frightfiction Chapter 36 Debt Collection from Xuan Kongzi
Chapter 36 Debt Collection from Xuan Kongzi
Suddenly, a furious shout rang out like thunder, and Xuan Kongzi's figure appeared out of thin air in mid-air not far away, like a god descending to earth, bringing with him a suffocating pressure.
Han Yi felt an immense pressure bearing down on him, and with a thud, he collapsed to the ground in a disheveled state.
Xuan Kongzi's eyes were as sharp as two knives. He stood quietly in mid-air, yet he exuded an aura of majesty that made people afraid to look him in the eye.
"Do you know your crime?" Xuan Kongzi's voice was deep and majestic, echoing in the air.
Upon hearing this angry shout, Han Yi's body trembled slightly. He tried his best to straighten his spine, raised his head, and met Xuan Kongzi's gaze with resentment: "What crime has my disciple committed?"
"You bastard! You've committed such a heinous crime and you still don't know you're wrong!" Xuan Kongzi's voice changed with rage.
Han Yi argued forcefully: "This disciple does not believe himself to be guilty; they all deserve to die! If they are not eliminated, they will continue to harm the people. This disciple's actions are clearly punishing evil and promoting good; what crime have I committed?"
Xuan Kongzi's face turned ashen, his eyes wide with rage: "Is this your reason for slaughtering over a hundred people?"
Han Yi refused to back down and shouted, "That reason isn't enough! You old bastard, stop standing on your moral high ground and condemning me."
Xuan Kongzi snorted angrily and waved his sleeve, suddenly increasing the pressure on Han Yi, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
"They are heinous criminals deserving of death in your eyes! Aren't you the same in their eyes? Are you a good person in the eyes of their children, wives, and relatives?"
“Thieves deserve to die! If their children want revenge, they can come to me!” Han Yi said.
Xuan Kongzi was so angry he laughed, his eyes wide with fury, and his oppressive aura intensified, pressing Han Yi tightly against the ground.
"Using the guise of upholding justice to commit evil deeds, is this what you consider punishing evil and promoting good?"
What right do you have to kill them? Just because you're stronger than them? Or because of your status as the heir of the Prince of Zhenbei's mansion?
Han Yi roared furiously, shouting at Xuan Kongzi in the air: "Because their hands are full of bloodshed!"
"Their crimes will be judged by the law and the government will hold them accountable. When did it become your turn? Do you dare say that you had no selfish motives when you killed them? Was it not because you were afraid of their retaliation that you ruthlessly eliminated them?"
Xuan Kongzi saw right through Han Yi's thoughts. As Xuan Kongzi said, he did have selfish motives. He was afraid that if he was too soft-hearted, the bandits would retaliate in the future, breaking the peace of Qingfeng Village, and he was also afraid of affecting the royal palace.
“I, the young master, will bear this sin! They died because they were not strong enough. If they had been strong enough, I would have been the one to die, and I would have nothing to say.”
Upon hearing this, Xuan Kongzi's eyes flashed with a fierce light. Before he finished speaking, he grabbed Han Yi's shoulder and appeared in the sky above the entire Qingfeng Village.
"Since that's the case, I will seek revenge on behalf of those you slaughtered!"
"If we're going to collect a debt, let's be thorough!"
Xuan Kongzi slowly raised his hand and gently pressed it down below him.
"town!"
In an instant, the surrounding spiritual energy surged toward him, and in the blink of an eye, it gathered into a palm that blotted out the sky.
Although the palm was transparent, its solidity was as if it were cast from steel, carrying a world-destroying power, and it pressed down mercilessly towards Qingfeng Village and the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion.
Before the hand could actually land, a gale swept in, whipping up sand and stones, and causing the surrounding trees to sway and creak in agony, as if they had sensed the impending catastrophe.
Immediately afterwards, with a loud "boom," the giant hand slammed heavily into the sky above Qingfeng Village.
In an instant, the earth shook violently, and the entire village crumbled as if it were made of paper.
The once orderly houses were instantly reduced to piles of broken wood and rotten stones. The walls that were once incredibly sturdy and bore witness to the laughter and joy of generations were now shattered and scattered all over the ground.
The streets and alleys of the village, which had just been filled with the sounds of children playing and peasant women shouting, suddenly fell silent, utterly still.
On the ground, there was a bloody mess, with severed limbs everywhere. The once vibrant villagers and the lively livestock had all been reduced to nauseating piles of flesh and blood, mixed with the soil and emitting a pungent, bloody stench.
The entire Qingfeng Village was transformed into a living hell in an instant, as if it had been completely wiped off the map by an invisible hand. No trace of the warmth and peace of the past could be found anymore. Only the slow dripping sound of blood was heard, which sounded particularly eerie and terrifying in the deathly silent ruins. Each sound was like a heavy hammer, striking people's hearts.
The Prince of Zhenbei's mansion fared no better, suffering the same undeserved calamity.
The once magnificent, vermilion gate was now shattered into pieces by a tremendous force. Wood chips flew everywhere, mingling with the sprayed blood, creating a scene that, from a distance, resembled a blood-red painting of extreme tragedy, a truly shocking sight.
The plaque above the gate, which once shone brightly and symbolized the majesty of the Prince's Mansion, with the four large characters "Zhenbei Prince's Mansion" on it, is now twisted beyond recognition. The original bright golden light is completely covered by dark red bloodstains, as if it is silently crying out for this sudden disaster, or as if it is lamenting that the past glory is gone forever.