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Chapter 279 The Terrifying Song Yingtian

The inner palace of the Heavenly Palace.

Wu Song's eyes turned red, his hair stood on end in anger, his monk's robes fluttered without wind, and the dagger in his hand hummed loudly.

The five phantom tigers behind him solidified completely, their bloodshot eyes glowing crimson, their murderous aura soaring to the heavens.

The aura rose higher and higher, covering the entire venue like a mountain, causing everyone to subconsciously slow their breathing.

Even Dugu Ba and Black Wind King completely stopped fighting, taking subtle positions and vaguely surrounding Yang Zhi's corpse.

A person's name is like a tree's shadow; the three characters "Song Yingtian" carry too much weight.

For decades, he led his troops in battles across the north and south, pacifying bandits, conquering northern barbarians, and suppressing rebellious armies, achieving numerous military exploits.

After that, he roamed the martial world, destroyed mountains and temples, and wiped out countless sects and factions.

He single-handedly dealt a heavy blow to the entire martial arts world of Dayu.

If it weren't for the dramatic changes in the world over the past two decades, which have led to a surge of promising talents, perhaps in one or two more generations, over 90% of the sects in the martial arts world would have disappeared, their lineages severed.

Rumors circulated that after this person came to power, he abused his authority, acted cruelly and tyrannically, and even spent nights in the palace, taking advantage of the imperial concubines.

Many princes and princesses born in the last two years bear a striking resemblance to him, and the number of palace maids and eunuchs who were beaten to death is several times that of before.

How could one not be shocked to see such a powerful and ruthless official appear before one's eyes?
"That damned Song dog, he thinks I'm some spineless coward like Xie Bao who's greedy for wealth and status."
If someone wanted wealth and status, they would have returned to the capital with you and been granted an official position back then, instead of leaving the army under the pretext of injury…

Wu Song spat, his face full of resentment:

"If you want to enjoy wealth and power, then go ahead. Everyone has their own ambitions, and I'm too lazy to bother with you."

But you first harmed Brother Chao, then you harmed the sworn brothers. On the surface you are full of loyalty and righteousness, but in reality you are full of scheming and treacherous thoughts. You are a complete villain!
Over the years, you've ordered your henchmen to hunt me down, launch a massive manhunt, and carry out a coordinated attack to eliminate me. Now you're talking about brotherhood?
I'd like to offer you four words: Utterly shameless!
Moreover, you actually believed that the fact that you ordered Jin Dajian to create a meteorite at night to fake a celestial descent, in reality to secretly transmit demonic arts...

Nobody knows?

Jin Dajian, a clever star from the 108 ominous places of Fajiu Mountain, is skilled in carving inscriptions and seals, and especially adept at forging antiques. His skills are so exquisite that they can be mistaken for the real thing, and he is known in the martial arts world as "Jade Arm Craftsman".

Back then, when the villains of Fajiu Mountain led their army south to conquer the Lian bandits, this man was left in the capital to serve the emperor.

"So... back then, when Brother Jin returned home in glory, he was ambushed and killed by bandits, his entire family wiped out. Was it you who did it?"

Yang Zhi's body stood stiff and motionless, with wisps of black energy surging around him, rising like mist and slowly gathering above his head.

At the same time, Song Yingtian's voice fluctuated for the first time, clearly indicating that he was not aware of the news.

After all, given Wu Song's character, he never concealed his murders, leaving his mark on the world.

The violent death of Kim Da-geon's entire family was completely erased, with all traces seemingly destroyed. It was even believed that a powerful figure intervened and disrupted the natural order, making it impossible to trace back the events.

The sophistication of the methods used truly startled him, and the case remained unsolved.

Now it seems...

"Was it the Gongsun brothers who helped you?"

"Back then, I knelt before the Five Immortals Mountain for seven days and seven nights, but Brother Gongsun avoided me. In the end, he only sent Brother Fan to deliver three precious talismans to repay the debt of gratitude and settle the karmic debt."

Wu Song gave a bitter laugh, his voice low and menacing, as if emanating from the deepest hell, filled with intense hatred and killing intent:
"If it weren't for that, how could I have learned from Jin Dajian about your despicable methods of fabricating and forging a connection with the immortals?"

You scoundrel, always driven by profit and cunning, you created this 'meteorite falling from the sky' and taught 108 demonic arts; your ambitions must be immense.

"After years of running around and secretly investigating, my efforts have finally paid off, and I've discovered your secret..."

At this point, a look of horror flashed across his face, and he spoke slowly and deliberately:
"This 108 Heavenly Fiends and Earthly Demonic Arts is designed to refine people into demons, turning them into mindless, thoughtless, neither-living-nor-death demonic corpses, under your control, from which they can never escape."

"I am unaware of the full extent of your conspiracy, so I have no choice but to kill people and refine their skulls to create this string of bone prayer beads."

As he spoke, he placed his hand on the white bone prayer beads on his chest, his tone desolate:

"To date, nineteen pearls have been formed..."

In other words, of the 108 villains who gathered at Fajiu Mountain, 19 died at his hands, their heads severed and their bodies refined into beads. He carried the beads with him and chanted scriptures day and night, hoping to use Buddhist teachings to eliminate the malevolent energy and demonic intent on the bone beads.

May my former sworn brothers break free from control and be reincarnated as soon as possible.

"So that's how Master got his bone prayer beads!"

Liu Sheng suddenly realized something, slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and felt inexplicably much more relaxed.

My master was not inherently cruel, but there were reasons for his actions, and he had no other choice.

The source of all sins is Song Yingtian, the traitor from the capital.

This old scoundrel is hypocritical. He first murdered his savior, then plotted against his sworn brother. He is audacious, ruthless, and utterly inhuman.

Yet this old scoundrel rose to high office, holding the highest position and commanding the world.

In the imperial court, rotten wood holds official positions. Between the palace steps, beasts feast on their salaries.

The entire court, filled with civil and military officials, was rife with selfish and scheming individuals, leading to widespread suffering among the people and frequent uprisings.

It's truly both pathetic and laughable.

No wonder Master would kill officials and clerks whenever he was displeased, beheading them and leaving a note. Those good-for-nothings deserved to be killed.

"As expected of the person that King Chao valued most back then, he even wanted to pass the throne to you and make you the leader of the stronghold."

You're just like him; you're ultimately out of touch with reality...

Song Yingtian's voice suddenly changed, becoming sharp and piercing, and he let out a strange "heh heh" laugh.

Wisps of black energy rose and surged, condensing into a giant human face above Yang Zhi's corpse.

He had thick eyebrows and a broad forehead, a square face and a long beard, eyes like a hawk, lips as thin as a knife, and a cold and stern expression, exuding an extremely imposing aura.

Upon appearing, he looked down at everyone from his high position, his face indifferent, like a god high above.

His gaze was as heavy as a mountain; a single glance was enough to make one feel suffocated.

Their strength is terrifying and unfathomable.

"This bastard is too good at pretending, I, Old Black, can't stand it!"

At this moment, the Black Wind King cursed loudly, his body trembled, and he transformed into a black wind that howled upwards.

Like a cannonball, enveloped in demonic energy, it crashed into the black face in mid-air.

aggressive.

"Humph!"

The black-faced figure let out a cold snort, which sounded like a thunderclap, making one's eardrums ache.

Yang Zhi's corpse, shrouded in black mist, suddenly sprang up. With the infusion of corpse energy, the Mountain-Driving Whip in his hand clanged, and the talismanic image manifested, transforming into a phantom mountain.

It was as if a hundred mountains had collapsed, crashing down on the howling black wind.

"puff!"

The next moment, the black wind suddenly shattered, and the bear demon coughed up blood and flew back more than ten feet, crashing heavily into a jade pillar before falling to the ground.

He groaned and groaned, unable to get up for a long time.

A mighty demon, with formidable strength, couldn't even withstand a single move!
Dugu Ba, who was once known as the number one person in Jinzhou, suffered greatly at its hands.

Among those in the arena, probably only Wu Song dared to say he was guaranteed to win.

But it couldn't even last one move!
It should be understood that what is in front of us is merely a wisp of divine consciousness attached to Yang Zhi's corpse, not his true form.

They're so strong, how can we possibly fight them?
(End of this chapter)