The improved female villains regained their memories.

He felt it wasn't worth it.

His father served in the army for many years and made military achievements, but in the end, he probably didn't go as far as his son in his career.

In any case, the middle-aged man was, after all, a clerk in the city lord's mansion.

So, what's worth it in this life? With just enough food to get by each month, it's not worth risking your life.

It's not worth it...

The barbarians surrounded them, their curved swords gleaming coldly. The middle-aged man looked on and drew his own sword.

He thought of many things.

The passion of childhood, the compromises of adulthood, and the helplessness of middle age.

What was he thinking when he sat alone in a corner of the banquet, drinking his wine?

"kill!!!"

He roared and raised his sword at the barbarian.

Pfft!

As the curved blades fell one after another, blood splattered all over his body, and he roared, feeling all his frustration swept away.

That felt great! That felt great!

He laughed loudly, then was surrounded by barbarians and chopped into mincemeat.

Those wide-open eyes were the same—unseemly in death.

Chapter 149 Killing

There was no heroic struggle, no back-and-forth fighting; in a single encounter, the middle-aged man died at the hands of the barbarians.

Blood splattered all over the barbarians; the middle-aged man's act of assassination had clearly provoked them.

"okay."

A sound came from over there. Bargut was standing there perfectly fine, holding the arrow that had been shot at him in his hand, the arrowhead already broken.

His bronze skin shimmered with a purple, demonic aura. A gust of wind swept up his clothes, revealing the same marks on his chest as those of the sorcerers.

"Humph."

He snorted coldly, and demonic energy filled his hand, shattering the arrow.

He never cared about such useless sneak attacks by the weak.

His gaze returned to the mangled figure on the ground. Balhu, clutching the bones, reached out to Su Murong again.

murderous look.

A murderous aura emanated from afar.

Bargu squinted and looked up. Not far away, in the firelight, a figure was seen dragging a Guan Dao (a type of halberd) as he walked.

Several barbarians were the first to spot him, drew their swords and charged at him, but in the next instant, the figure vanished from the spot.

The sense of crisis was at its peak at this moment.

Barhu instinctively drew his sword and almost instinctively raised his hand to block. With a clang, a Guan Dao (a type of halberd) fell from the sky and collided with the curved blade.

The one wielding the knife was an old man. He glared angrily, shouted loudly, and unleashed countless bursts of energy from his body. With a single slash, he actually cut Balhu's scimitar in two.

"Varied……"

Blood splattered everywhere. Barhu's eyes widened. The broken scimitar and the bloodstains on his body appeared almost simultaneously. The pain caused him to lose his focus for a moment, and he subconsciously stepped back.

He wasn't surprised by the physical pain, but rather by the fact that someone could break through his skin with an ordinary weapon.

The Witch God cultivates himself using demonic energy, much like a cultivator uses spiritual energy to protect themselves. As a member of the Witch Gods, Balhu, while not particularly powerful, does possess the ability to protect himself with demonic energy.

He never expected that a mere mortal could break through his demonic aura protective barrier.

The guan dao swept down, but Balhu reacted quickly and narrowly dodged the attack.

In that instant, an opening appeared. The old man who attacked did not linger in the fight. Instead, he picked up the bloodied and mangled Su Murong and ran away.

He held Su Murong in his left arm and brandished his Guan Dao with his right hand. Several barbarian soldiers nearby tried to stop him, but he killed them all.

The powerful eyes of that ghost swept around, he snorted coldly, used his lightness skill to leap onto an empty horse, and rode away.

"Release the arrows!!"

A barbarian shouted angrily. The barbarians were enraged by the repeated assassinations of Bargu. They all drew their bows and shot at the lone figure. Even the barbarians who were in a hurry stood up and hastily shot another arrow at the figure.

They didn't know how many shots hit; all they could see was the figure riding away on horseback, disappearing into the night.

"Silk Road Pi! (Barbarian language, meaning 'fuck')"

The barbarians began to curse, and Bargut touched the bloodstain on his chest, his eyes flashing with savagery.

“A mere old man, a frail and weak man, actually dares to…”

Before he could finish speaking, a gust of wind suddenly rushed behind him, and he heard the eagle on his shoulder scream, "Watch out!!"

There are still experts!?

He was startled and turned his head, only to see a young man in plain clothes charging towards him with a sword.

The sword tip pierced straight before his eyes, and Bargh's pupils dilated slightly. He clearly saw what was concentrated on the sword tip—

—Spiritual energy.

puff.

This time it was the eagle's turn to widen its eyes.

The sword tip did not pierce Bargu's brow, but instead passed through the eagle's body.

"Why, why..."

The eagle asked tremblingly, but before it could finish, the condensed spiritual energy exploded within its body, obliterating it completely.

Blood and flesh splattered, splashing onto the face of Balhu beside him. He reacted and punched the attacking boy with his fist, which was filled with demonic energy.

But the boy didn't dodge either, and punched Barhu in the face as well.

Between spiritual energy and demonic energy, the young man was ultimately faster.

boom!

The sound of a solid fist hitting flesh, a punch imbued with spiritual energy, knocked Balhu to the ground. Before he could even react, the fist fell like a storm.

Bang bang bang!

"Alright!" the system in my mind said. "If we kill him, the rest of the plan can't be executed. Our target was this eagle anyway, and now that we've got it, let's retreat!"

Yang Pingsheng stood up, the blood dripping from his fists and sword blade falling onto the ground, turning it dark red.

His calm eyes swept over the barbarians surrounding him, and he raised his sword, which once again contained spiritual energy.

Give me some more time.

“This won’t work,” the system said. “The barbarian army is right behind us, and all the people of Liuyun City are here. How many people can you save? Even if you let them run, they won’t be able to escape.”

"I know."

A fierce killing intent suddenly erupted from those calm eyes.

"Please, I'm begging you, just let me vent my anger, I don't want to leave now."

The system shut up.

Yang Pingsheng has experienced three lifetimes, and his emotions have fluctuated greatly. Although he was fine in his third lifetime, the system is still somewhat worried about his plans in this lifetime.

As required, it did not absorb his memories. Without absorbing memories, the deeper the emotions in the world, the more easily it would affect Yang Pingsheng's emotions. All it could do was keep adjusting his mental state.

Given the current situation, it is indeed difficult for it to forcefully demand that Yang Pingsheng retreat.

[Never mind, it wouldn't be good to break him down, after all, it's his fourth life...]

The system, contemplating its future plans, then disappeared into the background.

With the blessing of spiritual energy, Yang Pingsheng swiftly slaughtered the surrounding barbarians. The barbarians were indeed caught off guard by Yang Pingsheng after their leader was attacked, but then the witch gods joined the battle, and Yang Pingsheng was at a disadvantage.

Since the Void Spirit Root doesn't come with any attributes, and Yang Pingsheng isn't currently an Earth Immortal and can't use immortal killing moves, he really has no way to deal with these witch gods. Moreover, these witch gods are well-trained, and some of their demonic energy is even stronger than Yang Pingsheng's spiritual energy. When they all surge up together, it makes it difficult for him to cope.

"If you don't leave now, you won't be able to leave at all," the system involuntarily reminded you.

Yang Pingsheng pursed his lips, took one last look at the people in the square, and flew away on his sword.

Thick smoke billowed high into the sky, and the firelight turned the black sky a fiery red. Yang Pingsheng flew to the wilderness and landed, but suddenly his legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground.

He leaned against a nearby tree and said, "System."

"I'm here, what's wrong with you!?"

"It's nothing, I..."

He gazed at the city illuminated by the firelight, remaining silent for a long time.

Looking upwards, the ethereal sky disappeared into the thick, dark smoke, silent and devoid of joy or sorrow.

Chapter 150 Dead City

Outside the city, inside a cave.

Su Murong was awakened by the cold.

My stomach was empty, and the familiar feeling of hunger spread throughout my body, as if my internal organs had ceased to exist, leaving me completely empty, and even my heart had vanished.

She was completely unharmed, and touched her face in shock, finding no wounds whatsoever.

It doesn't hurt, it's even a little itchy.

Moonlight streamed in from outside the cave, and water dripped from the stone walls, falling onto her face.

Covered with a thick coat, Su Murong got up and smelled a familiar scent from the coat.

Old Man Qian...

She was somewhat dazed, her memory still lingering on the moment she was beaten by Bargu. Vaguely, she seemed to hear many sounds: shouts of killing, angry yells, and the clash of weapons.