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Chapter 216 Even cultivators have blood on their hands.
The sword tip scraped against the rocky tombstone, making a hissing sound that shut out the surrounding noise and killing intent.

The sword tip stopped abruptly, and the sizzling sound ceased abruptly.

Two lines of text were deeply imprinted on the surface of the stone tablet—

You lie buried beneath the earth, your bones turned to dust; I, on earth, remain with my head covered in snow.

"The head is mine!" A burly man standing closest to the swordsman shouted menacingly, spitting as he swung a rusty machete down at the swordsman's neck.

The others, as if pushed by an invisible hand, howled and pounced on their prey like a pack of starving wild dogs.

Just as the blade was about to reach his neck, the black-clad swordsman did not turn around, and an invisible wave of energy suddenly exploded outwards from him!

Bang-!
The people at the front of the group seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, flying backward with screams. The crisp sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard. They landed on the ground howling and rolling around, instantly clearing a small area.

The crowd, who had seemed like madmen, suddenly cleared their eyes.

Some people staggered, and some dropped their weapons to the ground with a clatter.

"Your Majesty..." Ah Qiang's face turned deathly pale, his lips trembled, and fear was unconcealed in his eyes, "Your Majesty, the Purifier..."

Before anyone could react, a hazy blue phantom suddenly rose from the black-clad swordsman's body. The phantom quickly solidified and grew taller, transforming into a colossal battle spirit that stood tall and imposing, wielding a longsword and possessing a majestic countenance, completely enveloping the swordsman.

【Master of Sword-Chi Xiao】

"Damn it! Let's all go at him! Let's wear him down!" someone screamed, trying to dispel the fear in their heart.

More people began to unleash their firepower without regard for anything else. Low-level magic cards exploded like fireworks, energy shocks, cursed black mist, guns and cannons... all available means were used to attack the huge blue war spirit.

"Boom—" A dazzling golden halo suddenly appeared and swirled on the surface of the blue battle spirit, like a divine endorsement.

All attacks, whether energy shocks or physical projectiles, were rendered useless upon contact with the flowing golden halo, failing to even cause a ripple.

The battle spirit remained unmoved, its aura swirling, neutralizing all attacks.

"An epic masterpiece." Someone responded with despair and knelt down.

As the attacks from the crowd gradually subsided, fear spread like a plague, and some people began to quietly retreat.

The epic deterrence aura will provide Kaling with 99% damage reduction.

The attack stalled, and the crowd fled.

"Why are you running!" Ah Qiang roared, his voice sharp and distorted, as he swung his stick and broke the leg of one of the fleeing men. "If he doesn't die, we'll all die."

Those in positions of power know that by the time they see the purgers, they are already doomed.

The term "purgers" doesn't sound like something that can be negotiated.

The conflict between Zhong and Julingsi has always been a fight to the death.

"Kill them!"
Just as A-Qiang was about to provoke the crowd into fighting, his voice suddenly caught in his throat.

Because the swordsman in black made a move.

He didn't even turn around; he simply flicked his wrist, which was holding the Tai'a sword, and with that movement, his blue battle spirit [Crimson Sky] also moved, and the huge battle spirit sword was swung out in sync.

It was not a physical strike, but an invisible and intangible sword intent that swept across with extreme sharpness.

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There was no earth-shattering sound, only a slight tearing sound like a sharp blade cutting through rotten wood.

As he tried to escape, A-Qiang froze, a thin line of blood appearing from his waist. Then his upper body slid down, his internal organs spilling onto the ground.

The terror on his face was frozen in time.

The dozens of people who were at the forefront, who were just roaring, whether they were wielding iron pipes or holding low-level magic cards, all froze at the same moment.

The next second, their bodies were cleanly severed in two, the cuts as smooth as a mirror, and the blood gushed out after a moment's delay, staining the ground red.

"what--!"

The crowd behind them completely broke down, crying, screaming, and desperately trying to escape the slaughterhouse.

Some people panicked and ran into each other, fell to the ground, and were trampled by those behind them. Some people's legs went weak and they knelt down, kowtowing and begging for mercy with tears streaming down their faces.

The black-clad swordsman didn't stop, taking a step forward and swinging the Tai'a sword again, releasing another invisible sword intent.

Chi chi chi——

Dozens more fell, like wheat being cut down, silently.

There was no scream, because the throat and body were severed together.

He walked very slowly, and with each step he took, he swung the Tai'a sword once.

The blue battle spirit [Crimson Sky] moved in perfect sync with him, each swing of the sword taking away a life. The whole process was eerily quiet, with only the faint sound of the sword cutting through the air and the muffled thud of bodies falling to the ground.

The dozen or so-called "supervisors" were terrified and fled in a panic.

But no matter which direction they fled in, no matter whose back they hid behind, they could not escape the omnipresent sword intent.

In a short while, apart from the black-clad swordsman and the stone tablet he erected, there was no one else standing on the execution ground. Limbs and bones were scattered everywhere, blood flowed like a river, and the thick, pungent smell of blood was nauseating.

The swordsman sheathed his sword, and the Tai'a sword returned to its dark scabbard with a soft "clang".

He walked up to the stone tablet and glanced at the inscription.

Then, he suddenly thrust the Tai'a sword, scabbard and all, into the ground beneath his feet!
Boom!

The earth trembled violently, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread out from the point where the sword tip pierced the ground, emitting a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

The tremors grew increasingly violent, and an invisible energy surged wildly in all directions, causing the walls of the high-rise buildings in the park to crack and slowly collapse.

Lin Chen and his companion, who had just escaped to the first-floor corridor, were hit by a shockwave and slammed against the wall, where they were buried by falling boulders.

The energy surge penetrated deep into the earth, causing the sophisticated and efficient underground equipment to flicker and tremble wildly. The energy nodes were brutally severed, rendering them all paralyzed.

The entire park was now silent except for a few feeble groans. The black-clad swordsman moved slowly, approaching the few who had miraculously survived the sword's edge. He gently touched their bodies with the tip of his scabbard, severing their last chance of life.

The so-called "purification" means to eradicate the root of the problem.

He completed another task, but there was no joy on his face.

He came from Daling Peak, a cultivator who focused on self-cultivation and avoided unnecessary killing, yet he became a purifier of the outside world.

The purges are basically divided into two functions: internal and external. Internal purges mainly involve supervision, assassination, and impeachment, with a relatively low killing rate. External purges are exactly what they sound like; they go directly to the enemy's headquarters and kill, kill, kill.

Wang Shou's choices are always unpredictable.

For the task of eliminating external threats, she appointed a swordsman who emphasized self-cultivation.

Another one is Yuki Hinale, who believes in heroes.

The reclusive cultivator and the hero, the two most 'righteous' individuals, were assigned by her to the most ruthless positions.

Moreover, it is very likely to be indiscriminate killing.

The black-clad swordsman's gaze swept over the scattered limbs, a sense of sorrow rising within him. He knew very well that many of the dead were either ignorant people who had been misled or unfortunate souls driven to desperation.

A crisp sound came from afar, the pile of rubble shifted, and a hand suddenly reached out from it.

"Cough cough..."

Lin Chen, covered in dust and dirt, pushed away the rubble that was pressing down on him and crawled out in a disheveled state.

He was panting heavily, shook his head, and looked around. The scene was chaotic, and the air was filled with smoke and blood.

"Luli!" His heart tightened, and he immediately started rummaging through the rubble next to him.

The stones were heavy, and he struggled to move several precast slabs, finally seeing the road underneath.

Her eyes were closed, her face was pale, and there seemed to be blood on her forehead.

"Luli? Wake up!" Lin Chen carefully pulled her out of the crack in the rocks and gently patted her cheek.

Lu Li groaned, his eyelashes fluttering, and slowly opened his eyes, his gaze somewhat unfocused. "Brother Chen?"

"It's good that you're alive." Lin Chen breathed a sigh of relief and checked her injuries. Fortunately, it was just some superficial wounds and dizziness caused by the impact.

"Where...where are we?" Lu Li struggled to sit up, looking around at the hellish scene, and couldn't help but shiver. "Those people..."

"They're all dead. They're all dead." Lin Chen's voice was low as he helped her to her feet. "We need to get out of here quickly."

Lu Li nodded, and was about to take a step when he felt dizzy again and almost fell, but Lin Chen caught him.

The two supported each other, stumbling along as they prepared to leave this hellish scene.

Just then, a cold, heavy, and suffocating sense of oppression descended without warning!
A huge shadow silently enveloped the two of them completely.

Luli's body stiffened abruptly, his face, which had just regained a sliver of color, instantly turned deathly pale again, and his teeth chattered uncontrollably.

Lin Chen reacted even faster, instinctively pulling Lu Li behind him while tensing all his muscles and staring sharply at the source of the shadow—the black-clad swordsman, who had somehow appeared before them.

The black-clad swordsman stood silently, his eyes, hidden in the shadow of his bamboo hat, sweeping across the room with an indifferent gaze and an undeniable killing intent.

He was clearly there to clean up any "fish that slipped through the net".

The swordsman's hand slowly rested on the hilt of the Tai'a sword at his waist.

The shadow of death is so real.

Lu Li gripped Lin Chen's arm tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

Lin Chen's heart pounded like a drum, but he did not back down. Some kind of instinct drove him to take half a step forward, completely protecting Lu Li behind him.

He knew that running away was pointless in the face of an existence of this caliber.

The black-clad swordsman was somewhat surprised; his gaze flickered, and his hand gripping the hilt of his sword paused for a moment.

Soon, his eyes regained their sharpness and determination.

The next moment, the sword was slowly drawn from its sheath.

Suddenly, Lu Li, who was being protected, raised his head and stared directly at the swordsman. "Da!"

She was trembling, stammering as if she wanted to say something.

The black-clad swordsman paused, his gaze remaining indifferent, knowing that the other was about to cry out, "Big brother, spare my life!"

"Great hero," Lu Li pleaded, pulling out the only card he had on him and handing it over, his eyes filled with fervor. "Please, please let us go."

The black-clad swordsman was struck dumb, his eyes trembling uncontrollably.

The simple word "hero" resonated deeply within him.

The black-clad swordsman's pupils suddenly constricted.

The next moment, a flash of sword light!
It wasn't a devastating strike, just an extremely fast, cold glint that grazed past Lin Chen's ear.

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A few strands of black hair fell silently, and blood splattered onto Lu Li's face.

"Ah—" A sharp pain shot through his back, and Lin Chen's brows furrowed as he let out a piercing scream.

However, the injury was not fatal.

He looked up in astonishment, meeting the gaze that flickered slightly beneath the straw hat before quickly becoming lifeless.

The swordsman in black gripped the hilt of his sword, the blade hovering in the air, and coldly asked, "Who is this district manager?"

(End of this chapter)