The Great Dream God

The extremely prosperous and bustling city of Kyoto now seemed to be shrouded in endless darkness, as if it had fallen into the abyss of doomsday, presenting a chaotic, heart-wrenching and miserable scene.

On the crowded streets, panic spread rapidly like the tentacles of a demon, and endless noise and clamor filled every corner like a tide. People's shouts and screams rose and fell, interweaving with each other, like a symphony of despair played on the edge of hell. The shrill notes were like sharp blades, as if they were going to tear people's souls apart. The ups and downs of the noise, one wave higher than the other, were like surging and unstoppable waves, as if they were going to ruthlessly devour the entire city with their unparalleled violent power, plunging it into an abyss of darkness from which there was no return.

Mengjin, his eyes were as cold as frost, staring ahead coldly, the firmness and determination revealed in his eyes were like the ice that had never melted after thousands of years of vicissitudes. He knew that the moment he had been waiting for for a long time had finally arrived. This was the turning point of his destiny and the key moment to determine his future. His hands danced quickly like a phantom, and his movements were as smooth as the clear stream flowing in the mountains, and like the gorgeous clouds floating freely in the sky. A fiery force slowly gathered in his palm, and the power became stronger and stronger. The scorching temperature seemed to ignite the surrounding air and turn it into a blazing flame. Finally, with his full strength, a blazing fireball bloomed again in his palm. The fireball was extremely hot, brilliant and brilliant, like a scorching sun hanging high in the sky, emitting rolling heat waves, and its scorching temperature made people stay away and dare not approach easily.

Without hesitation, Meng Jin threw the fireball, which contained endless power, at Princess Ziyang. The fireball was like a burning cannonball, cutting through the sky with the force of thunder and lightning, and rushed towards Princess Ziyang like a meteor with the majestic momentum of destroying everything. At this critical moment, Princess Ziyang's face was as solemn as iron, but there was no fear in her eyes, but instead a gleam of unwavering determination. She straightened her spine, like a towering, unshakable mountain, ready to meet the upcoming life-and-death challenge.

"Meng Jin, you despicable villain, do you think you can succeed like this?" Princess Ziyang shouted angrily, her voice full of anger and disdain. The voice was as loud as a bell, and was particularly clear in this chaotic scene.

"Hmph, Princess, today is the day you die!" Meng Jin responded, his words revealing a bone-chilling murderous intent that seemed to be able to freeze the air around them.

The fireball approached Princess Ziyang at lightning speed, and at this critical moment, Princess Ziyang was as agile as a cheetah. She raised her jade foot and kicked hard. This kick contained her powerful strength and unwavering will, and she kicked accurately on the blazing fireball. There was a loud "bang", like a thunderous explosion in the sky, deafening. The fireball exploded instantly, and the powerful impact force spread wildly around like a surging wave. The people around were knocked to the ground by this terrifying force, groaning in pain.

Under the impact of this powerful force, Princess Ziyang's body flew uncontrollably towards a shop on the street like a kite with a broken string. Her body fell heavily on the floor of the shop, raising a cloud of dust that instantly enveloped her figure. The dust spread like yellow smoke, making everything around her blurry.

"Cough, cough..." Princess Ziyang coughed violently, feeling excruciating pain all over her body, as if every inch of her skin and every bone was suffering endless torture. However, her will was as strong as iron, and her unyielding spirit burned in her eyes. She struggled to stand up, cursing angrily: "The assassins in Mengjin are simply unrighteous and have no martial ethics!" Her voice was full of anger and unwillingness, like a wounded lion making its last roar. The power contained in that voice seemed to be able to break through the dust in the sky and shake everyone's heart.

"Princess, you'd better accept your death!" Meng Jin sneered, his smile full of cruelty and pride. His eyes flashed with a cold light, as if he was admiring his masterpiece.

However, Princess Ziyang did not notice that a figure quietly appeared behind her like a ghost. It was Xu Xiaofeng, her face was burned by the flames, her skin became charred like charcoal, and she looked extremely hideous and terrifying. Her face was distorted like a demon from hell, without any expression, as if she was a demon from the abyss of hell, exuding a creepy breath. Her body seemed to be shrouded in a dark shadow, which made people shudder.

"Princess Ziyang, your doom has come!" Xu Xiaofeng said grimly. Her voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, filled with cold murderous intent. The voice was like the cold wind on a cold night, blowing through people's hearts and bringing a wave of fear.

The whip in her hand danced flexibly like a spirit snake, drawing strange arcs in the air. The whip seemed to have its own life, and quickly attacked Princess Ziyang, and was put on her neck with lightning precision. The whip flashed with strange light, as if foreshadowing Princess Ziyang's fate.

Xu Xiaofeng's eyes were as cold as an ice cellar. She pulled hard with her arm, and the whip tightened instantly. Princess Ziyang only felt a huge force lifting her up. Her body was suspended in the air instantly, and she had difficulty breathing, as if a pair of invisible hands were tightly strangling her throat. Her face instantly turned red, and her eyes revealed despair and anger.

"Ah!" Princess Ziyang struggled in pain, her hands desperately trying to grab something, but could only wave helplessly in the air. Her fingers bent, trying to break free from the fatal restraints, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree, to no avail.

"Humph, you have come to this day!" Xu Xiaofeng laughed triumphantly, and the laughter sounded particularly harsh in this quiet shop. Her laughter was full of the pleasure of revenge and complacency, which made people feel a chill in their hearts.

It turned out that Xu Xiaofeng had already hung the other end of the whip on the beam of the house, and Princess Ziyang was hung in the air without any resistance. Her feet kept struggling, trying to break free from the fatal restraints, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree, and it was useless. Her body kept shaking in the air, and the scene made people feel pity.

The atmosphere in the store was extremely tense, as if time had frozen. Princess Ziyang's face turned blue due to lack of oxygen, and her eyes revealed despair and anger, which was the unwillingness to accept her fate and hatred for the enemy. Her eyes were like a sharp sword, wanting to pierce the enemy's heart, but she was powerless.

"You... you evil thieves... must... die a horrible death!" Princess Ziyang shouted with difficulty. Her voice had become hoarse, but the anger in it was not diminished at all. Her voice was filled with curses on the enemy and a desire for justice.

Xu Xiaofeng stood below, looking at her coldly, the whip in her hand still tightly around Princess Ziyang's neck, without the slightest mercy. Her eyes were full of pride and contempt, as if she was looking at an insignificant ant.

The air in the store seemed to become heavy, filled with a breath of death. The candlelight on the wall swayed in the wind, casting strange shadows, making the whole store even more eerie and terrifying. Princess Ziyang's body kept struggling in mid-air, her clothes fluttering in the wind, making a rustling sound, as if it was the countdown to her life.

Meng Jin stood aside, watching all this coldly, his heart filled with the pleasure of revenge. He looked at the painful appearance of Princess Ziyang, without a trace of pity in his heart. In his eyes, Princess Ziyang was his enemy, an obstacle that he had to get rid of. There was a cold light flashing in his eyes, as if announcing his victory.