All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 845 - 166: Lord of the Inheriting Heaven (14k words, long - , seeking monthly pass)_2

Chapter 845: Chapter 166: Lord of the Inheriting Heaven (14k words, long Chapter, seeking monthly pass)_2

But now is not the time to think about this. He turned his head and looked at Nan Huaijing: "Shall we kill the horse and then take turns driving the cart?"

"That would waste our combat strength. What if we encounter a Heavenly Demon on the road? But if there’s absolutely no other way..."

The anger in Nan Huaijing’s heart had not subsided, and his brows were tightly furrowed. The surrounding area was far from peaceful, just like Sun Xuan’s situation. If some villages were oppressed too severely, they might fully turn to the Heavenly Demon and undergo complete demonization at any time. This so-called rear was actually not a rear at all; it could turn into the frontline at any moment.

"Look!"

A weary Gu Fei looked into the distance and noticed something. His eyes lit up: "There’s smoke from cooking fires? It seems the rear still has some food supplies!"

"Then let’s go and have a look. If they’re still unwilling to trade, killing the horse then will still be timely." With a choice available, Nan Huaijing didn’t bother to ponder further. After the team rested for a while, they set off towards the direction of the cooking smoke.

But Qu Yan was still somewhat puzzled: "Why does it seem... like the smoke is rather large?"

The smoke was indeed large.

Because it was a fierce flame setting the entire village on fire.

A squad of Martial Artists was methodically massacring the entire village. The weaker ones surrounded the village from four sides and released Ghost Gods to devour farmers who tried to escape or hide in muddy pits and field ridges.

At the center of the village, several Martial Artists were performing Ritual Sacrifice, gathering the bodies and Soul Spirits of the villagers, encompassing them within a Formation.

Soul Refinement.

"What... What is this?!?"

Gu Fei turned pale with shock upon seeing this scene. As a Martial Artist, he had never harmed commoners. Perhaps it was a form of arrogance, but any amount of arrogance was better than contempt and slaughter.

Especially when he saw a Martial Artist allowing his Ghost Gods to devour an old farmer in his own fields, Gu Fei felt his blood rush to his head and immediately tried to draw his sword. Both Sun Xuan and Qi Hezheng, fellow Dust Li people, were similarly glaring with rage, and Qu Yan also wore an angry expression.

No matter what, it was different when Heavenly Demons kill versus when humans kill. Heavenly Demons were beasts, enemies, natural disasters—but humans... there were some things humans should never do.

Clack clack clack...

But before Gu Fei could draw his sword, he heard a gnashing sound, something cracking.

A tall figure stepped forward, standing at the front.

Nan Huaijing had drawn his sword.

In that instant, Gu Fei suddenly recalled a rumor.

— A former top disciple of True Transmission, Nan Huaijing, at the age of three, witnessed his village being overrun by bandits, the whole village slaughtered, and only he survived by being thrown into a well.

Without any superfluous words, Nan Huaijing sprang forward. Even while airborne, his Whole Body spun in three colors, turning into a white light, roaring and piercing through the atmosphere, as he slashed at the Martial Artist laughing heartily while allowing Ghost Gods to devour villagers.

Mid-laugh, the Martial Artist sensed Nan Huaijing’s sudden attack, but it was already too late. Amidst several expanding airwaves, he was torn apart by Nan Huaijing’s Sword Light, exploding into a bloody mist.

His Ghost Gods also fell dead and scattered within an instant due to contract backlash.

"Who?!"

A cry of shock and rage echoed from the village as a Martial Meridian leaped out: "Who are..."

Before he could finish his words, Nan Huaijing swiftly killed two more Martial Artists surrounding the village. Gu Fei and the others had already drawn their swords and were charging forward to attack.

This person was indeed a Martial Meridian, and his strength was indeed considerable. But he was injured and was being besieged by Gu Fei and others, who were not weaker than him, and slightly stronger. Naturally, he fell in an instant. After killing those who had allowed beasts to feast on people, Nan Huaijing returned to the village, and without hesitation, aimed another sword at slashing this Martial Meridian!

"Buzz!"

Though there was no sign during his previous defeat, faced with inevitable death, this person suddenly surged with dim yellow mist like clouds, flowing like a river, forming a Netherworld Nine Curves Formation, blocking Nan Huaijing’s sword.

"Taiming Sect?"

His sword’s edge blocked, Nan Huaijing didn’t hesitate, immediately slashing a second time—this time, his Sword Light shone with the sharpness of Jinghuang Qi.

But this Protective Body Formation was incredibly powerful. Even Nan Huaijing’s sword, which made even the Divine Repository wary, only managed to bend it slightly, unable to break through.

Seeing his life temporarily safe, this young-looking Martial Artist screamed sharply: "Don’t you know who I am? I am Feng Qiguan, my ancestor is Feng She True Lord of Taiming Sect!"

Hearing this, the young Martial Artist thought it would make the group somewhat apprehensive. But instead, it only earned him an additional kick from Qi Hezheng—the Array only countered lethal injuries: "Call your mother, would you? We’re here to kill scum like you!"

Nan Huaijing grabbed him by the head, a pair of eyes like fierce flames seemingly about to burn him entirely: "Are you truly a True Lord’s descendant?"

He carefully examined Feng Qiguan in front of him, then looked at the corpses within the Formation nearby. They were all thin, dark-faced people who lived their whole lives scraping a living from the land. They had faced hardship due to the Great Demon Hunting and Hundred Tribes War, unable to keep even grain rations, and now their blood and souls were being seized for Soul Refinement material.

Among the corpse pile were children, equally skinny, resembling big-headed dolls with sunken eye sockets and gaunt cheeks. Their heads broken and casually tossed into the Formation as filling material.

Blood Qi surged and rage soared like a tide, the overflowing anger within Nan Huaijing now materially burning. His grip on Feng Qiguan’s head tightened until the skull cracked and the Protective Body Formation appeared: "So you’re saying..."