Creating the Shura Palace in a Fantasy World

Seeing countless giants exuding the aura of a Saint surrounding them, the disciples who were about to flee couldn't help but despair. Many fell to the ground, prostrating themselves and begging:

"Please spare me! I'm only here for the sect's resources, I have no feelings towards the sect!"

"I don't want to die! I'm just an external disciple and I have a family. I have nothing to do with the sect leadership that offended Shura Palace!"

"Shame on you, kneeling to the enemy who killed the Sect Master. Even if I die, I will die with honor!"

"How dare you betray the teachings of the Sect Master and the elders like this?"

"But, Elder Brother Li, even Elder Lu and Elder Yun are on their knees begging!"

"Huh? How can that be..."

When they all saw that they were surrounded and couldn't escape, most of the disciples couldn't help but kneel down and beg for their lives. Meanwhile, a minority stood up, vowing to fight even if it meant death.

Seeing that the shadow demons had not yet begun to act, Shi Hu repeated coldly: "I said no survivors!"

It was Song Yang's idea to bring in the shadow demons at the last moment. After all, the main reason Song Yang had created such a fuss about the destruction of the Heavenly Sword Sect was just to get reputation points.

If he showed a little of Shura Palace's true power, how many reputation points would he not receive?

As soon as they heard Shi Hu's order, half of the shadow demons organized themselves into a formation to block any kind of espionage or divine perception that might enter the Heavenly Sword Sect area.

After all, after the slaughter, the shadow demons would keep the corpses to take back to Song Yang.

If others observed the scene, they might think that Shura Palace was some kind of demonic organization that uses corpses for cultivation.

Although that's true, it's not worth getting into unnecessary trouble.

The other half of the shadow demons advanced towards the disciples like wolves attacking a flock of sheep.

After the formation blocked their sight and divine sense, only the unblocked sounds were audible outside: the cries and roars of sorrow.

"Don't kill me! Ahh!"

"My Ji family will avenge me! Ahh!"

"It's all the Sect Master's fault for wanting to avenge that worthless son!"

"Don't kill me! I'm the Gu Family Elder, ahh!"

Outside, hearing the screams, Shi Hu's expression didn't change one bit. He stored Chu Yifan's body in his spatial ring and appeared next to a shadow demon, ordering:

"I'm going out for a while. I now appoint you as temporary captain."

"After everyone from the Heavenly Sword Sect dies, take all the treasures and wait for me."

"Yes, commander," replied the shadow demon respectfully.

After finishing his orders, Shi Hu turned his gaze in a certain direction and flashed a devilish smile.

He Xianglan, still a little shocked to see hundreds of holy kingdoms appear just to destroy the Heavenly Sword Sect and reminding himself never to offend Shura Palace again, was terrified to notice Shi Hu's gaze on him.

As soon as he saw a strange smile on Shi Hu's face, he muttered: "Not good."

His instincts noticed a murderous intent in that smile.

Then, without hesitation, He Xianglan broke through the void and flew with all his speed towards the imperial capital.

If it had been before, He Xianglan wouldn't have been so afraid of Shi Hu, but after seeing that a casual punch from him was stronger than that sword hurricane that could seriously injure him, he was terrified.

After that final punch from Shi Hu, He Xianglan had no words to describe the terror he felt.

Faced with that punch, not just a three-star Saint King, but even if he became a four-, five- or even six-star Saint King, he could only die facing such an attack.

"Interesting," murmured Shi Hu lightly and disappeared from the scene, chasing after He Xianglan.

He Xianglan realized that Shi Hu was following him and couldn't help cursing inwardly. He increased his speed to the maximum and roared back, "The Bihai Dynasty and Shura Palace have no enmity. Why do you want to kill me?"

He Xianglan realized that Shi Hu was following him and couldn't help cursing inwardly as he increased his speed to maximum and roared back: "The Bihai Dynasty and Shura Palace have no enmity. Why do you want to kill me?"

"Haha, don't you remember? At our last meeting I said I was going to kill you," replied Shi Hu, as he raised his fist and condensed his spiritual energy, punching towards He Xianglan: "Now I'm going to keep my promise!"

He Xianglan felt a chill run down his back and couldn't help but turn around quickly.

Seeing the energy of the fist about to hit him, he condensed his Sacred Flame Law and, contrary to what Shi Hu had imagined, that he would try to block the attack, he used Shi Hu's punch to complement his own attack, propelling himself forward and distancing himself several kilometers from Shi Hu.

Due to the great distance between the two, the force of the punch gradually diminished before it hit him.

Additionally, since He Xianglan was moving in the same direction as the punch, the impact was reduced and lacked the devastating force it would have had if he had faced the blow head-on. Even so, He Xianglan still sustained minor injuries.

Noting that Shi Hu was finally far behind, He Xianglan wiped the blood from his mouth and displayed a joyful expression, thinking that he would soon reach the capital.

Once he reached the capital, after receiving He Kaishen's lucky blessing and taking the Bihai Dynasty's inheritance, a medium-grade sacred artifact, he had the confidence to at least resist Shi Hu.

"Smart move," Shi Hu praised lightly as he observed what He Xianglan had done, but he still muttered: "But if I said you're going to die today, then you're going to die today!"

As soon as he had finished speaking, Shi Hu's body began to turn into a shadow and disappeared from the scene.

Shadow Demon Innate Skill: Shadow Transformation.

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