Slaying Gods, the agent of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, starting with the Undying Scripture

Zhao Wentian swung his sword towards the Ghost-Faced King's head.

For a moment, Zhao Wentian clearly saw the look of fear on Ghost Face King's face.

With a hissing sound.

Zhao Wentian's sword pierced directly into the Ghost Face King's forehead.

The Ghost-Faced King let out a terrible scream that made people's ears ache.

Ghost-Faced King stared into Zhao Wentian's eyes.

It was as if I had seen the ultimate fear, that of a supreme god.

I saw a god standing on mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with corpses at his feet.

Various ancient monsters, each one comparable to a god!

It was at this moment that Ghost King realized he should do everything in his power to kill this person first.

If he continues to grow stronger, countless gods will die at his feet in the future.

Unfortunately, it was discovered too late.

It let out a series of mournful howls.

Just as he was howling in anger, an even greater fear struck.

Just as the Ghost-Faced King was completely dead, he felt his soul being ripped out.

A surging energy began to compress its energy bit by bit.

It eventually turned into a point of light and disappeared directly into Zhao Wentian's brow.

A surge of energy instantly filled my body.

Zhao Wentian could feel that his entire body was undergoing a transformation.

A sharp pain occurred.

It's like being overeaten.

The bloodline of the Desolate Emperor has been enhanced.

It's just impossible to see exactly how much it has improved.

At this moment, he finally understood that the so-called purity of bloodline did not represent the power level of the Desolate Emperor.

Rather, it's about inheritance. Many things must be accomplished through one's own efforts; only in this way can the true power of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor be passed down...

Zhao Wentian sheathed his sword.

The head stuck in the sword was still grotesque.

But it no longer had any signs of life.

Lin Qiye caught Zhao Kongcheng's body immediately.

He realized with his own eyes that Zhao Kongcheng's physical condition was appallingly bad.

Scratches, bumps, falls...

From Lin Qiye's mental perception,

Every inch of Zhao Kongcheng's skin was covered in wounds.

Fresh blood was flowing from each of the open wounds.

Five or six bones in his body were broken.

Lin Qiye simply couldn't imagine how he survived such injuries.

Even more critically, Zhao Kongcheng's life force was about to be extinguished.

but....

Only Zhao Wentian knew that the Immortal Scripture was slowly changing his body.

Next comes complete death, followed by resurrection.

Zhao Wentian held up the head of the Ghost-Faced King and placed it in front of Zhao Kongcheng.

“Nephew, did you see that? You killed a Sichuanese warrior with your mortal body.” Zhao Wentian waved his hand.

He proudly added:

"Damn it, our Zhao family is going to have its own separate family tree!"

"Hehehe..." Zhao Kongcheng wanted to laugh, but when he did, blood spurted from his mouth. "Not bad, our lineage is going to have its own genealogy now. Damn it, you're still ranked above me... You've benefited from my fame again."

"Yes, stick together, stick together."

Lin Qiye glanced at Zhao Wentian, then sat down next to Zhao Kongcheng, looking bewildered. "Your body..."

"It's nothing, just a side effect of forcibly unleashing potential."

"You'll die if you keep going like this."

"know."

"I won't die." Zhao Kongcheng chuckled and looked at Zhao Wentian. Zhao Wentian nodded slightly, the movement very small.

"It's okay if you die?"

"Hehehe..." Zhao Kongcheng laughed with difficulty, spitting out another mouthful of blood. "Not bad, I experienced the Forbidden Ruins, and..."

"and?"

"Moreover, I did it, drawing my sword into the abyss and staining the sky with blood."

Zhao Kongcheng reached out tremblingly and pulled out a handful of blood. "This blood can't stain the sky, but I'll definitely do it in my next life!"

Lin Qiye was taken aback. "Without millions of people behind you, is it worth it?"

Zhao Kongcheng chuckled but didn't say anything.

"Do me a favor."

"You said."

"Let me do it."

Zhao Wentian stepped forward, took out the remaining half of the 1916 from his pocket, and took out a windproof lighter.

Then he lit two cigarettes, took one out and gave it to Zhao Kongcheng: "I threw away all your cheap cigarettes..."

Zhao Kongcheng took a deep drag and exhaled, "Uncle, was 1916 bought for me? And the Moutai, I didn't get a chance to drink it..."

Zhao Wentian nodded: "Buying it for the dog."

Zhao Kongcheng chuckled, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he gazed at the gray sky, raindrops splashing on his face...

"Lin Qiye."

"Ah."

"Did you see that slash I made?"

"I saw it."

Zhao Kongcheng smiled, clearly pleased.

He gazed at the sky, still savoring that moment.

"Damn it, even the captain couldn't handle this guy, and I killed him... Don't you think I'm amazing?"

"Well, that's great!"

The two of them said the same thing almost at the same time.

"Having made such a great contribution, if I survive, I'll definitely become a general, right?"

"It can definitely be done!" Lin Qiye's eyes were full of confidence.

"hey-hey."

Zhao Kongcheng seemed to have seen something; the smile on his face was happy and content.

However, the light in his eyes gradually faded...

Lin Qiye's hands trembled. He shook Zhao Kongcheng's body and whispered:

"Zhao Kongcheng, you haven't become a general yet! You can't die!"

Zhao Kongcheng's eyes gradually became unfocused. He opened his mouth, but his voice was barely audible.

"Was I... cool just now?"

"Handsome!" Lin Qiye's lips trembled, but he nodded firmly.

"Wait... when I return... the Zhao family will slaughter all the gods outside of Great Xia!"

Zhao Kongcheng closed his eyes and his body completely relaxed.

He is dead!!!

"I told you long ago, being a hero isn't easy."

Lin Qiye looked at Zhao Kongcheng and muttered to himself, "You risk your life to fight to the death, but who knows?"

Those people eat and drink as they please, and nobody remembers you at all.

But you, but you!

They can only die here silently.

No one cared that, in the pouring rain, a man with a knife had taken down a mythical monster with the body of a mortal.

Those people will just continue to have carefree fun...

So is it really worth it for you?

Lin Qiye stared at the pale Zhao Kongcheng, awaiting his answer.

"Blind man, get out of my way."

Zhao Wentian sheathed his sword, pulled him away, and angrily cursed.

"You know nothing! If it weren't for the old town where you live, how could he have died?"

I told him not to interfere, but he said, "You're a sensible child! You have to protect your family, and he has to protect your whole world."

Yeah, the Night's Watch. They're nothing.

But if it weren't for a Night Watchman like Zhao Kongcheng, I would be dead, and you would have been dead long ago.

"Let me tell you, Zhao Kongcheng's grandparents were mysteriously murdered! We live in the countryside, who would save us?"

Zhao Wentian kicked Zhao Kongcheng's knife away and then hoisted Zhao Kongcheng's... corpse onto his back.

Speaking only in a voice he could hear, he said to Zhao Kongcheng, "The Immortal Sutra is working so quickly, we need to leave soon..."

His hand covered the faintly glowing spot on Zhao Kongcheng's body...

"Yes, you saved my whole world."

But what can I... do for you?

Lin Qiye paused for a moment, then continued, "You said the Night Watchmen have good benefits, and you're not short of money."

"How am I supposed to repay this enormous favor?"