Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 1049 The King Appears

Xu Xuan was furious, enraged, and furious—all sorts of anger surged within him!
I never expected that upon arriving at the Northern Capital Luofeng Netherworld Hell, I would encounter such heinous acts.

In broad daylight, some scoundrels brazenly bullied his beloved general! Do they even know how difficult things have been for King Shi?

"Hell is defiled!"

Without saying a word, he immediately grabbed his weapon and prepared to start fighting.

"Wa ...

"Don't panic, Stone King! I'm here to help you!"

But the Holy Father immediately went into full-power mode.

Once he identified the direction and followed the principle that "the shortest distance between two points is a straight line," he ignored everything, including the Yellow Springs and the sea of ​​red spider lilies.

Wherever it passed, the Yellow Springs retreated, the sea of ​​flowers burned to ashes, and it carved a scorched path through the Netherworld.

However, due to the habit of being new to a new map, Xu Xuan's special effects became smaller and smaller as he walked, eventually becoming too quiet.

Subconsciously, I activated "Infiltration" mode; subjectively, I wanted to keep a low profile.
However, when he broke through numerous obstacles and got close enough, the scene before him stunned him.

Good guy!
From afar, it looks like our own demon king is being besieged; up close, it looks like our own demon king is unleashing his full power.

In the center of the battlefield, the towering rocky body stood proudly, wielding the trident that split the water with great force.

Its opponents are a group of bizarre aquatic monsters. These monsters not only have solidified souls, but also retain complete physical bodies, which is rare in hell.

However, even the rarest monsters are clearly no match for the stone spirit.

Stone King's past record was mediocre, purely because he had followed Xu into too many high-level battles that were not at his level, such as the Dragon Lord and the Huai River Calamity Lord, which were battlefields that a third-realm demon king should not participate in.

However, in daily games of the same level, the Stone King of Lishui was once a great demon king who dominated the eight hundred miles of water!
At this moment, it displayed its divine power: every swing of the Water-Splitting Trident stirred up towering waves, and it effortlessly unleashed various water and earth-based spells. It fought its way from east to west, and then from west to east, until the group of aquatic monsters cried out in despair.

Moreover, its fighting style goes far beyond its outward ferocity and unbeatable power; it also contains a unique mathematical aesthetic.

Every dodge, block, and counterattack seemed to be the result of precise trajectory calculation.

The enemy's attack routes, changes in force, and even possible subsequent moves are all thoroughly analyzed in its rock-solid, calm mind.

Sometimes he deftly deflects heavy blows with the ease of using four ounces to move a thousand pounds, and sometimes he precisely strikes at vital points like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox, elevating combat to an art full of wisdom.

In comparison, Xu Xuan's usual "big bricks fly, take my punch" fighting style, although simple, brutal and effective, seemed somewhat less elegant at this moment.

The Holy Father observed in silence for a moment, then concealed his presence and disappeared into the shadows, quietly maintaining order on the perimeter.

Since we can handle it well, there's no need to rush to intervene.

During a lull in the fierce battle, Shi Wang inadvertently caught a glimpse of Xu Xuan's figure, and his heart was filled with complex emotions.

On the one hand, I felt incredibly relieved: this new master was indeed loyal and righteous, daring to venture straight into the underworld to save his subordinate, a sense of responsibility that was truly moving.

On the other hand, he was deeply worried: this lord was far too "reliable," and he was afraid that the underworld was going to suffer.

Amidst the chaos of his thoughts, the precise, instrument-like rhythm of his battle became somewhat disordered, and his invincible aura instantly diminished by a third.

It's like going from an invincible king to a hapless guard.

The atmosphere between the two became somewhat awkward for a moment.

Just as Xu was quietly gathering poisonous pebbles, preparing to lend a helping hand, a clear, long howl suddenly came from afar:

"Don't panic, brother, I'm here to help you!"

Smoke and dust billowed across the battlefield, and a green figure could be seen breaking through the air.

He was a human who had cultivated into a ghost king. His body was as thin as bamboo, and his face was calm with his usual gloom, but his eyes were as bright as cold stars.

The charge wasn't one of ferocious ferocity, but rather one of calculated precision. Each step was swift and steady, like a cheetah stalking through the undergrowth, moving with ease across the chaotic battlefield.

Clad in black rhinoceros armor, the plates of which were engraved with ancient cloud and thunder patterns, his left hand firmly gripped the scabbard of the bronze sword at his waist, while his right hand tightly clasped the hilt of the sword wrapped with dark silk rope.

Just as they were closing in on the battle, a clear, resonant "clang" rang out, and the sword was drawn from its sheath.

The cold light, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the dark clouds, illuminated the dim underworld.

The sword in hand no longer retains its elegance as a ritual object, but rather becomes an extension of weighing and balancing.

The dull thuds of the sword cutting through flesh and bone echoed continuously, each strike hitting a vital point with pinpoint accuracy.

The moves were simple and unadorned, without any unnecessary frills; they were clearly practical sword techniques passed down from ancient battlefields. Xu Xuan observed carefully from the shadows and discovered that this person was not enjoying the killing, but rather carrying out an inevitable plan that had been rehearsed countless times.

Throughout the entire process, aside from the initial statement that they were friends, not enemies, they remained almost completely silent. With each step they took, enemies fell to the ground like mowing grass, as if they were conducting a silent harvest.

If we were to define the style and artistic conception of this sword technique, it would be: at the end of forbearance, there is such fierce and ruthless cutting through the spring breeze.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind. Combining this person's swordsmanship and demeanor, the special environment of the Yellow Springs, and the geographical location of this place being extremely close to the gap in the mortal world, a name came to mind.

"The Emperor's Ghost?!" Xu Xuan muttered to himself, a flash of understanding appearing in his eyes.

"It's you, Wusheng!"

Now that the key figure has appeared, this protracted struggle should come to an end.

Xu Xuan's mind raced. The poison technique he had prepared was clearly inappropriate. The Stone King was a spirit of rock and was naturally immune to all poisons, but the righteous swordsman who had intervened was ultimately a spirit and would probably be unable to withstand it.

He immediately appeared calmly, and without saying much, twenty-seven Asura Blades from his sleeve transformed into a chilling rain of blades that shot out like lightning.

As soon as this demonic sword appeared, the evil aura on the shores of the Yellow Springs surged several times over. Amidst the churning demonic energy, this region finally acquired the true atmosphere of a ghost realm.

The sword formation activated its engraved array in mid-air, and the fighting power of the Asura "Feitian" perfectly merged with the evil array of the human world, giving rise to unprecedented power.

But a phantom of a Shura with three heads and six arms, a bluish-black face, and flames spewing from its mouth flashed by in the midst of the sword formation and then disappeared into the center of the demon horde.

All the spirits were immediately struck by a demonic sound, and as their souls trembled and became unstable, endless sword energy poured down like a torrential rain.

The deep purple blade light possessed strong corrosive properties, further enhanced by hellish ghost energy. No matter how tough the demon race's fur and armor were, they could not withstand this sinister blade array that specifically targeted the body's weaknesses.

The moment the blade pierced the body, demonic energy immediately eroded the flesh and acupoints, and the soul was further corrupted by evil forces.

The spirits were horrified to discover that no matter how they tried to expel the sword energy that had invaded their bodies, they could not do so. Instead, their struggles only accelerated the spread of the demonic energy, causing their wounds to bleed profusely and creating a vicious cycle.

"Where did this demon come from!"

"What a vicious ghost king!"

“Despicable!”

A bunch of country bumpkins from hell, instead of doing their jobs properly, where did they learn so many obscure terms?

Enraged, the sword energy became even more malevolent, slicing through the enemy's flesh like a whirlwind. The most skilled in composing words were reduced to dust and drifted into the underworld, becoming the first handful of ashes in the calamity.

The battle, which had been evenly matched, was decided in an instant by the sudden attack of the sword formation.

The power of the Asura Demon Blade is indeed terrifying, and its most frightening aspect lies in its ability to kill upon first sight.

Upon first encounter, the bizarre power that blends the fighting spirit of Asura with the evil array of the human world often catches the opponent off guard.

However, these evil weapons also have a fatal flaw: if they encounter forces that restrain them, such as pure yang fire, their power will be greatly reduced, and they may even turn against their master.

All things in the universe are interconnected and mutually restraining, and this incredibly powerful demonic sword is no exception, always following the unseen principle of balance.

Faced with the sudden change in the battle situation, Stone King seemed completely unsurprised.

He calmly began cleaning up the battlefield, and with a steady, accurate, and ruthless strike, he delivered the final blow with his trident.

Those that can still struggle are given a fork; those that cannot move are also given a fork; and those that are on the verge of death are given a "gentle" fork.

He then slammed the trident to the ground, where it transformed into several water ropes that tightly bound the still-breathing prisoner before tossing him aside.

The entire sequence of actions was fluid and seamless, clearly demonstrating a familiarity with this process of cleaning up messes; in more sophisticated terms, it embodies the company culture.

Only then, under the wary gaze of the Emperor Ghost, did Xu Xuan sincerely shout, "Don't panic, I'm a good person."

However, this statement is simply not convincing.

Anyone who witnessed the eerie wind and shadowy figures of the sneak attack would not associate the perpetrator with the word "good person".

In the Spring and Autumn Period, when Emperor Gui lived, the battles between the two armies emphasized "a dignified formation and a straight banner." Even when helping someone, one would first issue a warning from a distance before charging in with a sword. This was the martial virtue of that era.

We will have to wait another two hundred years until a military genius emerges and reveals the true meaning of "Warfare is based on deception".

At this moment, the ancient monarch stared at Xu Xuan, his eyes filled with the bewilderment and scrutiny of an era that emphasized "governing the army with propriety".

Little did they know that Xu Xuan also had his own plans.

If he had just taken out the Chilong Sword given to him by Bai Suzhen, he could have certainly displayed righteousness, but in this perilous Yellow Springs Hell, revealing his trump card too early would have been unwise.

(End of this chapter)