The Demon Swordsman 3
Ch. 157 - Massacre in the Early Dawn

Sunny in the morning brought a dry breeze, the palace courtyard looked so desolate at the beginning of dawn. The door inside was locked, the head of the bodyguard had not left his room since a few minutes ago. In ordinary days, the man never missed his routine schedule.

The dormitory containing the bodyguard began to row. Some were still sleeping while the rest were wondering where the chatty man had gone.

In another room, a man glared. His eyes were red, his facial ripples were like freshly stung by poison. He vomited blood, holding the sword that was stuck in his stomach until someone in front pulled him forcibly. Those red-colored murky eyes stared intently at the person in front of him, glimpsing a blue light behind the hood of his black robe. The emblem of sparks and lightning on the chest of the figure was briefly visible before the man finally collapsed on the floor. Exhaling his last breath.

That blind morning, footsteps were already galloping on the front porch of the palace guard dormitory. But the figure walking towards the door was not the head of the bodyguard. The bloody sword in his hand he touched. The dormitory door was open, there was no way out other than that door.

Xin Chen entered and locked back in. Raising his sword to the right, made the dozens of people in their room shocked not to mess around.

The tip of the sword was still dripping red blood. Until not long later the commotion immediately erupted. One by one the heads were cut off, the walls splattered with bloodstains that were so thick. There were even those whose bodies were stuck headless, slaughter continued to occur sadistically. Not a single body is intact. Blood flooded the room, there were no more lives left. They were gone in less than ten minutes.

Xin Chen stared long ago at the corpses he had killed. No regrets, those people deserve it. Although they are not entirely wrong.

He wrote something on the floor of the board that was untouched by blood.

"The Peace will Arrive."

And inwardly, he was actually waiting for when he said; "The end of the Era of peace has come."

His foot turned towards the door, opening it slowly. Blood came out under the foot of the door, Xin Chen burned it to the ground and closed the place back.

Whoever first opened the room would definitely faint. He left immediately, heading towards the Fangzu River which was only a few hundred meters away. Enter through a secret door that should have been safe. The person standing guard there has been cleared. Only those left would be standing guard around the Fangzu River.

Looking at the entourage of riding men, Xin Chen aimed at them with a fire arrow from a distance.

One of them with a head protector directly fell off the horse, his head translucent by the arrow. While his comrade was shocked instead of artificial, immediately looked for the source of the threat, but Xin Chen had first arched three of them on target. The three men collapsed, leaving only five more.

Xin Chen jumped from the tree branch, splitting the head of one large man until his body was cut in half.

Suddenly his actions made the others retreat, about to attack but a deadly slash had come lodged in his neck and chest. Xin Chen finished off the horde, marginalized their corpses into the bushes and continued Shi Long Xu's plan.

His face had been stained by the blood of slaughter, Xin Chen was looking around for the rest of his hunted men before the ritual time began. Unfortunately, he did not find it and ran out of time.

Shut up for a while, Xin Chen had now been at the location where Shi Yong Gu should have been performing the ritual with his wife. He closed his eyes, feeling the air of the human presence around.

There were still forty people in the west, not so far away but it was still safe if he played cleverly. What to look out for was the two Emperor confidants, Xin Chen had to figure out how to get rid of those two people before the Emperor sent a signal to his guards.

Deep in the quiet stream, peace comes with the cool air of the Fangzu River. The woman was nearly 40 years old with a long dress and a robe made from a tangle of golden threads walking by her husband's side. The clothes he wore were made with selected materials, bearing an emblem on the back of his robe, indicating that he was part of the Shi clan.

He was carrying a golden bottle. The two stood by the river, staring at each other in peace. The birds perched on the trees, singing songs to both.

But unfortunately the bird is not a bird with a melodious voice that makes the morning feel colored.

It was just a crow, roaring to sing a death song. The screams have stopped. The wind slowly shook Shi Yong Gu's clothes. The two people behind him put on a sudden alert face. The wife felt a sudden bad feeling.

"I want to go home."

"Why, wife? What's up?"

"I just ..."

A cast of iron discs startled the woman, tearing her shirt a little. He screamed, so scared that he fell on the water. The flow of blood in the river made the Emperor glare, the Fangzhu River was the cleanest river in history. He followed the source of the blood flow, seeing a head being stuck on a rock.

Shocked at not messing around one of the men watching Shi Yong Gu. He looked to the side where his partner was still standing.

Right, his friend is still standing there.

But his head has disappeared.

Then something rose up from the water of the Fangzhu river. A spirit came out from there, crawling. His face resembled that of Shi Yong Gu's dead bodyguard.

Shi Yong Gu's wife screamed. The spirit began to chase after the one remaining bodyguard, with the spirit sword in his hand the man was chased all out.

Shi Yong Gu was left alone with his wife, he turned on a firecracker. But before the firecracker went up, a hand caught it and drowned it in the river.

The man's hands were trembling. On the water, a human being who was so faint was staring at him. The morning was suddenly so sad. The sword in the figure's hand had been bleeding, and the blue eyes were glaring with fury as they looked at him.

Shi Yong Gu thought that it was a spirit, he did not see the foot tread in the water or even on the ground. Meanwhile, his wife fainted. He panicked, immediately helping his wife pull over.

But the more he moved away the figure got closer. Now it is clear, his view is not wrong. It was a spirit. But the moves look very real. Subconsciously, the spirit had stood in front of him, thrusting a sword into Shi Yong Gu's heart.

The man realized that blood was starting to wash over his mouth. The Spirit holds his shoulders.

"Your judgment has come."

Blood was sticking out when Xin Chen pulled the sword. Shi Yong Gu's body fell face down on the edge of the river. His blood flowed along with the clear water in the Fangzu River. The place where his ancestors rested.

The crows of the crow are heard again. One life has fallen. Xin Chen looked at the woman not far from Shi Yong Gu's side.

The woman was the figure that gave birth to Shi Long Xu. She did not take the woman's life despite knowing after this the man would be devastated after knowing her husband was murdered.

This is the request of his son.

Xin Chen stared around, it seemed that he was late to escape. Tens or even hundreds of people had gathered at the place with shocked faces. Xin Chen slightly did not expect their numbers to be this many as Shi Long Xu said that they should only have 40 people left.

The Emperor Guards numbering a hundred and ten people fell silent petrified. Seeing a black-robed figure with a sword and a cloak-covered face had just taken the life of their leader.

Like an angel of life who has no foot on the ground.

One of them tried to kill Xin Chen. And in an instant a black power spread out. A black line emerged from within the river, piercing through the man's heart.

Spirit power began to move, branching off in pursuit of the other man. While the black fog began to envelop the Fangzu River. Make it the site of the next massacre.

The cloaked figure moved towards the bodyguards who were beginning to hesitate to advance, they retreated involuntarily. There was even a sword that fell.

The screams and dying groans sounded in the next second to several minutes. One by one the bodies were cut off, none of them could escape. Spirit power came out, chasing those humans and killing them. Part of the body disappeared other than just lying on the river rocks. Proof of the massacre.

Xin Chen pierced the neck of a man, raising his sword until the man did not tread. His death came so painful. At that moment Xin Chen burned the rest of the people who were about to kill him from behind.

The fight against those hundred people became even faster as he used spirit power.

The black fog slowly faded away, the Fangzu River returned bright. Scars of blood, weapons and corpses were scattered everywhere.

No one survived the incident. Except Shi Yong Gu's wife.

Just a few minutes after the massacre, a group of people came after getting the shocking news.

And even more shocking to him, the figure named Shi Yong Gu was actually killed that day. This would have been the biggest problem in the Wei Empire in recent years. No one expected that man would meet his end. Though it was recorded that he should still be escorted by nearly two hundred people.

And more painful than the two hundred, all died.

In less than a day, the news spread throughout the Empire with no exception to those outside the center. Everyone grieved and began to wonder, who was Shi Yong Gu's killer?

Because of the news that circulated, it was said that there was no trace left of the greatest massacre that had ever occurred within the Wei empire. Where only one person can kill two hundred people at once. Including the Emperor of the Wei Empire in it.