Killing God - Chapter 269

Chapter 269 Carve Up
A bloody hand suddenly emerged from the corpse of the dead Iron Wolf King Spider. This scene was simply too frightening and strange. Ordinary people would probably faint from fright when they saw this scene. However, Shen Shi had returned from the endless battles in the Demon Realm. Not long ago, he had even walked through the Soul Suppressing Abyss, where thousands of ghosts had gathered. No matter how terrifying, ferocious, or frightening it was, he had seen it before. Thus, even though he was shocked when he saw this bloody hand, Shen Shi did not show any signs of panic. Instead, he frowned and took two steps back, concentrating on his guard.

The blood hand twisted. He seemed to be tearing at the Iron Wolf King Spider’s abdomen. He tried his best to make the wound bigger. After a while, his flesh and blood were torn open bit by bit, and another bloody hand extended out from the Iron Wolf King Spider’s abdomen. Then, he placed his hands on both sides of the wound and tore it with all his might. The sound was like a rip of silk. Instantly, a large wound opened, barely enough for an ordinary person to pass through.

Blood gushed out, wrapped in a bloody figure. He twisted his body, which was completely blurred by blood, and desperately crawled out of the wound. Then, with a splash, he fell heavily onto the ground as if he had exhausted the last bit of strength. He did not stand up for a long time.

Shen Shi stared at the bloody man, his expression becoming even more solemn. He even took a step back. At the same time, a talisman was already silently placed in his palm between his fingers.

After a while, the strange bloodman on the ground seemed to be gasping for breath. He slowly raised his head. Blood slowly flowed down from his head. It was extremely viscous. It was unknown whether it was his own blood or the Iron Wolf King Spider’s blood. As his eyelids rolled, two spaces suddenly appeared on his originally viscous face. It was his eyes that opened.

Shen Shi’s body suddenly trembled, because he saw the ghost flames faintly igniting in his eyes. It was surprisingly exactly what he had seen from countless ghosts under Soul Suppressing Abyss in the past.

He instinctively raised his hand. The Heavenly Lightning Strike Talisman in his hand seemed to be about to activate. However, at this moment, he suddenly realized that the ghost fire in his eyes looked very weak. It was as if he had already lost all of his strength and was about to extinguish the lamp.

Heavenly Lightning Strike was a Tier 2 spell, so naturally, Heavenly Lightning Strike Talismans were also Tier 2 talismans of high value. Throwing one out was almost equivalent to throwing out a large handful of spirit crystals. Hence, Shen Shi hesitated for a moment, but he resisted the urge to make a move. He still held the talisman between his fingers and coldly looked at the ghost that was drowned in blood.

After being swallowed by the Iron Wolf King Spider, he was still alive, and he still had the strength to resist tormenting this Fourth Grade demonic beast to the point of half-death. This ghost seemed to be quite powerful, but judging from the shaking flames in his eyes, this ghost seemed to be powerless to recover.

However, when the pair of eyes that flickered with the faint light of ghost flames looked at Shen Shi through the blood on his face, he suddenly felt an icy chill on his body. Although the pair of ghost flames were weak, there was a sense of indifference in them, as if this ghost was looking down on an ant from above.

Shen Shi felt a burst of impulse in his heart. He almost couldn’t help but throw the Heavenly Lightning Strike Talisman out again. Fortunately, after this cold and strange glance, the ghost fire in his eyes had finally been completely extinguished.

The eyes in the pool of blood slowly closed, and the bloodman fell to the ground. Then, he saw that there was no movement.

④

Thousands of miles away, in Floating Cloud City.

Outside the Southern Treasure Square, under the Southern Heaven Gate, it was still as lively and noisy as usual. Countless rogue cultivators came and went in this spacious open space, either setting up stalls, or searching for treasures. The countless spirit materials that were placed on the ground were of varying quality. They had placed their dreams on countless cultivators.

Some wanted to become rich overnight, some wanted to ascend to the heavens in a single step.

Ambition, desire, greed, thirst, lies, and hypocrisy rose and fell among the crowd here, causing scenes to appear in all human forms.

Old Hou was one of them.

He was no longer young, and he had been earning money at the stalls of the Southern Heaven Gate for many years. Relying on his surname ‘Hou’ and his bloodline relationship with the Hou Clan, his life was generally calm. Although he did not live the luxurious and wealthy life he had always yearned for, he did not experience any dangerous storms.

When he was young, he had dreams and ambitions. He had also fantasized that he would advance bravely after cultivating the Heaven’s Path Wizards. After a thousand li, he would shake the world’s fame and fortune. There were even more beauties who would throw themselves into his embrace and live a long and profound life. Even the Sect Leader of the Four Righteous Families would nod and bow to accompany him with a smile when they saw him.

Such a dream, how naive and beautiful, but unrealistic, so quickly in front of reality turned into illusory.

His talent was so bad that he couldn’t even break through to the Qi Refining Realm, let alone anything else. As a descendant of the Hou Clan, it was impossible for him to receive any support. Therefore, Old Hou quickly felt the severe pressure of life, and then this heavy pressure weighed down on him for his entire life.

In order to survive, he had to set up a stall at South Heaven Gate to sell spirit materials, He seemed to be able to do so, but his income was actually meager. He had never met the legendary wealthy, rich, and stupid patron who bought shoddy goods at a high price. However, he would occasionally encounter some cunning and poisonous people. For example, a youth who looked honest and was actually full of bad water back then would often have to make a fortune.

Life is really hard ah …

Fortunately, after half a lifetime of hard work and suppression, he finally had a hope. He had a son who looked outstanding and amazing.

The son’s mother died early, He put in a lot of effort to raise him, and his son had hardly ever disappointed him, After successfully growing up and joining Lingxiao Sect, he broke through to the Qi Condensation Realm five years later and became a direct disciple of Lingxiao Sect. At this time, even the Hou Clan and their own sect members, who had always treated him indifferently and coldly, began to treat him politely in private.

Old Hou was very, very, very happy, so after half a lifetime of suffering, he no longer hated the heavens or any gods, buddhas, and fairies. He began to feel that this illusory thing of life must be fair. If his son was so good, what else could he not be satisfied with?

He loved his son very much. He felt that his son was the most talented and promising young man in the world. Although he only dared to whisper these words in front of his son and was often laughed at by his son as nonsense, Old Hou was still happy. Therefore, his smile was always open, so he was in a good mood even when he set up the stall.

He was reluctant to use every spirit crystal he earned here. In any case, he had no future. He really wished he could give all the spirit crystals to his son on Golden Rainbow Mountain. Although his son was very filial and often told him not to work so hard, Old Hou still felt that he was satisfied with what he had done.

However, in the past few days, Old Hou had been in a bad mood. Apart from coming back every month to see if his son had expired, there seemed to be an accident at the Hou Clan in the city.

The Hou Clan’s own sect did not have any particularly close contact with him. Even though his son had heard that he was very close to the eldest young master of the Hou Clan recently, in the eyes of the Hou Clan, he was actually just a servant. Although he said that he could no longer be as arrogant as before, it was impossible for him to greet him with a smile on his face. Therefore, Old Hou had never been very clear about what was happening in the Hou Clan’s mansion. All he knew was that one day, many aristocratic families in Floating Cloud City suddenly started to stir up a commotion and then swarmed towards the Hou Clan.

Once again, the cruelty of the world was clearly placed in front of everyone. The Hou Clan collapsed in an instant. The remnants of the clan that had lost all their elites were simply unable to stop this carving-up feast. The clan that was leading the way was the Sun Clan, the closest relative of the Hou Clan and the current head of the aristocratic clan in Liuyun City.

The Sun Clan took away half of the Hou Clan’s inheritance without any courtesy. The Xu Clan, which had a huge potential in both Floating Cloud City and Lingxiao Sect, received 30% of its strength, while the rest was divided among the other aristocratic clans that heard the news. In addition, In this cold and cruel partition, There was another surprising but not unexpected thing, That was the original four great clans. The Hou Clan had been defeated, the Sun Clan’s Xu Clan had been reaping profits, and the remaining Zhong Clan had also taken advantage of this opportunity to rush over to split up some of them. However, reality had given them a blow. The Zhong Clan had actually been blocked by the Sun Clan’s Xu Clan. In the end, they had returned empty-handed, not even comparable to some small clans.

Although the Zhong Clan was angry and embarrassed, However, in the end, there was nothing he could do. He had no choice but to endure the humiliation and retreat. In this way, the weakness of this old aristocratic family that had been strong outside for many years was immediately placed in front of everyone. In the eyes of many aristocratic families in Liuyun City, the Zhong family was already placed in the Hou family’s ranks. Sooner or later, they would be destroyed and carved up.

Of course, the old marquis didn’t know too much about these high-level plots. However, after all, he hung up the word “marquis” and knew some people in the past. Therefore, he still inquired a bit. It seemed that something big had happened to the Hou Clan’s main sect. All the people below the head of the clan had died, causing the originally prosperous clan to instantly perish.

Old Hou did not have any deep feelings for the Hou Clan’s own sect. Although he regretted that he might not have the backing of a fox and a tiger in the future, he did not sigh in sorrow. However, he quickly became worried because he heard news that his son, Hou Sheng, seemed to be in the Hou Clan’s squad when the Hou Clan members were killed that day.

Thinking back to the fact that there had been no news of Hou Sheng these past few days, Old Hou felt as if the sky was about to collapse. From the day he received the news, he no longer went to the South Heaven Gate to set up a stall. Instead, he squatted outside the Hou Clan’s mansion all day, hoping to get some information about his son from the people who entered and left there.

However, no one paid any attention to him. The Hou Clan had already been defeated. He was just a minor character from the side of the Hou Clan and his cultivation was so low that he was no different from a mortal. Who would care? Even this mansion was now under the Sun Clan’s name. In the end, Old Hou was even kicked out of the street and kicked into the street. At the same time, he warned him not to come in front of the door again. Otherwise, he would break his legs and throw him out of Floating Cloud City to feed the wild dogs.

On that day, the old marquis spat out blood on the street and was chased out like a dog. As for the pedestrians on the street, no one would look at him, and no one would care about his despair.

The heavens, or the justice of all the gods, buddhas, and immortals, did not see anything at this moment, leaving him with only a broken and aged body.

The old marquis cried loudly in the corner of the street, for himself and for his son, whose life and death were unknown.

Afterwards, a woman accidentally passed by, and for some reason, she seemed to feel a little sympathy for him, but she did not do anything else. She just threw a handkerchief in front of him.

Old Hou saw that there seemed to be a spirit crystal underneath the handkerchief. However, he, who was usually greedy for money, seemed to have no desire to pick it up. As for the woman who looked extremely beautiful and had a strange and charming expression, her eyes were as soft as dripping water. She also sighed slightly and got up and left.

She walked to the corner of the street and looked at the mansion from afar. A strange expression flashed across her eyes. Once upon a time, the secret hidden in her heart was to borrow a man to enter the mansion and live the legendary beautiful days. But now that she was still standing here, the mansion was completely different.

She smiled mockingly and shook her head slightly.

She’s Ling Chunnie.

In this huge city, she was just an ant-like nobody that was no different from Old Hou.

Old Hou’s dream seemed to have been shattered, and she seemed to have hope for the future.

Her appearance became more and more gorgeous, and her figure became more and more irritating. It was as if every inch of her skin was emitting an astonishing seductive force. When Shen Shi saw her, it was even deeper. Even if she stood there without saying a word, many cultivators who passed by were stunned and turned their heads to secretly look at her.

So she quickly turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

There was a vast sea of people in this city. Perhaps everyone was as tiny as ants, but who could truly grasp their own destiny?