Chapter 2 Failed

"Defeated, defeated..."

"Thirty thousand hungry ghosts entered Ming Prefecture, yet they couldn't seize the fortune of this place. Instead, it was destroyed in an instant, all to benefit others!"

As the killing aura on the battlefield shook the heavens, and the situation became one of overwhelming dominance, countless people in Ming Prefecture City straightened up, trembling with fear.

Those at the main altar borrowed the power of the altar's magic, while others, either taking advantage of the high ground or rushing to the city walls, stared wide-eyed at the battlefield outside. They were shocked for a time, dispirited as if dead, unable to believe their eyes.

How could this be? Ming Prefecture was clearly a place of weakness, so how could it possess such abilities?

"Could it be that all our painstaking calculations have been for naught?"

For a moment, their minds were somewhat unbalanced: "No, there is still one step, the most important step. We'll see if he really has the ability to escape this calamity!"

"..."

Standing behind the main altar, Hu Family Third Uncle, with disheveled hair, gradually turned cold. He grabbed a cow horn from beside the incense table.

He brought it to his lips and blew it hard.

As the horn sounded, accompanied by the billowing smoke of incense wafting from the city, it seemed to penetrate the entire battlefield. The Tianming (Heavenly Mandate) General, who was covered in blood and extremely angry, suddenly pulled back his red-haired fire ox upon hearing the horn.

By now, countless severed limbs and arms, as well as terrified soldiers of the grain protection army, had formed a thick wall around him.

These soldiers, already frightened by his fierce power, were increasing in number, but no one could get close to him.

He had been killing until the sky turned dark, and he had already changed weapons countless times.

The one he was currently holding was a horse lance snatched from someone else.

He still wanted to fight, to lead the horde of hungry ghosts, to sweep through all the grain protection troops, and seize all the grain in Ming Prefecture, but at this moment, he also felt a sense of despair that he could not turn the tide.

Not to mention the hungry ghosts under his command, even the seven Demon Generals beside him had already been buried in the chaotic troops, overwhelmed and submerged by a huge sense of powerlessness.

No matter how strong one's personal martial prowess, facing thousands of troops and horses, it was still a case of strength falling short of one's wishes, allowing despair to weigh heavily on one's heart.

Therefore, when he heard the sound of the cow horn, he suddenly gritted his teeth, smeared his face fiercely, and then heavily slapped the red-haired fire ox beneath him.

This ox was also a strange beast, extremely brave on the battlefield, but now it had a dung fork stuck in its eye socket, and its body was covered with knife wounds. It was spitting blood, and it was clear that it was at the end of its strength.

It seemed to have also heard the sound of the cow horn, knowing what it meant. It tried hard to tilt its head, made eye contact with the Tianming General with its one remaining good eye, and then mustered its remaining strength, kicked its hooves, and charged straight ahead.

The Tianming General on the ox's back also gritted his teeth, once again gripping the horse lance in his hand.

"Damn it, damn it..."

He cursed loudly, risking his life, venting all the unwillingness and hatred in his heart, and fiercely charged through the battlefield.

Before his fierce power, there was no one on this battlefield who could withstand a single blow.

Even those who could be said to be invincible in the formation, the Rufu Shou Sui (Entering the Manor to Guard the Year), were frightened by his fierce power and subconsciously avoided his edge.

And those who were unable to avoid him, even the disciples of various daos, squeezed into the formation and blocked his path, were all swept away by the horse lance indiscriminately, and died silently on the spot.

He charged straight through the center line of the battlefield, and then vertically cut a bloody path through the grain protection army.

If viewed from above, it would be discovered that he had actually killed his way straight through the battlefield, relying solely on the horse lance in his hand, and directly killed his way to the back of the grain protection army, straight towards the four hall officials of the Zhenchui (Demon Suppression) Prefecture...

The horse lance, already covered in blood and flesh, was raised with all its might, pointing towards...

...the vague and mysterious shadow above the iron coffin, within the formation of Yin soldiers!

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"He..."

Because of the Tianming General's great display of fierce power, which made everyone turn their heads and attracted the attention of countless people on the battlefield, this scene also happened to fall into everyone's eyes.

For a moment, they were shocked, their eyes almost jumping out of their sockets, their hearts and eyes only staring fixedly at the raised horse lance, only watching as the horse lance pointed towards the mysterious shadow behind the four hall officials.

"...He's crazy, he actually directly brandished his weapon at that esteemed guest?"

"..."

This scene was too crazy and too oppressive, causing the sound of fighting on the battlefield to sink for a moment.

Everything around was silent, and all that remained in everyone's eyes was horror and stagnation.

Only in this silence, the lame little ghost squatting on Yang Gongma's buttocks had been secretly watching the shadow in the night sky. After who knows how long, it seemed to have finally determined something and shouted happily: "Hu Master auspicious!"

"Hu Master, may you have boundless blessings and prosperity, Hu Master, may you have great wealth..."

"..."

"What?"

Yang Gongma was also looking over there, not knowing what was happening, but was startled by its shouting. He suddenly turned around and picked it up: "What are you saying?"

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"So, what exactly is your origin that they want me to kill you with my own hands?"

At the same time, Hu Ma, sitting on the iron coffin, slowly raised his eyes and looked at Zhong Benyi, the Tianming General who was fighting his way out of the battlefield. Watching him be invincible, with unstoppable momentum, he only frowned slightly.

This person truly has a good set of skills!

Being able to kill through this battlefield, able to make soldiers make way and strange people avoid him, was enough to show the strength of his martial prowess.

Looking at Ming Prefecture, there were probably not many who could directly compete with him.

But what use was there?

Hu Ma narrowed his eyes. This person certainly had the ability, but if he wanted to kill him, even without borrowing any other means, relying solely on the skills of the Shou Sui school, he had a 70% chance of defeating him.

If it weren't for the altar in Ming Prefecture City, which poured magical power into his body, and the Guan Zhou Prefecture Lord, who was protecting him with all his strength, even the Red Lantern Niangniang (Red Lantern Goddess) could kill him as easily as turning her hand.

As for now?

As he approached, the Faguan Dadao (Punishment Official's Great Saber) held in the arms of the "Zou Gui Da Zhuodao (Ghost Walking Great Executioner)" was suddenly buzzing and overflowing with fierce energy.

It wasn't that Zhou Datong wanted to do anything, but the Faguan Dadao had sensed something and had already developed murderous intent.

On the other side, Seventh Grandmother glared angrily, grabbing her shoe sole, and Zhang Agu only frowned. However, the Yin spirits and ghosts behind her had already become angry. Even if it was only to flatter the Zhenchui Prefecture, they could not tolerate him...

To put it simply, the so-called Tianming General was simply seeking death by rushing in front of him.

So, what were the plans of those distant relatives in the city, to end with such a move?

While thinking in his heart, Hu Ma narrowed his eyes.

At the same time, behind him, in the direction of Lao Yin Mountain, a gust of wind suddenly blew out.

The wind was very rapid, as if the Mountain Lord Senior, who had been paying attention to this battlefield, had finally understood at this moment.

So, he hurriedly delivered this message...

"So that's how it is?"

Hu Ma's gaze suddenly became deep, and he coldly landed on the face of the Tianming General, suddenly understanding all of those people's arrangements.

And in his gaze, the Tianming General had already charged out of the battlefield, holding the horse lance happily, and urging the red-haired fire ox under him to charge across this last piece of open ground.

Before the person arrived, the rolling Yin wind and the cold power had already intertwined with his aura. The outer robe covered in blood on his body was actually falling apart from him at this moment.

Revealing a garment inside that was neither leather nor silk.

It looked like just a strange garment, but at this moment, stimulated by the killing aura of the battlefield and the heavy Yin energy around Hu Ma's body, it actually produced an unusual Qi mechanism. At a certain moment, he only appeared unattainable, and his face became blurred.

As if in this instant, he had turned into another person, bringing back to this world a certain temperament that did not belong to him, and even had long disappeared from this world, overlooking all things.

"Hu la..."

For some reason, even the spirits and demons following the four hall officials were instinctively seized and knelt down.

The altars in various parts of Ming Prefecture were still rising, but the oil lamps on the altars simultaneously became dim and dull, and the incense burning beside them all burned into a shape at this moment.

Three incense sticks were all short, the ash condensed and did not break, and bent forward together, as if kowtowing.

The altar was too weak, an extremely ominous sign!

And Hu Ma looked at the Tianming General, his face already as gloomy as water: "So, what you are using to deal with me is this skin?"

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"It is done!"

In the current Ming Prefecture, seeing that the Tianming General had already killed his way to the front of the four hall officials, the person at the main altar had already breathed a sigh of relief, and even did not bother to look, but whispered to himself:

"The Reincarnation Evil Spirit of that year almost cursed all the Imperial Clan's bloodlines to death, but instead, some bastards who had been scattered among the common people and were not protected by the Imperial Clan's fortune survived. Moreover, because the Emperor's bloodline was cut off too quickly, there was residual fortune that borrowed the bloodline and attached itself to these people."

"Regardless of their background, family circumstances, or whether they have any abilities, each one is a born Tianming (Heavenly Mandate)."

"Find this bloodline, and then put on the clothes sewn from that skin, and he will be the Emperor for a moment."

"The Zhenchui Prefecture is an important instrument of the Imperial Court, and the Ji Jin Jian (Strike Gold Mace) was bestowed by the late Emperor."

"You ignorant child, you recognized the divine might of the Ji Jin Jian and wanted to take it for yourself. It's a pity that you can recognize the power of this mace, but you don't know that no matter how powerful it is, it is inherently restrained."

"Now that the Tianming General has arrived before you, if you attack him, you will be guilty of great treason, and the Zhenchui Ji Jin Jian will counter-suppress you. If you don't attack him, you will have to kowtow to him, and if you kowtow to him..."

"Your prestige and fortune will be suppressed by him. How can you still bear the responsibility of the Zhenchui Prefecture?"

(End of Chapter)