The Star River Era! The Dimensional Freedom Demon

Boom!

Shen Yanqiu, leaning against the city wall, felt a shiver run down his spine and staggered as the vibrations, which were still felt from a thousand miles away, reverberated through him.

Looking at the city walls covered in dust, Shen Yanqiu was deeply shocked.

"This is beyond human capability!?"

A longing rekindled in his heart.

Ignoring the cries and screams from within the city, Shen Yanqiu turned and headed south.

He made his decision.

He wanted to participate in the new imperial examination and study the Yunlong Classic.

...

Ji Chen casually tossed aside the massive, nearly pulverized ancient log, his gaze sweeping over the city wall with its gaping hole, and he shouted in a deep voice:

"Let's go into town!"

As Chen Xianli stared at the hole in the city wall, wide enough for four horses to ride side by side, a chill ran down his spine, leaving him speechless with fear.

"This...this is the supreme power in the world? No...this is the King's strength?"

Although I had heard countless tales of my prince's bravery, nothing could compare to seeing it with my own eyes.

He truly single-handedly caused chaos throughout the world!

As soon as Ji Chen gave the order, his figure transformed into a torrent of lightning, the dust beneath his feet whipped up by the strong wind, rushing straight towards the city lord's mansion like a yellow dragon spitting mist. Along the way, gravel flew everywhere, and even the air seemed to be torn apart, leaving a trail of afterimages.

Behind him, spiritual imagery rose, and a giant dragon suddenly rose from the ground.

Its bluish-black scales gleamed with a cold, hard matte sheen, and every inch of its protruding muscles was as taut as cast iron. It lacked any of the sacred solemnity that a divine beast should possess, and only the most primal savagery surged between its muscles.

Ji Qingyun's excessive compatibility with various cultivation methods has affected both the external and internal aspects of his spiritual imagery.

After the image of the giant dragon appeared, the thousands of soldiers behind Ji Chen seemed to see countless broken and tragic skeletons, as well as a sea of ​​blood with tens of thousands of corpses.

Although it was clearly a manifestation of spiritual imagery, everyone could smell the pungent stench of blood. This smell filled them with fear, while simultaneously igniting a bloodthirsty killing intent within them.

"Charge!"

"kill!"

"The time to achieve great things and establish a career is now!"

Not long after.

hold head high!

A roar exploded, and the sound waves transformed into a visible hurricane wave, sweeping across the land like a stampede of ten thousand horses.

The garrison's tents inside the city trembled violently in the gale. The flickering candles and torches in the camp were instantly swept away, and the sparks were swirled into tiny specks of light and disappeared into the darkness before they could even flash.

In the blink of an eye, most of Yicheng was completely submerged in thick ink, with only the howling wind sweeping across the city walls and the faint cries of panic coming from the direction of the city lord's mansion in the distance, intertwining and spreading in the darkness.

Fear and death intertwine in the darkness.

boom!

The heavy gate of the city lord's mansion was easily torn apart by Ji Chen like thin paper. Then, the wood chips flew out like bullets from a gun, and blood splattered all over the bodies of countless low-ranking generals and soldiers. They were executed on the spot.

"Martial... Martial King!"

The robust, white-haired old man looked panicked. He got up to say something, but his head was smashed into a bloody mess.

After Ji Chen entered the city lord's hall, he delivered a single punch, leaving the old man Ying Qifeng dead without a trace. The force of the punch continued unabated, tearing apart the mansion wall in front of him in an instant. The fan-shaped shockwave instantly swept up layers of ground, burying a group of armored soldiers in it.

The remaining leaders were horrified, their faces changing color rapidly, as if a bottle of dye had been spilled.

Someone tried to escape, but Ji Chen stomped his foot heavily, sending a plume of dust behind the escapee. The escapee was then shocked and instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist, not even having time to scream.

The others were horrified and couldn't help but beg for mercy:

"King Wu, wait! We..."

Before these people could finish speaking, Ji Chen flicked his ten fingers, his inner energy shifting and sword energy crisscrossing. All the beggars who had not yet knelt down had their heads shattered, and their voices were cut off.

Only a few astute individuals who had heard of Lu Xiao's past and the story of King Wu's rise to power, and who had already knelt on the ground, managed to escape this calamity.

call……

call……

In the dimly lit hall, the suppressed gasps of the survivors rose and fell.

In a short time, the council hall, which had previously gathered more than a hundred people, was reduced to only two or three people still intact.

How terrifying!

How terrifying!

An elder of the Tianli Sect was pale and expressionless. His hair was covered with sticky bits of blood and flesh, which slid down his face and mouth with cold sweat. He had lost the courage to even raise his hand to wipe them away.

With a flick of his sleeve, Ji Chen shook off the remaining traces of blood between his fingers.

The fists that had fought their way from the city wall to the city lord's mansion, killing hundreds of people with their bare hands, had now regained their smooth, jade-like luster.

He was relaxed and composed, as if he were just a refined gentleman who had just finished months of hard study and was taking a spring outing to relax, without a trace of hostility about him.

He listened to the shouts of killing and screams outside the mansion, yet also heard the scattered sounds of street fighting, until the people at his feet were so terrified they were almost lying on the ground, before he finally spoke:

Get up.

Ji Chen calculated the time, "You can clean up the mess in half an hour."

"...Yes, Your Majesty!"

The three remaining leaders felt a chill in their hearts, but hurriedly agreed.

What a cruel nature! Even though the matter was already settled, they still made them wait half an hour before surrendering.

This King Wu was ruthless not only to his opponents but also to his subordinates!

With this in mind, they became even more cautious in their actions, fearing that they might offend this vicious person.

Ji Chen stepped outside the hall and gazed into the distance.

With the last two unparalleled masters in the world killed by him, he could now conquer this world alone.

But why bother?

He is a king. If he does everything himself and others rest on his laurels and enjoy the fruits of victory, what kind of state would that be?

Auxiliary lineage, minor lineage, noble title, official position...

Only real, tangible achievements can earn him respect.

. . . . . .

The fighting lasted all night, only ceasing at dawn.

Of the four thousand soldiers, over three hundred were killed or wounded, and the remaining enemy kills...

Two thousand eight hundred and sixty-two people.

The military clerks would count off the personnel, record their merits, organize the files, and then submit them to the relevant auditing department.

Whoosh—!

Squads of soldiers brought buckets of water and vigorously washed away the congealed, blackened bloodstains on the street.

"I've severed sixteen heads... I wonder how many more heads our Yunshan Sect is short of achieving the merit of a 'minor sect'?"

One of the disciples asked, panting.

His companion hesitated for a moment before answering:

"Didn't our senior brother kill a battalion commander? That should be enough to make up for a lot of credit."

They all knew in their hearts that in order to win the qualification to attack the city together with King Wu, the sect leader had spent a lot of money and incurred countless favors.

If they fail to achieve enough merit this time, not only will the sect leader punish them, but they themselves will be ashamed beyond measure.

In every street and alley, disciples of this sect were plotting their schemes.

Standing atop the city wall, bathed in the morning glow, Ji Chen, surveying the city, nodded slightly.

The bait he offered—the minor and auxiliary sects—successfully aroused the enthusiasm of sects from all over the country, who vied to serve him.

"Fame and fortune, fame and fortune..."