Chapter 1: I'm willing to give up everything!

  The vast desert is filled with smoke and haze, the setting sun is like blood, sprinkled on the top of the cliff, half of the green mountains are dyed red!

  On the precipice of a thousand feet, the dark wind howls like countless wronged spirits and lingering ghosts, telling the world about their grievances.

  "Gurgle, gurgle!"

  Bodies lie scattered all over the cliff edge!

  The young man sat leaning against the edge of a rock, his throat moving convulsively, his face as pale as a ghost, his eyes sunken, and his whole body covered in blood.

  The corners of his mouth, thick blood flowing freely.

  In these pitch-black eyes, the gaze emanating from them was filled with despair and unwillingness, overflowing with grievances that reached the heavens.

  Fierce winds cut through bones, mixed with a strong bloody smell, making people's whole body feel cold.

  "Oh, gods and deities in heaven, unknown existences, hear my cry for help! Please assist me, avenge me, I am willing to give up everything, all that I have, just to kill those scums, kill King Jing'an, I am willing!"

  I am willing to give up everything!

  Straining their voices to the utmost, they shouted with all their might!

  The young man's pale face showed a sickly flush, his spirit was high. His eyes were about to crack, he used all his strength to shout at the sky, hatred filled the air, his voice thundered, and echoed continuously in the continuous mountains.

  "I'm not reconciled!!"

  In the endless mountains, this resentful voice echoes. As if all his resentment condensed into the most terrifying curse on this world.

  The young man's eyes gradually dimmed, vitality visible to the naked eye, rapidly slipping away. His body gradually went limp, and finally, not a hint of life was seen again.

  On that ferocious face, there still remained a lingering resentment towards the enemy from his lifetime, which had not dissipated for a long time.

  Die with eyes open! The wronged soul will not disperse!

  At this scene, on the cliff edge, a dozen black-clad men, with glints of cold steel in their pupils, some just icy intent, without a shred of pity.

  "Haha... this little scamp can really run! Ha... haha..."

  A low, urgent panting sound, like a dog's, came from behind the dozen or so black-clad figures.

  The group of black-clad men immediately trembled all over, showing a reverent expression. They turned sideways, took two steps back to make way, put away their knives that were still stained with blood, bowed their heads and said respectfully: "We've seen the Dog Master!"

  "Hah...... Hah...... Hah......"

  In the midst of the crowd, a person wearing tattered hemp clothing and with disheveled hair and a dirty face emerged slowly on all fours.

  In his eyes that were as black as ink and showed no whites, a cold, bloodthirsty glint flashed repeatedly, occasionally revealing a hint of slyness.

  Sticking out a big tongue covered with moss, sniffing everywhere, flies and mosquitoes follow behind in a riotous dance, even more dirty and inferior than beggars.

  "Woof! Woof!"

  Five or six huge black dogs, as big as humans, followed closely behind, darting back and forth. They bared their teeth, revealing yellow fangs dripping with saliva, their ferocious eyes flashing in and out of sight, sending a chill down one's spine.

  "However, wanting to escape from my dog king's pursuit, ha...ha...". Dog King licked his black nose, leaving a smelly saliva on his face, and looked at the eyes of the young corpse with a hint of pride, saying: "There is still no one in this world!"

  The numerous black-clad people beside him immediately said:

  "Your tracking skills are number one in the world, who can escape!"

  "With Dog Grandpa around, who can escape?"

  "Oh yeah, oh yeah, you still have something to say, Dog Master!"

  That dog heard these praises and lifted his head, very happy, but he also said: "You're right, isn't it, Xiaobao!"

  As he spoke, Dog King turned around with his hands and feet together, sat on the ground like a dog, and looked at the robust man behind him who was as strong as a giant bear and wore animal skins.

  Upon hearing this, the robust man's muscles bulged like a normal person's thigh, his arm as thick as a millstone, swung up the blood-colored giant axe in his hand and slammed it casually onto the ground.

  Muscles rippled like a giant python, almost bursting the animal hide that covered them, revealing an utterly terrifying power.

  This man's towering stature, fifteen or sixteen inches above the average person, stood out in this place. His eyes constantly flickered with a fierce and violent light, like a god of murder, making people tremble with fear at the sight of him, not daring to look straight at him.

  "Boom!"

  A loud and violent muffled sound.

  The axe handle was actually crushed into powder by the boulder, and the ground burst open with five or six deep and immeasurable cracks. The group of black-clothed men were shocked in their hearts, and for a moment, the reverence in their eyes became even more apparent.

  "Hmph," Xiong Ba wrinkled his nose, grunted, and furrowed his brow, but didn't bother with Dog King. He changed the subject, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes as he said:

  "I thought that boulder was some kind of treasure? This little trash's old man is nothing more than this. He was cut in half by my sword along with the axe. Now that I think about it, it's really disappointing."

  Xiong Ba shook his head and said, "I don't know what the king is looking for with this rock. It's a waste of effort, unnecessary."

  At this moment, a calm and gentle voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the words of the overbearing man.

  "You can't say it like that."

  Hearing this, Xiong Ba and Gou Wang both looked at the speaker at the same time.

  A middle-aged man in a green robe, with a five-foot green sword on his back, his hands covered with old calluses clasped behind him, a hint of cruelty flowing between his eyebrows.

  The cold wind howls, the green robe rustles and makes a sound.

  His sword hummed lightly, his eyes were sharp, and he seemed to merge with the momentum of the green sword, his aura was extremely overbearing, even Xiong Ba and Gou Wang couldn't help but admit defeat.

  The middle-aged man's gaze swept across every person in the room, and anyone who was scanned by his gaze felt as if a sharp knife had been inserted into their heart. They couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spine, their whole body trembling slightly, feeling like they were being pierced by a thousand needles, with cold sweat dripping down.

  "Nan Shan Jian Ke." Dog Wang and Xiong Ba both nodded slightly in response.

  The swordsman's toes barely touched the ground, his body floated up like a goose feather, light and airy, stirring up a gust of clear wind, landing over ten zhang away.

  "It's said that...” Nan Shan Sword Guest murmured, "This Mo family, over a hundred years ago, had a cultivator who suddenly appeared out of thin air, and was indeed glorious for a time! Although they have declined to this point today, the depth of their foundation is not something that can be underestimated."

  "Huh?" Lang overcast his eyebrows: "Is this really true? I thought it was just a rumor, fabricated by those idle commoners."

  "This is not an unfounded rumor." The Swordsman of South Mountain pondered for a moment, then continued: "Legend has it that over 100 years ago, the Supreme Immortal cultivated the Great Way beside this boulder, comprehended the Heavenly Mandate, and used the boulder to forge his sword.

  Who would have thought that he was met by a farmer. The farmer saw the immortal practicing swordplay and remembered three moves.

  His thick eyebrows suddenly rose, revealing a hint of surprise.

  "With just these three moves—" The Southern Mountain Swordsman's expression changed, his eyes lit up, and he revealed a scorching glow as he said:

  "That farmer suddenly appeared, beheading the evil python and slaughtering the barbarians. This matter shook the world, many talented and outstanding individuals joined forces, yet were no match for him!"

  At this point, Xiong Ba and Dog King exchanged a glance, both catching a glimpse of shock in each other's eyes.

  "After the war, the farmer disappeared. But in just a few years, the Mo family rose to prominence! And that farmer..." Nanshan Jianke's voice rang out: "Was indeed an ancestor of the Mo family!"

  Listening to what Nanshan Sword Guest said made sense, Dog King couldn't help but nod his head, his eyes rolling rapidly as he panted and said:

  "Hmm... I've also heard of this. The Mo family ancestors occupied this large boulder, and based on the boulder, they comprehended the sword. They passed down three moves of swordsmanship in their family, which eventually became six moves, and made a name for themselves throughout the world."

  "This boulder is exactly what the king wants!"

  Nan Shan Jian Ke hummed softly, his expression changing to a hint of disdain: "I've heard that many immortal sects have this Pangu Sword Technique, but they all have the complete six moves. Yet, the Mo family, which created the Pangu Sword Technique, has declined and only has three moves left! The Mo family is getting worse with each generation!"

  "His Majesty has indeed seen the immortal! If there is an immortal to point out one or two things, can the future be limited?" Xiong Ba revealed a hint of cruel cold smile: "His Majesty favors this stone, it's their good fortune. The Mo family doesn't know how to appreciate kindness and seeks its own death..."

  "Come here." As he said this, Xiong Ba turned his body and shouted loudly, the cruel glint in his eyes becoming even more apparent. He pointed at a bald-headed man: "You go take a look, see if that little scum is dead or not?"

  "Yes!" The bald man responded in a low voice, gripping his steel knife, his eyes gloomy, and slowly walking towards the young corpse.

  The dog king narrowed his eyes, his scarlet tongue licking his face, shaking his head, a hint of madness on his face. With a "whooshing" sound, the steel knife stabbed into the chest of the corpse at his feet: "The rest of you... Ha... Ha... Search all the corpses and see if there are any that aren't dead yet. We must eradicate them to the root!"

  "Whoosh!" The Dog King fiercely drew his knife, and the corpse's chest immediately sprayed with fresh blood.

  "Understood!"

  These five or six men in black, holding steel knives, stabbed each corpse once. No one noticed that the youth's body, leaning against the rock, had been dead for a long time, and his fingers trembled slightly to an almost imperceptible degree.

  ……

  A faint "puff puff" sound came from beside my ear. The steel knife entered the flesh, making a dull thud like cutting a watermelon.

  "Abandon everything? Avenge you? Alright, the contract is formed, I promise you!"

  The young corpse sighed softly in his heart, feeling the resentment and hatred left behind by the original owner of this body before his death, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness.

  "Whoosh!" The bald man stabbed the corpse next to him with a single slash, viciously inserting the steel knife into its chest. He pulled out the knife and the fresh blood splattered onto his face.

  The bloody smell instantly filled his nostrils, causing the bald man's eyes to become congested and turn red.

  The bald man licked his lips, his eyes fell on the remaining corpse of the young man, and he walked over with a cold smile, holding the knife handle upside down. The next moment, the blade was about to pierce the chest of the corpse, saying: "Little scum, reincarnate in the next life! Know your place, there are some people you can't afford to offend in this lifetime!"

  The next moment, a sudden change occurred!

  That long-frozen youth's eyes suddenly burst open without warning!

  Suddenly, the resurrection shocked Baldy, leaving him stunned and losing his mind for a moment.

  In this fleeting moment of spark and flame—

  The young man's right hand suddenly grasped the three-foot green blade lying beside him and swung it back in a reverse motion!

  The sword's shadow suddenly emitted an arc-shaped light, and it flashed by in an instant!

  "Hmph!"

  Blood like a column! Fresh blood gushed out from his neck like a spring!

  The bald man felt a chill on his neck, his face stiffened, and his wide eyes were filled with horror and incomprehension.

  "Isn't he dead?...... How can it be......"

  Unfortunately, this thought was not yet complete. The bald head suddenly went black in front of his eyes, and his whole body went limp, crashing to the ground, with a hollow gaze, vitality rapidly slipping away.

  The young man suddenly dodged and rolled, avoiding the light head, propped himself up against a rock, his eyes like a poisonous snake, staring tightly at his surroundings.

  This sudden scene was unexpected.

  After half a response, the remaining black-clad men suddenly woke up like a dream. Loudly shouted: "Mo Bei this little scum is not dead yet! Kill him!"

  As soon as the words fell, several men in black rushed up like wolves and tigers, eager to chop him to death with their knives.

  The young man's expression didn't change as he gazed at the black-clad man with an aura of unparalleled ferocity, his voice cold and detached as he spoke to the original owner of this body:

  "This world, two suns? Not Earth..."

  "What a deep grudge! Are those scoundrels the ones? It seems that if I don't avenge you, I won't live long either. Don't worry, I will definitely avenge you and kill them all!"

  The young man had just finished speaking, and the dense resentment that lingered on his face suddenly disappeared a lot!

  "So many people... *cough*..." The young man's tone changed, his face slightly pale, wincing in pain as he coughed softly and said: "Let's leave this place first! But we need to distract them somehow!"

  Then he looked at the crowd and shouted: "I would rather kill myself than die in your hands, even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go!"

  Desperately waving the sword in his hand, looking back was utterly hopeless. Before the crowd rushed over, the young man turned around and deliberately made a staggering motion, jumping onto the rocky mountain and rushing towards the cliff, pretending to stumble and run away.

  He made a gesture of suicidal cliff-jumping and even deliberately turned his head back in indignation!

  Then with both feet heavily stomping the ground, he leapt up, opening his arms to meet the fierce wind, and in an instant fell into the endless abyss! Completely disappearing before the black-robed man.

  Those five or six men in black rushed over and looked down at the cliff. The bottomless abyss, like a terrifying giant mouth opened by the devil of hell, wanted to swallow everything in the world!

  This group of black-clad men suddenly became frightened and pale, their souls unsettled. One of them almost fell over, sitting on a rock.

  "Suicide? Hmph, King Wang said to cut the grass and eliminate the roots! Then I want to see the person alive, and see the corpse dead. Get me a rope, go down and find the body!" Dog Wang said slowly, his voice echoing throughout the mountain range.

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