Chapter 570 Life Is Sin, Life Is Death

It was very dark. It was so dark that it was as if there was an infinite hand blocking the sky. There was no starlight, no moonlight.

But strangely, Xu Han could see the scenery in front of him clearly.

Those were rows of soldiers who seemed to be unable to see the boundaries. They stood in front of Xu Han with solemn expressions, their armors shining with a faint light. Their faces seemed to be wrapped in something, and they could not see clearly, but their blood-colored eyes were exceptionally gloomy.

It was unknown if it was due to the dark sky or the aura emanating from the armored warrior's body in front of them, but Xu Han's head, which was standing in front of them, was somewhat blurred.

Where is this? Why is he here?

These questions rushed into Xu Han's mind. He turned his head around in a daze. Behind him stood a towering palace. The palace gates and walls were inlaid with the most luxurious gold and jade, but they emitted a deep green light. It was like Yama's residence beneath the Yellow Springs. Under the luxurious decoration, there were countless bones and tens of thousands of vengeful souls.

Xu Han was shocked. He felt that this palace gate was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't name it.

He looked around again, and suddenly figures appeared with his gaze. They stood there motionlessly like sculptures, but their eyes shone with a terrifying bloody light. They were terrifying and gloomy. They stared at Xu Han as if they were looking at an ice-cold corpse.

Mr. Lu? Keqing? Zhang Xiang?

Xu Han suddenly recognized them, and the name of the palace behind them was about to come out.

But at this moment…

Pu!

A muffled sound exploded. Xu Han turned his head and saw the rows of soldiers in front of him suddenly kneeling on one knee.

Then, a nightmare-like voice suddenly exploded in Xu Han's ears.

The voice was gathered by tens of millions of people, and it was vast and endless.

It was like thunder, like a storm, like a million scholarly scholars looking up to their songs, like a heavy hammer beating drums on the battlefield.

The voice said, "Lord Manor Master, please die!"

As soon as this voice fell, Xu Han's heart trembled, and a violent aura suddenly surged out of his chest.

"Lord Manor Master, please die!"

"Lord Manor Master, please die!"

However, the soldiers didn't care about Xu Han at all. They repeated his shouts over and over again. Each shout was like a sharp sword piercing into Xu Han's chest.

He wanted to ask why? Why?

However, he was speechless. The sharp swords that pierced into his chest shattered some of the barriers, and violent energy surged out of his body like rivers. As a result, black energy that was several times darker than the dark night surged out, wrapping around his body and the world.

…

Another boundless darkness.

The scene in front of Xu Han changed, and everything disappeared at that time.

He felt his hands wet, as if there were water droplets hitting his palm. The water was somewhat sticky and also somewhat boiling hot.

He lowered his head and saw that there was a person lying in his arms. To be exact, it was a woman.

She looked at him with a dispirited aura. There was a trace of a difficult smile at the corner of her mouth that she wanted to sketch, but could not. She stretched out her hand trembling as if she wanted to touch Xu Han's face, but the shocking wound on her chest made it difficult for her to touch the face that was close at hand.

In the end, she failed.

Just as her hand was only half an inch away from Xu Han, her last bit of strength was finally exhausted. The brilliance in her eyes dissipated, the smile on her lips froze, and her hand immediately fell off.

Dingling.

A crisp sound rang out. It was the sound of the bell tied to her hand.

That was the bell that Xu Han gave her.

"Zhen Yue!" Until then, Xu Han finally recognized the person in his arms. He let out a painful cry, but he was destined to receive no response.

He raised his head. In the boundless darkness, a man dressed in a white robe was looking at him with a sinister smile on his face.

"You protected anyone. You are the greatest evil. You killed her, and you will kill more people." As the man spoke, his eyes glowed with blood that was almost fanatical.

"Thank you! Min! Yu!" Xu Han saw the man's appearance clearly, so a hysterical voice came out of his mouth.

He put down the person in his arms and stood up.

At that time, a giant devil god that was filled with black gas and his eyes were tightly shut slowly rose up behind him.

Facing the almost unmatched aura around Xu Han, Xie Min Yu's face did not reveal the slightest trace of panic.

He laughed arrogantly, "Come on, kill me! Take revenge for her, come on!"

"Die!" Xu Han's eyes were bare as he suddenly stretched out his hand. The Demon God behind him seemed to have merged with him, and at that moment, he waved his hand.

Boom!

With a loud sound, Xie Min Yu was smashed into a puddle of mud without the slightest surprise.

However, Xie Min Yu's death did not reduce the violent aura that filled Xu Han's body by half. Instead, it was becoming more and more intense. He turned his head, and figures appeared there.

Lu Houde, Hu Man'er, Xing Zhen…

They all looked at Xu Han at that time, their eyes flashing with this deep green light.

At this moment, the violent aura that filled Xu Han's body seemed to have found an exit.

"All of you … must die!" Xu Han roared angrily. At that moment, the Demon God behind him seemed to have sensed Xu Han's determination. His eyes suddenly opened.

A pitch-black color appeared in his eyes, and then black gas gushed out from his eyes, wrapping around Xu Han once again, wrapping around this world as well.

…

"Hu!"

"Hu!"

Xu Han gasped heavily. The scene in front of him changed again. Everything disappeared, but the grief, anger, and violence that filled his heart could not be calmed down for a long time.

He couldn't even tell whether what had happened before was his illusion or something that had really happened.

The intersection of reality and environment caused Xu Han to feel distracted, as if something was about to break out of his cocoon in the depths of his mind.

Da.

Da.

Da.

A crisp sound of footsteps suddenly sounded not far away.

Xu Han raised his head and saw a figure walking towards him.

It was a man that Xu Han had never seen before. His features were delicate and beautiful, like a gentleman walking out of a painting. He was extremely handsome.

"Shen Wushuang!" A name blurted out from Xu Han's mouth.

Regardless of whether it was this person or this name, Xu Han had never seen or heard of him. However, he had actually called out this name.

At the same time, a huge wave of rage and hatred suddenly surged in his chest. The rage and hatred surged incomparably, but for no reason at all.

It was like something engraved in the depths of Xu Han's soul. No matter how many reincarnations he experienced, he was determined to never forget it.

He wanted to kill this man, twitch his tendons and skin him, crush his bones and dust, cut off every strand of his flesh and blood, and put his soul into the demon lamp that burned his soul day after day.

This was a feeling that Xu Han had never felt before. He did not understand why he had such a great hatred towards a man he had met for the first time.

Soon, however, such questions were answered.

As the man walked towards Xu Han, figures appeared beside him.

Those figures fell to the ground, their pupils wide open, but their bodies lost their aura.

Everything around him began to become alive. There were soldiers shouting for death, children crying, and more wailing, heart-wrenching but filled with desperate wailing.

Towers were also erected in the distance. Fire rose on the platform, and shadows swayed like headless flies.

This seemed to be the dilapidated Heng Imperial City.

However, Xu Han did not have the mood to sigh at such a scene. His gaze landed firmly on those figures who could not stand up in the end.

"Xuan'er, woo…"

" Hongjian , Ziyu…"

"Big Brother Chu, Big Brother Yan, Xue Ning…"

"Mu An, Little Nineteen…"

He swept past those figures who had lost their vitality in a daze, his mouth emitting a murmur that was like a dream…

Why are they all dead? What exactly happened?

"Is that strange?" The man's voice finally sounded at that moment.

Xu Han was stunned and looked up at the man.

The handsome man, who seemed to have walked out of the painting, revealed a smile at that moment. "You killed them!"

"Me?" Xu Han's expression changed. He didn't know what to say to the man.

"Yes, it's you. If you were willing to be good and die at my hands, how could they die?" The man said calmly.

Suddenly, bursts of heart-wrenching pain came to Xu Han's mind. Images flashed in his mind. He saw them standing in front of the man for him without any hesitation. Then, one after another, they were pierced through by the man's chest and fell one after another.

Xu Han's pupils suddenly dilated. He looked at his hands and muttered to himself, "I … I killed them …"

"Yes, it's you." The man seemed to be enjoying the scene in front of him. He said this with a sinister smile on his handsome face. "Why are you resisting? No matter how many times you start over, you are doomed to die. Any struggle is futile, because … this is your destiny!"

The word fate pierced into Xu Han's chest like a sharp sword. Something that had been forcefully suppressed by Xu Han could no longer be wrapped around it as the word fate fell. The thing instantly broke free and surged through Xu Han's entire body.

Infinite sorrow wrapped around Xu Han. Two tears of blood unconsciously gushed out of his eyes and flowed down his cheeks.

He stood up and a mysterious force seized all control of his body. The black gas once again lingered around his body.

He looked at the handsome man who was slowly walking towards him, his lips slowly opening.

"Thousand Tribulations, Ten Thousand Tribulations, from the Myriad Domains Starry Sky to the Heaven and Earth Cage."

He said this in a low and hoarse tone.

Then it suddenly became high-pitched, like a desperate beast, shouting hysterically, "Isn't that enough?"

"Isn't that enough!!!?"

Heaven and earth suddenly fell silent. The handsome man's steps were suspended in mid-air. The shadow of a person shook in the flames stopped. The wolf-like cries stopped abruptly. Time stopped flowing. Everything returned to a deathly silence. Only Xu Han's roar echoed endlessly in this world for a long time.

After a hundred breaths, the sound dissipated.

Suddenly, a sea of clouds surged above the dome, and a gigantic face condensed into shape.

"Not enough." The face spoke like this, his voice like thunder, yet as cold as ice for tens of thousands of years, hard to melt.

Xu Han's expression turned gloomy at that time. He looked at the gigantic face in the sky and asked with gritted teeth, "What's Xu Han guilty of?"

Suddenly, thunder erupted from heaven and earth, and amidst the thunder that filled the sky, that giant face burst into laughter.

"Don't you remember?"

"You pitiful bastard who lives in a daze, why are you asking me about your guilt?"

"You were born a sinner, and your life is a calamity. What do you think you are guilty of?"

After that voice finished speaking, something suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.

Those were golden characters, as well as imperial decrees wrapped in boundless might.

The imperial edict was embedded into the depths of this world. He was the most fundamental and greatest rule in this world.

The edict says so.

Life is sin, life is death!

…

"Xiao Han!"

"Xiao Han!"

Xu Han's heart trembled and his body suddenly started to move.

The rare dazzling autumn sunlight shot into Xu Han's eyes through the cracks in the window, making him somewhat unable to open his eyes.

"Xiao Han, what happened to you? Did you know that you scared me to death just now?"

The voice beside his ear asked in such a manner, and the worry and concern in his tone was naturally not concealed at all.

Xu Han turned his head and looked beside him. The target was Ye Hongjian's familiar face. He stared at her blankly before he suddenly realized that everything that had happened before was all a dream.

However, that dream was too real. It was so real that Xu Han couldn't tell which of the people in front of him was the real thing.

Ye Hongjian looked at the absent-minded Xu Han and her worries deepened.

Previously, when she saw that Xu Han had surprisingly yet to get up early, she thought of coming to look for him. However, after entering the room, she saw the youth lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his forehead covered in sweat, and his mouth was not enough to let out a painful muffled snort. She hurriedly shouted loudly, but Xu Han did not respond. Just as she was thinking about whether she should find someone to help, Xu Han suddenly woke up, but his condition was obviously a little strange.

"What's wrong? Xiao Han." Thinking of this, she asked softly.

Hearing this question, Xu Han finally regained his senses. He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and smiled at Ye Hongjian, "Nothing. I just had a nightmare."

However, Ye Hongjian was so smart that she could tell at a glance that this youth's words were not sincere.

She gently sat beside Xu Han's bed and slowly wiped the sweat off Xu Han's forehead with her hand. "Xiao Han, are you worried about the Chu army?" She said.

At the beginning of August, the Crossing Imperial City began its first curfew since the Great Xia Dynasty began.

The once prosperous Horizontal Imperial City was now a lot sluggish. The few pedestrians on the large streets seemed to have become the norm. Only the soldiers dressed in blood-red armor patrolled the city, and the messenger responsible for delivering memorials and documents drove their fast horses back and forth through the Horizontal Imperial City.

The development of the situation far exceeded everyone's expectations. The Great Xia Imperial Court was still discussing how to rescue the two imprisoned national pillars, but news of Qiu Fanping and Jiang Zhichen's 400,000 troops surrendering to Cui Ting came from ahead.

As a result, Long, Yong, and Jing provinces in the middle of Great Xia were the fiefs of the three pillars. At this moment, the three pillars had all rebelled, and three of the eight provinces of Great Xia had already fallen into Cui Ting's hands. In this way, Liao Province, which was the most border region, was also cut off by the three provinces and became an isolated island.

Of course, although all of this happened so abruptly that the Grand Xia Imperial Court, and even the entire world, was shocked by it, what was even more unexpected to the people of the world was…

Above the three continents of Long, Yong, and Jing, there was a large Chu character written on the war flag!

Yes, that Chu is the Chu of Da Chu, the Chu of Dead Chu!

At the same time, the 600,000 elite troops started to advance from Long Zhou, heading straight for Heng Imperial City. Long Zhou was adjacent to Yan Zhou, where Heng Imperial City was located. The defenses of Yan Zhou were mostly located in Heng Imperial City, Ji'an City and Bihua City, which were connected to Heng Imperial City. Although the other towns had a few defenders, they were not worth mentioning in terms of quality or quantity compared to the 600,000 troops Cui Ting had.

As a result, the six hundred thousand troops rushed in. The governors of the cities and towns of Yanzhou either resisted to the death or looked out for the wind to flee, but none of them was able to stop the six hundred thousand troops from marching towards the Heng Imperial City. If this continued, the Heng Imperial City would suffer a catastrophe under the pond in less than half a month. The Great Xia Dynasty Hall, which had attacked for hundreds of years and had few defenses, panicked before this sudden battle, ordering the other prefectures and prefectures to send out the imperial edicts of the military service king like snowflakes from the Crossing Imperial City one after another.

However, this distant water was difficult to put out. The prefectures' prefectures' prefectures' prefectures' prefectures' prefectures' prefectures' prefectures' prefectures' prefectures' prefectures' prefectures' prefectures' prefectures' prefectures' prefectures' prefectures' prefectures' prefectures' prefectures' Even though the deep walls of Heng Imperial City were high, no one could say for sure whether they could survive these ten days or not.

Some said that there were complete eggs beneath the nest.

Under such a situation, the people in Heng Imperial City were in danger. Even Xu Han had become silent these past few days. He traveled back and forth between his residence and the Sword Palace every day, rarely communicating with anyone. Ye Hongjian saw all of this in her eyes, but her heart was filled with incomparable anxiety. Seeing that Xu Han was like this, he even blamed all of this on the upcoming Battle of Xia and Chu.

Xu Han naturally saw through Ye Hongjian's worries. He quickly tidied up his thoughts and a smile appeared on his face again. "There's no need for Red Jian to worry. I just…"

This time, before he could finish his words, the girl suddenly moved closer and hugged Xu Han.

This sudden embrace stunned Xu Han, and the girl's gentle voice sounded by his ear.

"It doesn't matter. I will definitely accompany you this time."

"Whether it's Blade Mountain Flame Sea or Never Recover, I'll never … never leave you again."

Xu Han naturally felt the determination in the girl's words, and his astonishment dissipated at that moment.

He stretched out his hand and hugged the girl.

As he thought about the scene in his dream, a decisive coldness gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Me too, no one can hurt you…"

"No one can!"

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