Chapter 419: Tang San, Sneaking Around Behind the Scenes
Outside Heaven Dou City, the fires of war raged.
After Qian Renxue, in her form as the Angel God, suppressed Dugu Bo, Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, Yang Wudi, and others, the morale of the Spirit Empire army soared.
The Heaven Dou Empire's final line of psychological defense was nearly shattered, and everyone's gaze was drawn to the great battle beneath Heaven Dou City.
The Spirit Empire's frontline army, the remnants of the Heaven Dou army, and the reinforcements from Star Luo.
Even various powers across the continent were staring at Heaven Dou City.
Everyone thought that what would determine the continent's landscape next was whether Qian Renxue could break Heaven Dou City in one fell swoop.
But no one expected that just as Qian Renxue personally arrived at the front line, a purple-black crack would silently appear behind the Spirit Empire's army.
That was where several border cities of Heaven Dou, which the Spirit Empire had just captured, were located.
These cities originally belonged to the Heaven Dou Empire.
After Jialing Pass fell, they had surrendered one after another.
Qian Renxue did not order the slaughter of the cities, nor did she allow her troops to loot.
The Spirit Empire had strict military discipline.
After taking over the city defense, they even maintained order in the city, comforted the commoners, and distributed food.
For the ordinary commoners in the city, they had simply changed the flag on the city walls.
Although they were fearful, they could barely continue to live.
But this night, everything changed.
Qinghe City.
This was a medium-sized city not far from Jialing Pass.
The commoners in the city had originally gradually settled down.
After the Spirit Empire took over the city, the arson and looting they had imagined did not occur.
There were still patrolling soldiers on the streets, grain shops were open as usual, and the injured remnants of the Heaven Dou army were held together and not executed at will.
Many people even breathed a sigh of relief.
They thought the war had already passed over their heads.
As long as they did not resist and lived with their heads down, they could wait for the chaotic times to end.
After the night deepened, the lights in the city gradually went out.
On the city walls, Spirit Empire soldiers patrolled in armor.
A young soldier looked at the faint golden light in the direction of Heaven Dou City in the distance and whispered: "I heard the Young Lord has already arrived under the walls of Heaven Dou City."
An older soldier next to him corrected him: "You can't call her Young Lord now; you must call her Your Majesty, the Angel God."
The young soldier nodded quickly.
"Yes, Your Majesty, the Angel God."
Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.
It wasn't the night wind.
It was a chill rising from the depths of his marrow.
The torches on the city wall went out one after another.
The city wall, which had been fairly bright, plunged into darkness in the blink of an eye.
The older soldier's expression changed.
"Who is it?"
There was no response.
Only black mist.
The purple-black mist slowly spread from the shadows of the city wall, like sewage crawling out from a crack in Hell, spreading along the brick joints to the surroundings.
A soldier was just about to ring the alarm when the shadow under his feet suddenly twisted.
A pale ghost hand reached out from the shadow and violently gripped his throat.
"Ugh—"
The soldier's body stiffened.
The next moment, a wisp of translucent Soul was forcibly dragged out of his body.
He opened his mouth in terror but could not make a sound.
That wisp of Soul was swallowed by the black mist the moment it left his body.
Immediately after, the second, the third, the fourth...
The Spirit Empire garrison on the city wall fell almost in an instant.
They had no wounds on their bodies.
But their eyes were gray and hollow, as if they had been hollowed out from deep within their bodies.
Amidst the black mist, a figure in a black robe walked out slowly; it was Tang San.
He held the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe, and his face was even paler than before.
The wounds left on his chest by Di Tian's Dragon God Claw had not completely healed; three golden-black claw marks were deeply embedded in his flesh, constantly clashing with the Rakshasa Divine Power.
Every step he took, the wounds would send waves of tearing pain.
But Tang San's eyes became increasingly crazy, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up as he looked at the lights in the city.
"Qian Renxue."
"Aren't you trying to unify the continent?"
"Don't you not kill those who surrender?"
"Then I want to see. After the cities you worked so hard to conquer are turned into dead cities by me, what will you use to rule?"
He gently raised the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe.
"Rakshasa Domain."
"Seal the city."
Boom—
A purple-black light curtain rose instantly from all four sides of the city wall, enveloping the entire Qinghe City.
The commoners in the city were still asleep.
But the next moment, they were all awakened by a cold Aura.
Some pushed open the windows and saw the sky had turned an eerie purple-black.
Some ran to the street and saw ghostly figures emerging from the black mist.
Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, Flender, Liu Erlong, Zhao Wuji, Qin Ming, Tai Long.
Eleven Undead Titled Douluo stood quietly in various parts of the city.
Their bodies still had cracks from being destroyed by Di Tian's Dragon God Claw and then repaired, and their Auras were slightly weaker than at their Peak.
But to ordinary people and ordinary Soul Masters, these undead were still an inescapable nightmare.
Tang San stood above the City Lord's Mansion, his voice cold: "Kill."
"Bring back all the Souls."
With the order given, Qinghe City turned into Purgatory.
The Bibi Dong undead waved its hand, and Death Spider Silk spread from the streets of the city, entangling a squad of Spirit Empire patrol Soul Masters.
Those Soul Masters desperately released their Martial Souls, but they couldn't even last a breath before being dragged into the black mist by the spider silk.
The Ghost Douluo undead roamed between the shadows, specifically hunting those who tried to ring the alarm or pass messages.
The Chrysanthemum Douluo undead's black-gold petals were like the Grim Reaper's blade, sealing the city gates and main roads.
The Ma Hongjun undead spread its gray-green fire wings; the Nether Phoenix Fire did not burn houses but specifically burned vitality.
Wherever the flames passed, the commoners' bodies fell one after another, and their Souls were extracted.
The Flender undead circled high in the sky; the Four-Eyed Owl scanned the whole city, and anyone hiding in cellars, wells, or between roof beams could not escape its search.
The Zhao Wuji and Tai Long undead smashed through defensive strongholds in the city, suppressing all remaining resistance.
Screams traveled from the east of the city to the west; cries, pleas for mercy, and sounds of fleeing were intertwined.
Someone knelt on the ground, holding their child and crying: "We have already surrendered to the Spirit Empire!"
"We are not the Heaven Dou army!"
"Don't kill us!"
But the undead would not respond, and Tang San would not respond.
In his eyes, the people in this city had only one value.
Souls.
Wisps of Souls rose from the city, as if pulled by invisible threads, flying continuously toward the rakshasa altar above the City Lord's Mansion.
Tang San sat cross-legged in the center of the altar, the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe floating in front of him.
A large number of Souls poured into the altar, turning into a gray-white Soul river, pouring into his body.
The Dragon God Claw marks on his chest were finally suppressed a little under the washing of the Soul power.
Tang San closed his eyes, a sickly comfort appearing on his face.
"Sure enough."
"Human Souls are more suitable for Rakshasa Divine Power."
"Soul Beast Origins are powerful but not complex enough."
"People's fear, hatred, and unwillingness are the best nourishment."
He opened his eyes and looked toward Heaven Dou City in the distance.
Golden Angel Holy Light was faintly shooting into the sky there.
Qian Renxue was still at the front line.
Tang San laughed.
"You are conquering the world in the front."
"I am harvesting your cities in the back."
"Qian Renxue, this continent is not something you can unify just because you want to."
After Qinghe City, it was Baiyuan City.
After Baiyuan City, it was Jiamu City.
These cities were all places that the Spirit Empire had just captured.
Qian Renxue had personally ordered that surrendered cities should not be slaughtered, commoners should not be disturbed, and the order in the city should remain as usual.
So many people originally thought that although the Spirit Empire was powerful, it at least still had rules.
But Tang San's arrival destroyed all of this.
He did not attack the city.
He did not declare war.
He did not occupy.
He just killed.
Extracted Souls.
Offered sacrifices.
Then left.
When the Spirit Empire's rear army received the news and arrived the next morning, all they saw were dead, silent cities.
On the city walls, the golden Angel flags were still fluttering.
But under the flags were corpses all over the city.
The Spirit Empire's garrison died.
The Heaven Dou soldiers who had just surrendered died.
The merchants died.
The women died.
The old and children also died.
What was even more terrifying was that there were no vengeful Martial Souls left in the whole city.
All Souls were extracted, and even the Angel Holy Light could hardly trace them.
Outside the third dead city.
Tang San stood in an abandoned drill ground.
The corpses around him piled up like mountains, and wisps of Soul power flowed along the rakshasa altar, finally gathering into the six black Soul cores in front of him.
These six Soul cores were different from the Soul cores that previously resurrected Xiao Wu and the others.
They were heavier, more domineering, and also carried an extremely intense Bloodline Aura.
Clear Sky Hammer.
Clear Sky Sect.
Tang San looked down at the six Soul cores, a complex look appearing in his eyes.
Once, he was also proud of the Clear Sky Sect Bloodline.
Tang Hao was his father.
The Clear Sky Hammer was his Second Spirit.
The Clear Sky Sect was once the root he could rely on in his heart.
But later, these all changed.
The Clear Sky Sect did not truly protect him.
Tang Xiao died.
The Five Elders of the Clear Sky Sect also died.
In this world, no one truly stood by his side.
Everyone betrayed him.
Everyone disappointed him.
Since they couldn't help him when they were alive.
Then after they died, they should become his power.
Tang San slowly raised his right hand.
In his palm, an old token of the Clear Sky Sect appeared.
The token was already damaged, but it still retained the Aura of the Clear Sky Sect Bloodline.
This was the Sect Master token that Tang Xiao had once left behind.
Tang San cut his palm with his fingernails, and blood dripped onto the token.
His blood contained three types of Auras: Blue Silver Grass, Clear Sky Hammer, and Rakshasa Divine Power.
The moment the blood fell, the six black Soul cores vibrated violently.
Tang San whispered: "Take the Clear Sky Bloodline as the guide."
"Take the Rakshasa Divine Power as the bone."
"Take the Souls of the whole city as the sacrifice."
"Return."
"The dead of the Clear Sky Sect."
Boom—
The rakshasa altar suddenly erupted with purple-black light shooting into the sky.
Above the sky, dark clouds rotated, forming a huge vortex.
Deep in the vortex, it seemed as if an invisible hand was reaching toward the old land of the Clear Sky Sect, reaching toward those long-dead Soul imprints.
A deep hammer sound suddenly rang out between heaven and earth.
Dong.
Dong.
Dong.
It was like a heavy iron hammer hitting the Void Realm.
The first Soul core cracked.
Amidst the churning black mist, a tall figure slowly condensed.
The person was burly with a majestic face; even with gray-white eyes, one could still see the Aura of a Sect Master during his lifetime.
Tang Xiao.
Clear Sky Sect Master.
The former Xiao Titled Douluo.
His undead body slowly opened its eyes.
A gray-black Clear Sky Hammer condensed in his hand.
On the hammer body, it was no longer the domineering and fierce orthodox Clear Sky Soul Power, but was wrapped in purple-black Rakshasa Death Qi.
Nine Soul Rings slowly appeared at his feet.
Although not truly resurrected, with the piling up of the rakshasa altar and the Souls of the whole city, the Tang Xiao undead was still forcibly raised to the Super Douluo level.
Tang San looked at him, his expression a bit dazed, and said: "Uncle."
The Tang Xiao undead did not respond.
He just held the Clear Sky Hammer and stood hollowly in front of Tang San.
The trace of daze in Tang San's eyes disappeared quickly, replaced by cold satisfaction.
"That's good."
"Won't question, won't be disappointed, and won't betray."
"You are more useful now than when you were alive."
The second Soul core cracked.
An old man with white hair and beard walked out of the black mist.
The Second Elder of the Clear Sky Sect.
A moment later, the Five Elders of the Clear Sky Sect all returned as undead.
Their faces were gray-white, their eyes hollow, and each condensed a Clear Sky Hammer contaminated with Rakshasa Death Qi in their hands.
The moment the six Clear Sky Hammers appeared at the same time, the entire abandoned drill ground could not withstand that heavy pressure, and the ground collapsed inch by inch.
Tang San slowly stood up.
Behind him were the eleven Undead Titled Douluo including Xiao Wu, Bibi Dong, Dai Mubai, and Ma Hongjun.
And in front of him were the newly refined Tang Xiao and the undead of the Five Great Elders of the Clear Sky Sect.
Seventeen Undead Titled Douluo.
Even though many of them had damaged Origins due to Di Tian's Dragon God Claw and their Auras had not fully recovered, such a lineup was still enough to make any power on the continent shudder.
Tang San opened his arms, a crazy and satisfied smile appearing on his face.
"See?"
"This is the power that belongs to me."
"Shrek, Clear Sky Sect, Spirit Hall."
"All the people who have had anything to do with me in the past will eventually return to my side."
"Not in the way of the living."
"But in the most loyal, quietest, and most unbetraying way."
The Tang Xiao undead and the Five Elders undead knelt on one knee at the same time.
Gray-white Soul fire burned in their eyes.
No intelligence, no dignity, no pride of the Clear Sky Sect.
Only the obedience engraved by the Rakshasa Divine Power.
Tang San slowly raised the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe.
"From today on, the Clear Sky Sect is no longer the Clear Sky Sect."
"You are the Clear Sky Undead Army of the Rakshasa Divine Court."
"Tang Xiao, be the head of the Clear Sky Undead Army."
"You have only one task."
"Smash the cities Qian Renxue just conquered for me."
"Kill all her garrison, swallow her commoners."
"Let her know that her so-called unification is just building a sacrificial ground for me."
The six Clear Sky undead raised their heads at the same time.
Purple-black lightning wrapped around the Clear Sky Hammers.
Tang San's eyes flickered with gloom, and he continued to order: "Bibi Dong, take Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo to attack the Spirit Empire's rear supply lines."
"Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Flender, clear out the Soul Master strongholds in each city."
"Tang Xiao, take the Five Elders and head straight to the rear of Jialing Pass."
"I want to make Qian Renxue's army attack the city in the front, and have fires start in the back."
"I want her to know that even if she is the Angel God, she cannot save everyone."
Speaking of this, Tang San suddenly chuckled.
"Doesn't Tang Chuan like to save people?"
"Doesn't Qian Renxue want to unify the continent?"
"Then I will make one unable to save everyone, and the other unable to hold the defense."
"This continent will only understand one thing in the end."
"Light or life."
"Before Rakshasa, they are all just jokes."
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