Nangong Zhe's Yama avatar was glaring at him with a ferocious expression. However, his furious eyes revealed an extreme calmness.
"You killed 162 people in your lifetime, 76 of which were women and children. I hereby sentence you to eternal hell! "
Looking at one of the souls in the corpse, Yama opened the Book of Life and Death in his arms. After carefully counting the sins of the soul, he drew a line on the Book of Life and Death with the Judge's Pen in his hand. A medium-sized black hole opened right under the corpse's feet, and waves of wails came out from the black hole.
"Roar! Roar! "
The corpse seemed to have lost its ability to speak. It could only roar and struggle. It hoped to escape the black hole's gravitational pull, but it was all in vain. It could only fall.
After the withered corpse fell into the black hole, the aura of the King of Hell behind Nangong Zhe seemed to have risen slightly.
"Mm."
Yama let out a satisfied grunt.
After that, Yama's figure became slightly blurry, and countless human-sized avatars of Yama split off from Yama's main body, standing in front of the deceased souls.
"I hereby sentence you to reincarnation!"
"I hereby sentence you to eternal hell!"
"I hereby sentence you to ten years in prison!"
… …
Voices of judgment rang out in the Asura Blood Sea Diagram. Every soul was judged based on what they had done in life.
The mountain of corpses and the sea of blood shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye under Yama's judgment.
Finally, when all the souls were sentenced by Yama behind Nangong Zhe, the thick blood and murderous aura became extremely weak.
"As expected … Lord Li Yang said you would be able to form your own force through the Asura Blood Sea Diagram. Lord Li Yang's judgment is more accurate! "
The crimson-robed man who had pushed Nangong Zhe into the sea of blood with a cold expression was now clapping his hands with a smile on his face as he looked at Nangong Zhe, who was standing on the spot and digesting the power of his Yama avatar.
"If I'm not mistaken, you're the one who broke into the Shikkoel Forest and stole their legacy item, right?"
Nan Gongzhe looked at the blood-robed man and said quietly. His eyes were filled with 30% respect and 70% vigilance. It was enough to show that Nangong Zhe was afraid of the man in the blood-red shirt.
"Oh? I didn't expect you to know something about me. "
Hearing Nangong Zhe's words, the man in the blood-red shirt was a little surprised, but his eyes were still calm.
"Everyone said that it was because I was possessed by the devil that I barged into the Shikkotsu Forest and stole their sacred item. However, how many people know that this so-called inheritance belonging to the slug originally belonged to us, the inheritors of inner strength? "
After hearing the man's words, Nangong Zhe's mind was in a mess.
"The Inherited Holy Relic belongs to us?"
"Not bad." The man in the blood-red shirt nodded and proved his words, "As everyone knows, inner strength and Chakra belong to different cultivation systems. Chakra can't be used with inner strength. So why is this sacred item passed down from the Shikkoel Forest so perfectly used by us, the cultivators of inner strength? Naturally, it's because it originally belonged to us! Back then, when I heard the news, I barged into the Shikkoel Forest and stole it. I forged this Heaven's Calamity Sword and left a trace of hope for my inner strength. "
The man in the blood-red shirt's explanation was very clear. However, Nangong Zhe did not want to believe him completely. Anyone who was possessed by the devil had a strange way of thinking. This person could forcefully resist the chaotic thoughts of the devil, but it did not mean that he was not affected at all.
"Hehe, kid, you're really cautious. Fine, fine. I can understand if you don't believe me completely. " The man in the blood-red shirt said with a smile. However, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, "Although you passed the first trial, I still don't fully agree that you can be the owner of the Heaven's Calamity Sword!"
After hearing what the man in the blood-red shirt said, Nangong Zhe's heart skipped a beat. All of a sudden, he leaped. The man in the blood-red shirt appeared where Nangong Zhe was originally standing. The Heaven's Calamity Sword was stabbed into the ground.
If Nangong Zhe did not dodge just now, he would have been injured.
"Here!"
The man in the blood-red shirt waved his hand and threw a wooden sword in Nangong Zhe's direction.
"Since you're a swordsman, how can you not use a sword?"
The wooden sword flew towards Nangong Zhe with a strong gust of wind. Nangong Zhe reached out his right hand and grabbed the wooden sword's hilt. However, the huge force forced Nangong Zhe to turn his body to remove the force from the wooden sword.
When Nan Gongzhe grasped the wooden sword in his hand firmly, his essence, Qi, and spirit became completely different from before. It was as if he had entrusted everything to the sword.
"The Art of Sacrificing Mind? Not bad! "
The man in the blood-red shirt saw Nangong Zhe's state and smiled slightly. However, he immediately pounced on Nangong Zhe.
One move after another, although there were no subtle changes. Every time he attacked, he attacked the enemy's most vulnerable areas and hurt the enemy's defenseless areas.
In just one move, Nangong Zhe's body was covered in blood.
"Is that it? It's still a bit lacking! "
Nangong Zhe looked at the man in the blood-red shirt's mocking eyes. An inexplicable anger appeared in his heart without any warning.
"Ha!"
Nangong Zhe shouted and his hands moved. He displayed the Fatal Thirteen Swords that Nangong Rou had taught him one by one. One move after another, the killing intent continued to accumulate.
"The Fatal Thirteen Swords?" The man in the blood-red shirt recognized Nangong Zhe's sword moves at a glance. There was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "Do you know that I created this set of sword moves?"
The man in the blood-red shirt also changed his sword moves. He had been defending against Nangong Zhe's continuous sword moves. Now, he had turned all of his defenses into attacks. They were fighting attacks with attacks.
The two men's sword moves were getting more and more open. One could only see faint shadows.
Finally, one of them seemed to have been hit and was sent flying.
As expected, the one who was sent flying was Nangong Zhe. On Nangong Zhe's right shoulder, blood was flowing out of a bloody hole. Traces of lightning moved up and down on Nangong Zhe's wound, preventing Nangong Zhe's wound from healing.
Yes, it was the masterpiece of the Calamity Sword.
"Your mind is in a mess! Do you think that you can become a real swordsman with a few exquisite sword moves and your physical fitness? You're too naive! "
The man in the blood-red shirt looked at Nangong Zhe and said.
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