Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 154: The Terrifying Secret Room

"Kill..."

"Ah..."

Within the eight hundred li of the border, there were hundreds of disciples from the first-class power, Duan Yang Tower, which was highly respected by practitioners in the martial world. At this moment, it had become a slaughterhouse, a realm of the underworld.

There is an inherent aspect of human nature that is absolutely inclined towards killing and evil. The more than one hundred Martial Dao experts who came with Xin Zhuo may have initially intended to attack Duan Yang Tower and gain their freedom. However, once the killing started, it couldn't be stopped.

Three thousand houses were already engulfed in raging fires. Figures of people moved about, swords clashed, and True Qi soared. People fell, screams and bloodshed filled the air, angry roars and severed limbs flew.

Originally, there were at least five hundred Martial Dao experts from the three families within Duan Yang Tower. However, their higher-level combat power was too weak and they couldn't withstand the "Devils" who were all sixth rank to low fifth rank.

In just half an hour, bodies had piled up upon bodies, and the smell of blood permeated the air.

Xue Huaiwei, Tang Shize, and Du Jiunian felt a sense of helplessness as they gathered the elderly, weak, and women and children in a side hall that had not yet been set on fire.

Xin Zhuo, on the other hand, led the ten people from Di Huaijie towards the deepest courtyard, where a magnificent and peculiarly styled building stood.

At this moment, faint screams and groans could be heard from inside the building, as if they were coming from the depths of the soul, full of despair and helplessness that couldn't be relieved even in death.

It was hair-raising to listen to.

Di Huaijie, the ancient old man, and the ten people from Chen Si also couldn't help but change their expressions.

"Kill!"

Just then, dozens of guards at the gate drew their shining waist knives and charged forward with a merciless momentum.

Without waiting for Xin Zhuo's command, the ten people behind him had already taken action.

The disparity between the two sides was too great, and the inevitable slaughter began again. In just a moment, dozens of bodies were left behind.

Xin Zhuo had already arrived in front of the main gate. From here, he could clearly hear the terrifying screams inside.

His expression was somewhat puzzled. At this moment, none of the three families had produced a practitioner of at least the fifth rank. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been so smooth.

How could such a big matter be ignored?

After thinking for a moment, he shouted loudly, "Tang Wuwo, Du Sangu, Shangguan Ting, Huang Jiugai, and Master Li, come out and die!"

The building fell silent, except for the screams, there was no other sound.

Xin Zhuo sneered, "After ten breaths, set fire to this place. Ten, nine, eight... three, two..."

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Before he could count to one, sixteen people suddenly appeared at the gate!

The first one was an old man with white hair, dressed in luxurious clothes, with an imposing manner, a fifth rank expert!

The other fifteen were middle-aged men and women, all of them low fifth rank.

As soon as the sixteen people appeared, an overwhelming aura formed an unmatched force field.

Although Xin Zhuo had never seen Tang Wuwo and Du Sangu, he could tell that the three of them had not appeared yet. These sixteen people were probably the highest combat power apart from the three.

"You have destroyed my three families, your crimes are unforgivable, die!"

The old man's voice was cold as he brandished a large door panel as a sword. With a flash of his figure, he shot towards Xin Zhuo like an arrow, leaving behind dozens of black shadows. It was unclear what kind of cultivation technique it was, but it looked extremely intimidating.

Under normal circumstances, Xin Zhuo would definitely try to capture this person as a sacrifice. But now, he had no intention of doing so. With a step, he was already in mid-air, his fifth rank aura equally majestic, his long spear whistling, carrying a huge dual-colored True Qi shadow.

One white as a dog, one yellow as a tiger.

The powerful aura caused the floating bridge beneath Xin Zhuo's feet to break, and water splashed several zhang high in the lotus pond around him.

The old man's sword shadows could be considered old and unyielding, having reached an unknown level after countless years of cultivation. However, when faced with the tiger and dog shadows, they were completely powerless, instantly disintegrating like rotten wood.

(Note: "zhang" is a Chinese unit of length, approximately equal to 3.3 meters)

The old man's eyes revealed a hint of fear and confusion. Before he could react, Xin Zhuo had already arrived above him, and his long spear struck down.

The pitiful fifth rank expert's head exploded, and his body flew backwards, crashing heavily to the ground amidst the frost and lightning.

Xin Zhuo didn't stop there. With his strange ability, he swiftly changed positions five times, wielding five spears. Amidst the whistling of countless spear shadows, five other fifth rank experts who could dominate the area were instantly killed in the ice and electricity.

Behind him, Di Huaijie and the others, who had been hesitant due to their numerical disadvantage, couldn't help but brighten their eyes and shout, "The leader is truly brilliant!"

Immediately, they leaped forward, carrying a frenzy of killing intent, heading straight for the remaining ten fifth rank experts from the three families.

Meanwhile, Xin Zhuo entered the main hall with his spear.

There are nine doors around?

Staring at the patterns on the doors for a moment, he pondered for a while and found it not difficult.

According to the theory of the Five Organs of the Universe in the Martial Dao Cultivation Technique, they should correspond to the eight gates of Rest, Life, Injury, Du, Scenery, Death, Shock, and Open.

Without any surprises, all eight gates were dead ends!

Only the last door is the right one.

He looked at an ordinary-looking door in the corner and sent out a burst of True Qi, and the door creaked open.

A cold and foul smell rushed towards him.

In the long corridor, from the top to the walls, it was covered with the kind of bugs taken out from Murong Xiu's neck. They were sticky and pitch black, emitting an indescribable stench.

At the end of the corridor, there was a turn, and although it was unclear where it led to, the screams became more pronounced.

Xin Zhuo frowned slightly, his figure moved, leaving behind an afterimage, and he swiftly passed through the countless gaps between the bugs, barely landing on the steps at the corner.

Then he looked at the two passages on both sides, one was a dead end, and the other was a huge door with a Tai Chi and devil pattern. The clear screams were coming from this door.

Xin Zhuo approached the door, looked up and down, but couldn't understand it. There was no gap to open the door.

After thinking for a moment, he took a step back, took a deep breath, and threw the folded spear with two-colored True Qi with force.

"Bang!"

The door made of granite mixed with strange gel-like substance shattered.

A strange, foul-smelling heat wave and deafening screams instantly filled the air.

Xin Zhuo endured the discomfort, entered the door, and looked around, his scalp tingling.

This was a huge quiet room, with eighteen bright oil lamps lit on the ground, and the walls were full of grooves with strange patterns, with figures hanging in the grooves.

These figures included both men and women, no! It was already impossible to tell whether they were men or women.

Because each person's limbs, eight apertures, and seven orifices were all pinned down by long silver needles. At this moment, their bodies were swollen like fat pigs, and there seemed to be huge worms wriggling inside their bellies. They held long pipes in their mouths, with the other end of the pipes connected to barrels above, containing liquid similar to medicinal herbs and spiritual objects.

This was... forcibly infusing Heavenly and Mortal Treasures, forcibly enhancing their realms and strength, excavating all the potential in their bodies at once. When the potential is exhausted, it means the end of their lives.

Perhaps there would be explanations of the Martial Dao techniques on ordinary days.

And all these figures were all fifth rank experts!

At this moment, in the middle of the room, there was a huge "pool," which could not be described as a pool, but more like a Tai Chi pattern or a unique evil formation in this world.

Around the formation, there were sixteen auxiliary seats and five main seats. All the figures, all the essence, True Qi, Cultivation Techniques, and power from all directions were converging little by little.

First, the impurities were expelled by the sixteen auxiliary seats, and then the purest True Qi was absorbed by the five main seats.

This method was not only evil, but also treated human lives as insignificant, unforgivable sins.

And at this moment, sitting in the five main seats were Master Li, Beggar Huang, Tang Wuwo, Du Sangu, and Shangguan Ting.

All the speculations had come true!

(End of this chapter)