surrounded by strange-looking monsters. He couldn't help but think to himself.

Time passed quickly, and it was now evening.

The setting sun behind him resembled a huge red ball, slowly sinking below the horizon.

Feeling that continuing to wander around wouldn't necessarily lead to a more suitable destination, Zhang Gui stopped.

Looking at the city at least dozens of miles away, he announced:

"I am the ultimate executor and interpreter of all legal codes in the world, the guardian of the order of 'law'..."

Wherever my gaze falls, there lies the land of civilization, and the 'criminals' will surely be punished…

Anyone who trespasses on another person's legally owned residence shall have their limbs severed…

As soon as the words were spoken, the rules of the mystical side broke through the barriers of reality and quietly descended.

Any land-dwelling demons that attempted to climb distant cities instantly lost their legs.

Furthermore, the white wind bats, leopard phoenix bees, and other winged creatures that Zhang Gui knew all had their limbs severed as soon as they flew onto the city wall.

The power of the 'sole' divine authority has now been fully displayed. Logically speaking, even the most discerning person should be overjoyed and applaud in celebration.

But Zhang Gui gritted his teeth, heartbroken, and muttered to himself atop the towering peaks.

"By crippling just a few hundred broken leopard phoenix bees, black wind bats, and unknown reptiles, we have consumed nearly a day's worth of the 'spiritual dedication' of hundreds of millions of people in my True Dragon Kingdom."

This is like using a rocket launcher to kill flies in your past life—it's an absolute waste!
No wonder the legends of the new god Yesaya are said to be so powerful and amazing, with fanatical believers going so far as to boast that He is only a hair's breadth away from being the supreme being, and that He is omniscient and omnipotent.

But in reality, it relies on the 'Court' to regulate its own religions in the mortal realm.

It turns out that it's not worth it to do it yourself.

It seems that Xihe's extraordinary and mysterious system is ultimately inferior to Dongsheng's ability to balance lightness and heaviness. Whether it's a feather soaring through the sky or "carrying Mount Tai to cross the North Sea," it all depends on a single thought.

Despite saying this, he kept a close eye on the battle and defense of the distant city...

The human city in the distance is called Jinhuang Town.

Originally built in Linjiang, the city has a history of about 150 years. Some time ago, due to the diversion of water by a local monster, the river dried up, and it suddenly became a land city, now surrounded and isolated.

Throughout the offensive and defensive battles, the defending forces were consistently at a disadvantage.

Just now, at the critical moment, the city was almost breached!
The situation was able to turn around and hold on, all thanks to the fact that the attacking demons suddenly and inexplicably lost all their legs.

But with the tide already turned against them, a temporary reversal ultimately cannot bring victory...

On the city wall, hundreds of swordsmen and soldiers did their best to resist another round of attacks from the earth demon.

The leader was a burly young man, six feet tall, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, wearing a wide Bagua Taoist robe, and holding a nine-foot-long horse-slaying heavy sword in each hand.

In that critical moment, he shouted, "Block it for me!"

The two swords were swung simultaneously and clashed.

With ease, he twisted the large white wind-slaying bat in front of him, which was only the size of an ordinary person at the head and tail, but whose wingspan was at least two zhang, into three pieces.

Upon seeing this, those on either side immediately cheered loudly, boosting morale and stabilizing the troops.

However, after the burly young man in the Bagua Taoist robe finished his roaring 'performance,' his face, illuminated by the firelight, quickly changed from excited to gloomy.

At that moment, a gaunt swordsman who had been cheering and working so hard silently approached him from behind.

He whispered in the young man's ear, "Brother, this city is really going to be doomed this time."

"Keep the moves going, use telepathic communication to ensure that even in the most dangerous situations, you won't lack a little bit of true qi."

The burly young man replied using telepathy, continuing his attack while charging forward:

"I finally managed to get ahead by seizing the opportunity and risking my life, so why should I just give up?"

This retreat could mean a lifetime of misery. Are you willing to accept that?

Upon hearing this, the gaunt swordsman's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty, and he fell silent.

In a moment of distraction, he was almost hit on the head by a leopard-phoenix bee that swooped down on him under the cover of darkness.

Thanks to the burly young man's keen hearing and effortless skill, he swept the back of his sword horizontally, smashing the leopard-phoenix bee into a bloody pulp in mid-air.
"General Liu, you better watch out."

These words weren't transmitted telepathically; they made the gaunt swordsman's ears ring, and as he regained his senses, he made up his mind.

"Brother, it's important to make a name for yourself, but if you lose your life, you have nothing."

I think we should still adopt the best of the thirty-six stratagems: retreat.

"But have you ever thought about it? With our backgrounds and living in such a 'greatly competitive world,' how can I possibly force you to fight to the death? Oh well, we're brothers for life, I can't possibly force you to fight to the death."

"If you want to leave, then go ahead."

As night fell, the two men were locked in a fierce battle, exchanging whispered words in secret, their conversation remaining a mystery to outsiders.

But those familiar with the subject can guess it with just a little attention.

A few dozen steps away, a young man wielding a sword that had transformed into a green hummingbird noticed that the expressions of the burly young man and the gaunt swordsman were not quite right.

With lightning speed, he approached and also used telepathy to communicate:
"Third brother, what time is it? Why are you still talking to eldest brother..."

Just then, a giant of gold and stone, as tall as a mountain, descended from the sky.

The earthquake outside the city shook violently.

It opened its blood-red maw and spewed out a stream of steam as thick as a well opening.

The creatures 'charged' at the Black Wind Fiend Bat and White Wind Fiend Bat, which were naturally inclined to spellcasting, and their bones rotted and flesh melted, resulting in their gruesome deaths on the spot.

If it were a thick-skinned, tough land-dwelling behemoth like the Nine-tongued Tiger, it might survive a little longer.

But even they couldn't escape the six-armed iron fist of the stone giant.

It was like whack-a-mole, and it instantly turned into mincemeat. It would have been better to be scalded to death.

(End of this chapter)