Published: March 8, 2025
The man laughed heartily, "Damn, can't you take a couple of jokes? You actually want to cause me trouble? You're really getting bold..."
As he turned back with a laugh, a brilliant, concentrated beam of sword light flashed into view.
In an instant, it pierced his throat!
A glimmer of cold light with immense radiance!
Chu Yang lunged at him, following the force of the sword, and then delivered a heavy punch to his body, laughing heartily, "I let you laugh!"
The man's body twisted and convulsed strangely for a moment before falling still. His eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief. He clearly never imagined that just a moment ago, he was joking with this companion, and now it turned into a deadly assassin?
He was a throne, and this guy was just a martial sovereign. How could he possibly kill him? Why would he want to kill him?
With these questions, this throne actually died with his eyes wide open!
Chu Yang chuckled as he jumped off the man, then swung his fist heavily at Ji Mo, knocking him to the ground, gasping for breath, "You... still laughing..."
Ji Mo was quite the clever one. He kicked Chu Yang in the stomach, sending him soaring into the air, breathing heavily, "You can be peed on by someone, but I can't laugh?"
As he spoke, he pounced forward, thump, thump, thump...
Chu Yang cried out in anguish, "You laughed? Ouch... you... you kicked my balls..."
Instantly, everyone around burst into laughter. Several onlookers couldn't help but stand up from their spots and walk over, each face showing an uncontrollable smile.
One person laughed as he walked, "Damn, being peed on and still so justified! This is the first time I've seen... did your brain get messed up from the pee..."
Chu Yang retorted angrily, "Try peeing on your pants! Damn it, my thigh is all wet, how bizarre does that feel... ouch... you... you... argh... you hit my groin..."
"Haha..." A wave of laughter erupted again, and seven or eight people quickly approached, all wearing ecstatic expressions.
As they arrived, they saw two men in black rolling around on the ground. One was curled up, clutching his groin, while the other was on top of him, pounding away.
A ninth-rank throne endured his laughter and said sternly, "Get up quickly! What kind of situation is this?!"
At the command, the two immediately jumped up obediently.
Not only did they jump up, but they also jumped exceptionally high, splitting in two directions.
At the same time, two beams of brilliant sword light lit up, turning the dark forest into a bright, incandescent glow.
Ji Mo, embodying body-sword unity, transformed into a god of death bursting forth from hell, radiating an indomitable sword aura, and charged fiercely toward three thrones on his side!
It was like a mountain crashing down.
Chu Yang swung the Nine Calamity Sword, what did it matter if he slaughtered the world!
This fierce move was unleashed! As it struck, it morphed into a raging dragon, and as soon as the sword was thrust out, a spray of sword light shot forth, soaring into the air like a suspended river, a meteor streaking through the sky!
The first throne, still smiling broadly, suddenly felt a chill, and with a soft thud, his body was torn apart, his head, still wearing a radiant smile, rolled up into the air.
The second throne was immediately enveloped in sword light, completely unprepared! His smile froze on his face, unable to shift to horror before he was already shattered and sent flying.
The third throne could only let out a scream as a blood hole appeared on his body.
Next was the fourth! After the buffer of the first three, this throne finally had time to react. In a panic, he drew his sword from its sheath but barely had time to form any strategy before he desperately thrust his sword forward.
The Nine Calamity Sword surged forward mightily, and with a soft snap, the sword broke; a scream echoed as his arm was crushed into dust. Then Chu Yang charged into his embrace, a mass of sword light, spreading out amidst countless blood and flesh, turning the air into a blood-red haze.