Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

He slept for a very, very long time.

It was almost dawn by then.

As night fell, having eaten nothing, I found myself getting hungry.

Just as she was thinking about whether to go out and find something to eat, she saw her personal maid, Ju Zi, walking over from not far away.

Roasted soft-boned rabbit, I must say, it tastes really good.

While eating the soft-boned rabbit, Fan Zui didn't forget to exaggerate her a couple of times.

Orange smiled slightly, then looked up at the night sky and muttered to herself:

"I wonder how the old lady is doing now."

After he finished speaking, both of them fell silent.

Thinking of all the sacrifices the old lady had made for him over the years, Fan Zui suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

The sorrow of parting from a foreign land.

“Once we’ve established ourselves in the capital, we’ll bring the old lady here too. Wouldn’t that be better? Look at how reluctant you are to leave her.”

He mocked mercilessly.

"Right."

Orange, being an optimistic person, immediately thought it was a good idea.

So, he quickly stopped thinking about it.

"Young Master, tell me, what kind of person is the Sword Master? Is he strict?"

Orange suddenly started daydreaming and asked curiously.

Sword Master, the Number One Swordsman Under Heaven, King of the Night, Regent, the Most Powerful Prince, the Prince Most Likely to Rebel, and so on...

His titles are so numerous that they are too many to count.

However, judging from his reputation, it's really hard to imagine what kind of person he would be.

Fan Zui glanced at the soldiers of the Annihilation Army around him, and after a moment of silence, said:

"He was a ruthless executioner, but also the kindest person in the world to me."

His memory of his adoptive father was very vague.

There seems to be such a person, but no matter what, I can't remember them.

"Young master, what's the first thing you want to do when you arrive in the capital?"

"Then naturally I'll go see my fiancée. If she's beautiful, I'll marry her."

"What if it doesn't look good?" Orange asked instinctively.

"Then divorce her."

Ju Zi smiled, these words reminding her of the old lady's instructions.

"The old lady and the Sword Master are so kind to the young master," she couldn't help but exclaim.

In the firelight, his face bore a hint of dejection.

"Ju Zi, where are your family?"

This was the first time he had asked about the maid's background and identity.

She looked at the campfire, remained silent for a moment, and then whispered:

"I don't know either. I was picked up and raised by the old lady, and she also gave me my name."

"I'm told that she was eating an orange at the time, and that's how she named me."

That's really casual.

Just as Fan Zui was about to speak, the sky suddenly turned bright red.

Crimson sky!

An ancient formation that was lost along with the demon race.

Within the great formation, anything that has life, whether human, animal, or plant, will be sacrificed to become a powerful force and refined into a pill.

Consuming it will grant you immense power.

Its explosive power is terrifying.

However, one can only take one pill in a lifetime, because after the medicinal effects wear off, the body will explode, the physical body will dissipate, and the body will return to the heavens and earth.

This first wave of assassinations involved someone of such high status.

They really can't stand being alone.

Chapter 50 [A Touch to the Heart]

Crimson Sky, a blood sacrifice technique.

Within the great formation, there were absolutely no survivors.

In such a critical moment, Fan Zui merely glanced at the sky and made no other move.

Continue feeding the soft-boned rabbit.

Grilled meat tastes best when it's hot.

It would smell even better if you added some blue silver grass.

However, the Blue Silver Grass prefers damp places and can only be found near rivers.

I couldn't find it nearby.

The terrifying, blood-red sky possessed boundless power and had a precedent of destroying a sacred site.

However, a powerful figure is needed to preside over the formation.

Those who came this time should be remnants of the evil cult.

The demon race and the demonic cult are different.

The Demonic Cult is the human realm's branch of the demon race.

Their mission was to cooperate with the demons to open the passage between the two worlds and welcome the arrival of the army.

Unfortunately, now that the demon race has been destroyed and the demon realm has been closed, only two or three members of the demon cult remain.

He never expected that on his way back to the capital, he would attract the attention of the Demonic Sect.

These people have been lying low for years, waiting for the right opportunity to plot something else.

What have they gained from themselves now?

Fan Zui sat by the campfire, quietly eating the soft-boned rabbit, his thoughts wandering.

However, they gained nothing.

"Young master, aren't you going to join the battle? Or perhaps find a place to hide?" Ju Zi looked at the sky and asked worriedly.

However, there was little fear on her face.

Fan Zui swallowed the last piece of meat, threw the bone into the campfire, wiped his hands, and said:

"Join the war? What a joke. The weakest of these World Destroyer Army soldiers is stronger than me. Why should I play the hero? I'll just wait for them to break through the formation."

Not far away, three thousand World Destroyers could be seen floating in mid-air.

The bizarrely shaped scythes of destruction in his hands flew out and into the air, forming a giant rotating reaping scythe to resist the ever-shrinking blood-red sky.

In the center was the general he had met before, Yang Hubiao.

"The World Annihilation Army!"

"exist!"

The sound shook the mountains and rivers, and sand and stones flew all around.

As their voices rang out, streams of true energy from the bodies of the three thousand soldiers converged and focused on the general.

This is a combined attack technique used in military formations.

The World Destroyer Army, this once invincible and ruthless army, is undoubtedly a formidable force.

The sound was deafening.

The leaves that were blown by the wind were torn apart and shattered into pieces.

"kill!"

As the voice fell, the three thousand soldiers instantly unleashed their power, their killing intent filling the air, and their powerful true essence poured into the World-Destroying Scythe.

In the world of cultivation, the killing intent of the slaughtering army is like a surging sea of ​​blood. Amidst the flashing swords and shadows, endless determination and cruelty are revealed.

The killing intent of the World Destroyer Army was accumulated and refined little by little through the countless corpses.

Their fierce eyes revealed their ruthlessness towards life, and their faces wore cold smiles.

The power of slaughter filled the entire blood-red night sky, and the enormous scythe of destruction posed a deadly threat with every attack.