The divine fire dissipated, and the night wind swept by.
In the square, apart from the corpses and bloodstains scattered everywhere, not a single fallen one could be seen.
It was as if the horrific massacre just now was nothing more than a nightmare.
Holding the divine blade, Dongfang Jing stood silently amidst the golden light, like a war god who could not be profaned.
The voice of the divine test echoed in his mind once more.
[The Second Trial of the Blazing Sun God - Divine Punishment.]
Mission Objective: Proceed to the City of Slaughter and annihilate 10,000 Fallen Soul Masters.
[Task duration: Two years.]
[Punishment for failure: The divine test is interrupted, and divine power is withdrawn.]
'Slaughter City...'
A knowing glint flashed in Dongfang Jing's golden eyes.
Having spent the past few months in Dragonflame City, he had heard about this sinful place.
He withdrew the divine light around him, and his magnificent divine armor and the blazing sun blade in his hand turned back into specks of light and disappeared into his body.
He was still that silver-haired boy dressed in coarse linen clothes, but his golden eyes showed that he had been completely transformed.
He slowly walked into the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, and came to stand in front of Zhang Yong.
At this moment, Zhang Yong had already fallen into a coma due to excessive blood loss.
Dongfang Jing's gaze swept across the square.
The surviving citizens remained kneeling on the ground, looking at him with fervent reverence, as if he were a god.
Dongfang Jing ignored them.
He walked to a corner where a fallen soul master, who had miraculously survived the massacre, was trembling so badly that he was soiling himself and shaking like a leaf.
He was the only one among Blood Butcher's men who was not affected by the sword light because he was the furthest away.
Dongfang Jing walked up to him and looked down at him indifferently.
"Where is the entrance to the City of Slaughter?"
The fallen soul master felt his soul freeze when he was looked at by those emotionless eyes.
He dared not hide anything, and poured out everything he knew, like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.
"In...in a small town in the far western wilderness...in this town, there is a tavern...the entrance to the tavern is located underground..."
Having received the answer he wanted, Dongfang Jing nodded.
The next moment, a sharp glint flashed before my eyes.
"call--!"
The Fallen Soul Master's head fell off with a thud.
Dongfang Jing turned around and walked towards the medicine boxes that had been scattered from the carriage.
He sorted all the medicines into categories and placed them in the center of the square, leaving behind some gold soul coins.
"These medicines and soul coins will be distributed equally among those who need them."
His voice echoed throughout the entire square.
Having done all this, he did not linger.
He glanced at the ravaged city and at the survivors.
It then transformed into a golden streak of light, soaring into the sky and disappearing instantly into the horizon.
Only in Dragonflame City remains the legend of the "Blazing Sun Blacksmith".
Much later.
The people in the square finally recovered from their extreme shock.
They looked at the mountain of medicine and several bulging bags of money in the center of the square.
I finally realized that I wasn't dreaming.
"The gods...the gods have revealed their power!"
"We're saved! We're saved!"
The joy and gratitude that had been suppressed for so long erupted at this moment.
Countless people embraced and wept, bowing repeatedly in the direction where the Eastern Mirror had disappeared.
After Zhang Yong woke up, he learned what had happened from the people around him.
He stared blankly in the direction of the blacksmith shop in the east of the city, his eyes instantly reddening.
"Brother Jing…" he murmured to himself.
Finally, he kowtowed three times heavily to the sky.
...
The vast wilderness of the far west.
The town's only tavern, its doors are always open.
"Squeak—"
The tavern's dilapidated door was pushed open from the outside.
A stench of cheap alcohol, sweat, and a faint smell of blood hit you, making you dizzy.
The tavern was dimly lit, with a dozen or so guests sitting sparsely.
Without exception, they were all dressed in tattered clothes and exuded the aura of outlaws.
The moment Dongfang Jing walked in, the previously noisy tavern instantly fell silent.
All eyes were fixed on him like hungry wolves smelling blood.
He was dressed in a fitted outfit with warm white and blue-green accents, although a simple white-gold mask covered his face.
But his silver hair, which still shone brightly in the dim light, and his aura of sacred majesty, so out of place here, made him stand out like a pearl thrown into sewage.
"Oh, here comes a pretty boy." A bald, burly man with a face full of scars licked his lips, his eyes filled with undisguised greed.
"This outfit looks pretty good. I wonder how much it would sell for if I took it off." Another man with a scar on his face chuckled, toying with a dagger in his hand.
"Before that, let me test how tight this kid's ass is! Hehehe!" The middle-aged man brandished the stick, licking his lips with his tongue, drool dripping down his face.
They sized up the Eastern Mirror as if it were a piece of merchandise about to be divided and dismantled by them.
Dongfang Jing's golden eyes swept indifferently over everyone present.
He saw the table in front of them and the wooden cups they were holding, filled with a scarlet, viscous liquid.
Bloody Mary!
Memories from the past flooded my mind in an instant.
That was in Lingfeng City, shortly after his martial soul had awakened. He had personally witnessed two fallen soul masters drinking this disgusting stuff made with human blood.
At that time, he was weak and powerless, and could only watch helplessly as others launched sneak attacks from behind.
But now, things are different.
"Hey kid, new here?" A one-eyed man who looked like the leader of the group stood up unsteadily and walked up to Dongfang Jing. "Don't you know the rules? If you want to get into 'that place,' you have to let the older brothers inspect your goods first."
He reached out his rough, large hand, intending to touch Dongfang Jing's buttocks.
The Eastern Mirror did not move.
Just as his palm was about to touch his body, a brilliant golden flame appeared out of thin air.
"ah!"
The one-eyed man let out a scream as his entire palm instantly turned charred black and began to smoke.
This sudden turn of events left everyone in the tavern stunned.
"Damn it! You're asking for it!"
The one-eyed man was both shocked and furious. His other intact hand instantly reached for the axe at his waist, ready to strike.
"I'm not here to follow the rules," Dongfang Jing's voice rang out, flat, cold, and devoid of any emotional fluctuation. "I'm here... to send you on your way."
The moment the words fell,
No one could see clearly what actually happened.
Everyone only saw a flash of golden light before their eyes, and a figure appeared behind the one-eyed dragon.
"Pfft!"
The one-eyed man's angry expression froze instantly. He looked down and saw a magnificent long blade burning with golden flames protruding from his chest.
The flames were sacred and majestic, yet they carried a terrifying heat capable of burning everything in their path.
He didn't even have time to scream before his entire body was quickly reduced to ashes in the golden flames.
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