Creating the Shura Palace in a Fantasy World

Chapter 43: Chapter 43 - Death of the Bihai Dynasty Ancestor



Realizing that Shi Hu was no longer chasing him, He Xianglan let out a sigh of relief, but continued flying at full speed towards the capital.

However, suddenly, a few kilometers ahead, a faint black blur began to form in his vision. This blur soon turned into a gigantic figure, causing He Xianglan to stop abruptly and stare in disbelief.

"That... how is that possible?" He Xianglan exclaimed, seeing Shi Hu in his demonic form appear in front of him.

While his body trembled slightly with fear, He Xianglan tried to understand how Shi Hu, who seemed to have fallen behind, had managed to overtake him and was now blocking his path.

However, Shi Hu was in no mood to answer He Xianglan's questions, as he was in a hurry to return and fulfill the mission given to him by Song Yang. Without hesitation, he launched his most powerful attack: "Punch of Eternal Rest!"

Seeing Shi Hu suddenly attack him, He Xianglan cursed: "Damn it!"

He felt the breath of death and realized how small it was compared to the darkness that surrounded that punch.

Even so, he reacted quickly and tried to use the Sacred Law of Flame to block the terrible energy of the fist coming towards him...

But it was useless... Faced with this powerful energy in the form of a fist, his fire barrier was completely crushed in an instant, and the fist finally hit He Xianglan's chest.

BANG!

BANG!

Countless air-breaking sounds were heard as He Xianglan's body free-fell at an incredible speed after being hit by the fist's energy.

After the impact, Shi Hu, who was in the sky, looked down and saw a huge crater with He Xianglan's corpse. He muttered lightly: "You shouldn't have gotten in my way!"

At that moment, He Xianglan's corpse was lying on the ground with all its bones completely crushed, a sight that defied belief for countless people.

Who would have thought that that body, now reduced to a bloody mass, belonged to a figure who was at the pinnacle of the Eastern Region?

The powerful ancestor and only Holy King of the Bihai Dynasty!

After guarding He Xianglan's remains, Shi Hu once again used Shadow Transformation and returned to the Heavenly Sword Sect.

The only reason He Xianglan's body wasn't completely destroyed was because Shi Hu had moderated his strength, as he knew Song Yang needed the corpse.

Otherwise, even the body of a Three Star Saint King like He Xianglan would have turned to dust in the face of Shi Hu's Punch of Eternal Rest.

Upon reappearing in the sky, Shi Hu was immediately approached by the Shadow Demon Captain, who reported respectfully: "Reporting to the commander: all the members and allies of the Heavenly Sword Sect have been exterminated."

"In addition, all the treasures of the sect and the disciples have been completely collected." the Shadow Demon continued as he handed several special rings to Shi HU.

"Good," Shi Hu nodded slightly as he received the space rings, before ordering loudly to all the Shadow Demons: "Withdraw!"

As soon as Shi Hu's order echoed out, all the Shadow Demons immediately used Shadow Transformation and disappeared, as if they had never been in the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Several minutes after the formation was removed, those watching finally confirmed that the members of Shura Palace had indeed left. Only then did they feel brave enough to enter the sect.

As for the reason? Clearly, to check whether the Shura Palace had left any resources behind.

The Heavenly Sword Sect was the most powerful sect in the Bihai Dynasty, and could be considered one of the best, even among the second-rate sects, second only to the three super-sects and two holy lands.

Even if only a thousandth of the Heavenly Sword Sect's resources were recovered, it would still be enough to raise a Holy family!

With an opportunity like that, who wouldn't be tempted?

However, as soon as they entered, they could only be disappointed, and numerous cursing sounds could be heard:

"What the hell, there aren't even a few low-grade spirit stones left!"

"Don't talk about spirit stones, not even the corpses of the disciples are left. It even looks like the Shura Palace is starving!"

"Shh, do you have the nerve to say that in front of a member of the Shura Palace?"

"Of course not, I still value my life!"

Over the next few days, news of the crushing destruction of the Heavenly Sword Sect spread quickly throughout the Five Dynasties and even in the desolate Land of the Hundred Kingdoms, stories could be heard about Shura Palace.

"Did you hear? The Shura Palace has sent hundreds of saints and even a Holy King to destroy the Celestial Sword Sect!"

"Yes, I heard. Now, the Shura Palace is considered the eleventh first-class power in the eastern region."

"How do you think the strength of the Shura Palace compares to the Five Dynasties?"

"I think the Shura Palace could even compete with the Three Super Sects. There are rumors saying that the ancestor of the Bihai Dynasty was killed by the Shura Palace!"

"That's impossible. Where did you hear that?"

"It was the Blood Demon Sect that spread those rumors. Lately, they've been acting more and more arrogant."

"And do you believe that? It must be just a ploy to destabilize the morale of the Bihai Dynasty's army. As soon as the ancestor shows up, they'll run away with their tails between their legs."

"Of course, there's another possibility, although it's small. It's possible that the leader of the Blood Demon Sect has become a Holy King and no longer fears the Bihai Dynasty."

Countless conversations on this subject could be heard in most of the cities in the eastern region.

Zhenfang Dynasty.

In a wild cave, nestled among towering mountains, a young man dressed in a dark blue outfit and wearing a strange bone pendant around his neck took out some sacred sources from his spatial ring. He then let out a sigh of relief and spoke with joy:

"Finally, I have enough sacred source to awaken my first servant in the Holy Realm."


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