"The fire wall, the fire wall is gone!"
"It was that Immortal, he saved us!"
"Immortal! Immortal!"
As soon as the thin man in the blue robe died, the fire wall lost its energy and disappeared. The tribe members, revived from death, wept with joy and knelt in the direction where the figure in the black robe had departed, bowing repeatedly.
"This is the thirteenth one, the next is... the Ghost-faced Blade King, who brutally murdered thirty thousand mortals, including six people of great merit. The resentment on him has already triggered the Karma Lock. Such a person will fall directly into the Eighteen Layers of Hell after death."
Wang Xu held a scroll in his hand, on which was a menacing mask face, alongside a list of his sins, causing Wang Xu to frown deeply.
The evil tasks assigned by the Heaven-Reaching Pavilion offer the most generous rewards, but only a few disciples are willing to take on these evil tasks.
The evil tasks deal with people, making them extremely dangerous. And those who can commit such heinous crimes, which one of them doesn’t have some strength?
This is one aspect, but the real issue is the journey.
The Mortal Realm is boundless, as vast as the Cosmos. In this place, nothing from the outside world can be shown, and a cosmic battleship cannot be utilized. But relying only on one’s speed, how many years would it take to complete the task?
Though teleportation arrays exist in the Mortal Realm, when people see cosmic martial artists who look like demons and beasts appear in towns, it would likely cause immediate panic, even provoking strong individuals from the Mortal Realm to take action.
In the Heaven-Reaching Sacred Cosmos, everyone is human.
According to Senior Lu Chen, the Heaven-Reaching Saint Venerable is from the Human Race, and the creatures born in the Sacred Cosmos were created by him, naturally favoring humans.
Therefore, everyone knows that evil tasks are thankless, and very few are willing to accept them.
But Wang Xu is different. He is human, his speed reaching sixteen thousand miles in one step, comparable to those in the Demigod Chaos Realm, making travel no problem at all.
As for dealing with those heinous individuals, take the thin man in the blue robe, whom Wang Xu just crushed effortlessly for instance; he was only at the Initial White Hole Level, but in this small Zheng Country, he was a ’Nascent Soul Prefecture’ big shot whom no one could subdue. Thus, he was able to wantonly murder mortals to refine his own flying sword.
Dealing with someone of this level is all too easy. Wang Xu has already dealt with thirteen such characters along the way.
"Next, the Ghost-faced Blade King." Wang Xu’s form moved sixteen thousand miles in one step, at a speed so fast it was invisible to the naked eye, heading towards the country where the Ghost-faced Blade King resided.
"Puh!" A head flew up, blood spouting.
A ragged man was pushed forward, neck laid on the blood-soaked platform, the cold glint of a blade flashing by, and another head rolled away.
The one holding the great saber was a tall, burly man with wild hair, his muscles bulging like dragons, his voice like thunder.
But on his face was a Ghost-faced King Yama mask.
The Ghost-faced Blade King.
This is a name that everyone in the nation turns pale at hearing.
His means are beyond imagination, his power capable of overturning mountains and seas, easily destroying a town. The Imperial Palace of the country fell to him alone.
The Ghost-faced Blade King has a well-known penchant: killing.
Killing seems to be his hobby. Every day, he must slaughter a hundred people, using various methods to kill. Seeing the blood spray forth, the Ghost-faced Blade King feels a twisted pleasure.
And today, the Ghost-faced Blade King wielded his great saber, his method of killing shifted from torture to direct and swift. According to him, he was in a good mood today and wanted to kill to his heart’s content.
Thus, one despairing human after another was pushed onto the guillotine, becoming the souls perished under his blade.
These humans wore sumptuous robes, the golden and noble patterns on their clothes clawed ferociously, but no matter how luxurious their attire was, they could not hide the fear in their hearts.
Today, the Ghost-faced Blade King killed members of the royal family of the nation!
"Father! No! You murderers without a shred of mercy, let go of my father... wuu wuu!" a ten-year-old boy struggled desperately, tears glistening in his eyes, looking at the Ghost-faced Blade King with a gaze full of enmity, his words were just half-spoken before a delicate hand covered his mouth fiercely, preventing him from making a sound.
Beside him, a resolute and beautifully appearing woman held the boy tightly, tears glistening in her eyes.
She knew today was the end of the nation’s imperial palace. When the Ghost-faced Blade King had supported their Zhao family to ascend to the throne as his puppets, she had already foreseen that the Ghost-faced Blade King would sooner or later strike against them.
"Hmph! I told you to send me a thousand people every day, yet you dared to mix disabled beggars among them, thinking I wouldn’t dare to kill you because you are the royal family? Die, all of you!" A cold snort spread from beneath the King Yama mask, spreading desperation among all the members of the royal family below.
Instead, the Emperor with his neck on the execution platform had a look of relief in his eyes. A thousand people every day, watching those living beings die in various ways. It was as if a boulder weighed on his heart, suffocating him. Though the Emperor, he had no freedom whatsoever, every command had to heed the Ghost-faced Blade King’s... Such an Emperor might as well not be one.
The only thing that pierced his heart with pain was the royal family members who had helped him ascend to the throne, thinking they would share in the luxury, only to draw them into the abyss of Purgatory along with him... and his eldest daughter and youngest son, they would accompany him in death.