Mountains and rivers are waiting for you to return

Chapter 179 Double Revenge
In this battle, Zhang Sheng wore the dark black robe that he had worn when he fought against Pei Nai at the Dengyun Heroes Conference.

In just a few breaths, mechanical black scales grew layer by layer on his right arm, as if a giant palm wider than a human had grown out, pressing down and grabbing the impact hammer in front of him.

Zhang Sheng seemed to say something to Han Ruize, probably asking Han Ruize to leave Xing Xiaoren to him.

Han Ruize then turned the Wan Yue Blood Whip around and changed its target.

The general of the remnant Wu tribe had a melee weapon, but he couldn't get close to Han Ruize at all, so he simply threw down his long sword, snatched the bow and arrow from a soldier next to him, and shot at Han Ruize continuously.

Han Ruize didn't even get off his horse. He dodged two feather arrows by turning sideways. With a sneer, he looked at the man in front of him who was struggling mindlessly before his death.

The whip was swung again, smashing three feather arrows flying in a line into pieces.

The tail of the whip scratched the Wu clan general's helmet, and the metal helmet broke into two pieces and split to the left and right.

The man had been knocked unconscious, with blood dripping from his forehead. He stood there in a daze, and was killed by Han Ruize's next whip.

Zhang Sheng rode his horse up to Xing Xiaoren, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at his old friend, now the enemy of his country, and then dismounted.

Xing Xiaoren lay on the ground gasping for breath, his right hand reaching for the dagger at his waist, probably wanting to commit suicide.

But how could Zhang Sheng give him this opportunity?

Xing Xiaoren took advantage of his trust to obtain the entry route and turned to the Wu clan, causing his father to be tortured and killed by the Wu clan. His father's body was exposed on the city gate for more than ten days. His country fell into war and millions of people were killed.

This hatred can never be dispelled a thousand times; this hatred will last for thousands of years and will never end.

Zhang Sheng took out four short metal poles from his robe, threw them down, and surrounded Xing Xiaoren in four corners. The short poles landed on the ground like bamboo joints, firmly rooted in the ground, and climbed up layer by layer until they were far higher than people's heads, then stopped.

Xing Xiaoren already had a bad feeling in his heart, and his movements to pull out the dagger became more and more panicked.

When he finally unfastened the buckle of the dagger, black scales connected by banyan threads shot out from the top of the four pillars. Zhang Sheng used the banyan threads to control the direction of the four scales a few steps away.

When the four scales touched Xing Xiaoren's limbs, they instantly spread into rings, binding his arms and thighs.

The banyan branches, as sharp as knives, recovered the scales and at the same time lifted Xing Xiaoren up high.

Xing Xiaoren never had the chance to use his dagger again, because the next moment, the pillar extended a rotating flying blade, following the direction of the banyan thread, cutting off the flesh and bones of his fingers, palms, and arms inch by inch.

Like a slow slicing, his limbs were cut off piece by piece.

Xing Xiaoren's shrill screams echoed throughout the battlefield. Zhang Sheng walked forward, pinched his face open, and stuffed a pill into his mouth.

Everyone present could guess that Zhang Sheng would not let him die easily, so that must be a life-saving pill.

Penay had seen these four short pillars many times in these days.

On the way to the Valley Kingdom, Zhang Sheng often stayed up late at night, sitting by the fire, disassembling and assembling the mechanisms inside.

I guess it was the hatred that kept him from sleeping at that time. This was the punishment mechanism he tailored for Xing Xiaoren.

When the flying blade stopped spinning, Xing Xiaoren's limbs, from the elbows above to the knees below, had been severed, and his forearms and calves had turned into splattered blood and bone fragments.

But compared to what Uncle Zhang Licheng went through before his death, what was this torture?
Zhang Sheng took out some hemostatic powder and sprinkled it on the broken limbs of Xing Xiaoren.

Then he used a hand knife made of Gongshan black stone to cut off Xing Xiaoren's armor and clothes, leaving him naked, exposed to the world and humiliated by the gazes of hundreds of thousands of people.

"Still looking?" Gu Jinheng reminded Pei Nai from the side.

Pei Nai was puzzled. "The barracks are full of shirtless soldiers practicing martial arts. What's wrong? Besides, he doesn't have much."

Gu Jinheng tilted his head slightly, his eyes deepened, with a hint of threat and warning.

Pei Nai thought of his Dan Dao divine energy last night, coughed twice, and quickly retracted his gaze.

After doing all this, Zhang Sheng, who was far away, seemed to have lost all his strength.

He had no expression on his face. He took a few steps back and sat on the grass, with his arm resting on one knee. He stared at Xing Xiaoren in front of him for a long time without moving.

Under the command of Pei Nai and other generals, the Qilu army has formed a battle array and launched an attack on "Huyan Wei Zhao" and the last tens of thousands of enemy troops.

Huyan Weizhao took his long axe and went straight towards "Huyan Weizhao" who was in the midst of thousands of troops.

The Qilu soldiers formed a forward array to clear the way for him, and Huyan Weizhao swung his long axe to fight with the man. Both of them fell off their horses, and Huyan Weizhao took the blow and fought back.

It was obvious that what he was holding was the real Xingtian's long axe with carved teeth, but his martial arts and axe-wielding skills were obviously inferior to those of the newcomer.

Many people have questions in their minds, why does the martial arts of the visitor seem more like the orthodox He Jiang Zhan Shen Yue?
Huyan Weizhao's current weapon was far inferior to that of his opponent. Xingtian's toothed long axe hit his ordinary long axe, breaking off a corner of his weapon.

However, Huyan Weizhao managed to defeat his opponent in just five moves despite such a fatal weakness.

His movements were fierce and fast.

The enemy who had been using his identity for many years was pinned to the ground by him with his broken axe.

Huyan Weizhao's angry shout came from the bottom of his heart and was so loud that Pei Nai could hear it clearly even from a long distance away.

He shouted to his enemy below him: "Laugh! Aren't you very good at laughing?!"

The man knew that he could not escape death, and he actually laughed in self-deprecation.

His madness is somewhat similar to that of his master Yue Cang.

The laughter was sharp and crazy. Not to mention how horrible it was when Huyan Weizhao heard this laughter repeatedly when his wife was suffering.

Even Pei Nai felt frightened and terrified when he heard this laughter in front of hundreds of thousands of people.

Huyan Weizhao took out a dagger, stabbed it into the left eye of the madman in front of him, and twisted it violently, just like what he had experienced many years ago.

"Don't you wish to be like me? You impersonated my identity, seized my Divine Axe, and took away my life. Why don't you endure the same pain as me?" Huyan Weizhao pulled out a dagger and blood spurted out.

The man could no longer laugh and could only lie on the ground shaking in pain.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Huyan Weizhao forced open his eyes and said, "Look at me, I want you to look at me!!"

"What can you do? I don't have a wife, haha." The madman mocked him helplessly, "I have nothing."

Huyan Weizhao looked down at him and said, "But you believe in religion, you are a vegetarian, and you don't touch women. Although I don't know the eccentric religion you believe in, I know that you live by this belief."

The man stood there in a daze, his expression frozen on his face.

Huyan Weizhao was satisfied with the horror he saw, so he dragged over the body of a Wu army soldier nearby, cut off the most unacceptable part of any man, and stuffed it into the madman's mouth.

The madman whimpered and tried to spit out the object in his mouth, but Huyan Weizhao broke his jaw.

The thing just stuck in his mouth.

"Break the precepts? Or two precepts? It's just that you deserve to go to hell. Your faith will not accept a person who harms and abuses lives." Huyan Weizhao said as he picked up the God-Slaying Axe that belonged to him and used the blunt edge of the side of the God-Slaying Axe to smash the madman's bones bit by bit.

The pain caused tears and blood to flow from the madman's eyes, and his other eye was in so much pain that it almost burst.

His mournful sobs echoed throughout the battlefield.

His former subordinates also witnessed with their own eyes the scene of him living in a humble manner before they died.

There were almost no intact bones in the madman's limbs.

Huyan Weizhao then used the divine axe to split open his armor, cut open his clothes, and used a dagger to carve various words on his body, including "guilty", "beast", "never to be reborn", and "despised by all things".

When the madman had suffered enough pain and his body was on the verge of death, Huyan Weizhao slapped him twice to bring back his last bit of consciousness.

Huyan Weizhao used his hands to pry open the madman's right eye, forcing him to look at the source of his pain.

"I don't want you to die with my name on your body. I don't want anyone to call you 'Huyan Weizhao' anymore. But I also don't want to know your real name. You are so dirty and filthy, and you live in the shadows. You don't deserve to have a name!"

"From now on, people will call you a sinful beast," Hu Yanweizhao said as he carved a bloody word on the madman's forehead with a dagger.

When the last stroke was finalized, Huyan Weizhao looked at him deeply, the fire in his eyes rising.

He grasped the divine axe, aimed at the bloody words "sinful beast" written by the man, and chopped down from above, ending the man's life.

(End of this chapter)