Eternal life begins with saving my clan

Chapter 105 : Zimo, the intimidating captain.

Amidst the southern seashore, Liu Fu and his companions struggled to come to terms with what they had just heard: blasphemy against a sect, and the punishment was death. The absurd words from Zimo began to bear down on them, sinking like a stone in the pit of their stomachs.

"Hahaha!" Haoyu erupted into hysterical laughter, pointing at Zimo as if he were a jest, a mere fool.

But before anyone could react, a sudden, bewildering turn of events left them all in stunned silence.

Whoosh!

Zimo moved with a swiftness that seemed almost supernatural. A gust of wind trailed behind him as he drew his sword, effortlessly whizzing past Haoyu, who remained frozen in disbelief.

Zimo gracefully sheathed his sword and turned his piercing gaze upon Liu Fu and the others.

The onlookers, utterly perplexed, were still grappling with the question of what had just transpired when a guttural, strangulated sound emanated from Haoyu's mouth.

He clutched his throat with both hands, crimson liquid staining his fingers as he sank to his knees.

His face, once filled with arrogant pride, now bore the pallor of death. He attempted to speak, to utter some final words, only for more blood to gush from his lips.

Thud!

He crashed to the ground, lifeless, the shadow of profound regret etched deep in his eyes as darkness enveloped him.

For a brief moment, the seashore fell silent as the grave, everyone present struggling to come to terms with the sudden, brutal turn of events. It was as if the world had been upended, leaving them lost and bewildered.

Then, with an icy, unfeeling demeanor, Zimo issued his chilling command, "Kill them all."

Listening to this decree, Liu Fu and the other young masters and young misses snapped out of their daze.

Their expressions twisted with fury and despair. Each of them drew their weapons, determination etched upon their faces.

"Die!" Liu Fu screamed, veins bulging from his forehead, fury burning in his eyes.

As a Peak Qi Refinement stage 9 cultivator, he had never once doubted his ability to cleave through an opponent with his mighty sword.

But the reality that unfolded was far removed from the confidence he had held in his mind.

Zimo took a deliberate step, easily avoiding Liu Fu's sword strike. His armor glimmered with a bright light, and his aura surged to the peak of the Qi Refinement stage.

With a swift, diagonal slash of his sword, he covered all possible paths of retreat for Liu Fu.

Liu Fu, bewildered by the rapid transformation in Zimo's aura and the agility of his strike, had no choice but to meet the attack head-on.

Bang!

Their swords collided in a deafening clash, sending shockwaves reverberating through the surroundings.

Liu Fu stumbled back in haste, his hands and feet moving with a mixture of panic and disbelief. His gasping breaths were laden with profound shock.

Ah! Ah!

As he attempted to regain his bearings and understand the inexplicable, he was jolted by the harrowing cries of their own.

Two guards had surrounded a young master, relentlessly thrusting their weapons into his body until he crumpled to the ground, surrounded by a pool of his own blood.

"This can't be happening. This shouldn't be happening," Liu Fu muttered, his voice teetering on the brink of madness as he bore witness to the impossible events unfolding before his eyes.

The enforcers, unrelenting in their merciless assault, swarmed around the young master and young miss from all sides, their long spears striking like lightning. The once-proud expressions of the outlanders had long faded, replaced by a palpable sense of fear and disarray.

"Save me!" Cheng Hong shrieked, her leg bearing a deep, bleeding gash. Her previously immaculate makeup was now smeared with dirt and sweat. Tens of crew members from their ships leaped swiftly onto the battlefield, desperately seeking to protect their young masters and young misses.

Zimo, a resolute figure amid the chaos, regarded the newcomers without a trace of fear on his face. As long as their enemies remained within the Qi Refinement stage, he felt no reason to worry.

"Formation!" Zimo barked, his voice cutting through the tumult.

The assaulting soldiers halted their charge, seamlessly rearranging themselves to form a defensive formation in front of the outlanders. Their expressions were devoid of emotion, treating the outlanders as if they were nothing more than prey.

"Phalanx Battle Tactics," Zimo commanded.

The soldiers configured themselves into a 'V' formation, their shields interlocked to create an impenetrable barrier. All of the ordinary bystanders who had once observed from a distance had long fled, leaving only empty space to bear witness to the unfolding drama.

Zimo pointed his sword towards the terrified young master and young miss, his voice ringing out, "Those who blaspheme the Celestial Heavenly Sect must be killed. Die!"

At his command, the unified battle formation surged forward. Zimo, leading the charge, plunged into the midst of the panic-stricken crowd.

Looking upon the approaching Zimo and his soldiers, Liu Fu had managed to recover from the earlier shock, his features twisted by a deep-seated hatred. "Previously, I only wished to destroy the Celestial Heavenly Sect, but now, you've provoked my anger. I will obliterate every living soul in this forsaken land," he vowed, veins bulging from his forehead.

"Kill them," he commanded the newly arrived men in black.

They nodded, steeling themselves for the coming clash, believing it would be a simple problem to solve; or so they thought.

But before they could reach the soldiers, they heard Zimo issue a new command.

"Basilisk attack."

With fluid, synchronized movements, the soldiers shifted their shields to the left, and their armor radiated a bluish light. In perfect harmony, they swung their spears as one.

In an instant, the ambient temperature seemed to plummet several degrees. Countless spear lights stacked atop one another, traveling at a terrifying speed.

The black-clad assailants had their hair standing on end, their instincts screaming danger. Gasps escaped their lips, eyes widened, and panic seized their hearts. What they once considered a trivial threat had turned into an imminent catastrophe.

They turned and attempted to flee with every ounce of their strength, but it was too late.

The formidable spear beam attack arrived in a flash, and a deafening explosion echoed across the seashore.

'KABOOM.'