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The girls with Gu Rongjie all screamed, one after another, turning to flee, hoping to escape this haunted place.

On Lin Baici’s side, Zhou Ya and the others were doing the same,

“Don’t run, you’ll die!”

Lin Baici urged them immediately.

But it was no use; everyone was too scared.

Clang!

The armored guard moved again, appearing beside the man who had run the furthest in the clanking of chains, wielding his sword to strike down.

Swoosh!

The man was cut in two with a single stroke.

“Those who disturb the peace of my Sword Pavilion shall be slain!”

The armored guard bellowed, moving once more to pursue another man, sword ready to strike again.

Swoosh!

Blood Rampage, drenching the yellow earth.

Another unfortunate soul was cut down.

“Stop running, and stop shouting!

Quiet down!”

Red Medicine yelled, reminding the people.

If this continues, we’ll all die!

The one with the High Ponytail felt it was worrisome.

The armored guard had already cut down two people, both of whom had been running the fastest and furthest, which frightened everyone to stillness, petrified in place, daring not to move.

Some of the girls, more fearful, covered their mouths with both hands, afraid to cry out and attract fatal violence.

Clang, the

sound of chains rang out once more, signifying that the armored guard had moved again.

This time, it appeared beside a girl with long hair.

“I…

I didn’t disturb you!”

The girl with long hair shivered, explaining with a trembling voice that was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz.

All the people stood still, looking at the armored figure.

So frightening!

“That Coach Zhang from Palm Harbor, he wouldn’t have been killed just because he coughed a couple of times and spat out some water, dirtying the ground here, would he?”

Guo Zheng was speechless.

If that were the case, Coach Zhang’s death would be too unjust.

[A guard of this Sword Pavilion, the armored sword slave, will kill anyone who dirties this place, disturbs its peace, or enters uninvited!]

The Eater God commented.

Lin Baici frowned upon hearing that uninvited entrants would be killed.

The armored sword slave stood before the long-haired girl, the Door Plank Greatsword in hand not falling.

Just when everyone thought the girl might survive, the armored sword slave suddenly spoke.

“Trespassers of the Sword Pavilion shall be slain!”

With one word, ‘slay,’ murderous aura surged.

The great sword came down, slicing into the girl’s neck from the left side, cutting through her chest, and emerging from the right side of her waist.

Swoosh!

Cut in two with a single stroke.

The onlookers’ eyeballs twitched, nearly spasming.

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

A few of the more frightened ones collapsed onto the ground, their legs weak and powerless.

Gu Rongjie’s scalp tingled, and she felt a deep sense of loss.

The long-haired girl was a talent she had unearthed last year and had been carefully nurturing for a year.

Just half a month ago, she secured a role as the second female lead in a period idol drama with heavy screen time and several popular male idols as co-stars.

Her chances of becoming famous—and a revenue generator for the company—were high.

But now, she had been cleaved into two by that armored monstrosity!

However, Gu Rongjie soon had no time to worry about her cash cow anymore; whether she herself could survive was still uncertain.

Gu Rongjie quickly scanned her surroundings for any chance to escape and noticed that the young man whom Boss Fu had intended to introduce to her was watching the armored monster with a calm demeanor.

The woman beside him with the bear-like stature did not seem frightened either; on the contrary, she looked somewhat eager to try her hand.

She couldn’t possibly be thinking of attacking this monster, could she?

“I am the armored sword slave of this Sword Pavilion.

You have trespassed, and thus you must die.”

The armored sword slave’s voice was fierce.

“This monster is fast!”

Red Medicine quietly warned.

“Yeah!”

Lin Baici was already on full alert, but the sudden movement of the monster to slay Coach Zhang had been alarmingly fast.

Hearing the armored sword slave’s words, the faces of the people lost all color.

Does this not mean we all shall die?

Gu Rongjie, not deficient in intelligence or shrewdness, quickly spotted a loophole.

If this monster intended to kill trespassers, why bother speaking so much?

It could have simply started killing!

“What must we do for you to allow us to leave?”

Gu Rongjie asked, her attitude humble.

The armored sword slave, true to its name, was covered in thick armor from head to toe—even the mouth and nose, with only two fist-sized openings at the eyes, through which a pair of crimson eyes glowed ominously.

It stood about two meters tall, already a hulking figure, which, when armored and wielding a two-meter-long great sword, resembled a fearsome iron-blooded warrior of old.

“To kill all of you would offend Heaven and taint the King’s Sword with deathly aura, an ill omen.

Yet, not to slay you means to fail in subjecting you to the might of the King’s Sword!”

The armored sword slave’s gaze was stern: “Thus, choose ten among you for sacrifice, offer their severed heads to honor the King’s Sword, and the rest may leave.”

Upon hearing this, the complexions of all present greatly changed.

“What does ‘human sacrifice’ mean?”

Boss Fu whispered to the young man with the ear studs; wealth he had in abundance, but his cultural and scholarly knowledge was scant.

The young man with ear studs had no mood to answer him.

The atmosphere on the scene was especially oppressive.

Gu Rongjie turned her head and locked eyes with Boss He.

‘Human sacrifice’ refers to the ancient practice of killing people to accompany the dead in their tombs or for ritual offerings, prevalent during the times of slavery but gradually declining by the Warring States period.

Some emperors in history would also have their concubines and court ladies buried with them upon their deaths.

Human sacrifice is a particularly cruel custom.

“Actually, if you think about it, sacrificing ten people to save dozens seems like a good deal!”

He Zhongkun made his position clear.

He feared death and did not wish to prolong the confrontation.

What if the monster changed its mind?

Therefore, he wanted to quickly select ten individuals for the sacrificial offering.