The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins
Chapter 226 - 226: Spiritual Points, Don't Lose Face

By extension, if there is a strong foe that can't be killed instantly, and one falls into a protracted battle, it would be troublesome...

As Zhu Haomiao's thoughts flowed and he summarized his experiences, Liu Haisheng stiffly turned his neck, looking at the boy in deep thought, struggling to open his mouth to say something.

But the destructive energy had already obliterated all his vitality, his lips trembled slightly, and his bright pupils gradually became clouded with a layer of grayish-white, while the exposed skin began to evaporate into visible gray-black particles.

The brutal and sinister power ravaged destructively, tearing and disintegrating the most basic cellular structures.

Silently, a living person slowly 'melted and evaporated' before Zhu Haomiao, forming a sky full of gray-black smoke, vanishing into the breeze in an instant.

Looking at the clothes and treasure sword that fell naturally to the ground without any damage, Zhu Haomiao couldn't help but nod slightly.

His control power was becoming more exquisite, the destructive power not spilling out at all, all acting within the target's body...

However, if the seals were completely undone, he feared he would not be able to handle it with ease...

Clenching his fists, Zhu Haomiao looked up at the increasingly violent tribulation clouds in the sky, taking a slow, deep breath.

[Sloth]!

Gray and white threads swiftly condensed from the void, wrapping around and re-forming a triple solid seal.

Rumble~

The dense clouds in the sky rolled incessantly, ear-splitting thunder tearing through the sky, as if an invisible God was roaring unwillingly.

However, having lost the heavenly human sensing lock, the feather transformation ascension temporarily halted, without a target resonance, the anomaly in the sky could only gradually disperse.

Watching the sky return to clear, Zhu Haomiao forcibly endured the discomfort of being interrupted, exhaling a breath of turbid air, stabilizing the agitation of the spirit and body, pursing his lips indecisively.

What the hell is this inch stop challenge...

It feels increasingly hard to bear...

Gritting his teeth, the young man looked at the small pile of "relics" on the ground.

From the remaining clothes, he found a bright yellow silk package, Zhu Haomiao took out a large and majestic Jade Seal in his palm.

[Heavenly Mandate, Longevity and Eternal Prosperity]

Looking at the ancient and mysterious seal script on the Jade Seal, Zhu Haomiao squinted his eyes slightly, his spiritual sense silently probing into it.

"Refining Illusion into Reality, Unity of Reality and Illusion..."

Silently urging the refining technique, infusing his essence into the Jade Seal.

In a daze, Zhu Haomiao felt his divine sense continuously expanding, spanning thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, as if he was a supreme God, overlooking a vast territory of over ten million square kilometers.

Orating the imperial edict, walking in Yin and Yang!

Is this the temptation of power?

No wonder countless heroes throughout history have bowed down to it...

Gazing at the Holy Object in his hand, a twisted black glow of greed flared in Zhu Haomiao's eyes, but was suppressed in an instant.

I...

Bah! I'm not really going to restore the Ming dynasty and overthrow the Qing, what am I doing with this?!

[Book of Black]: Dao Heart +10

"?!!"

Filled with questions, Zhu Haomiao pondered for a long time, suppressing the doubts in his heart, looking at the treasure sword on the ground, reaching out for a virtual grab.

Clang~

The treasure sword shot up and automatically fell into the young man's hand, the gleaming blade containing a faint dragon pattern.

This turned out to be a [True Object] treasure sword!

With a slight sensing, Zhu Haomiao raised his eyebrows in surprise, without hesitation, he urged the magic formulas and began to refine it.

Lightly twirling the sword, the young man held the sword in one hand and a seal in the other, looking toward the north gate of the Forbidden City, a sinister cruel smile spreading on his face.

Swish~

The slender, pitch-black figure suddenly disappeared from its original spot, soon catching up with a large crowd fleeing in panic.

"Old Buddha, it's bad, the Westerners have invaded!"

"Sarilang~ Sarilang~ ah~~~"

Following the crowd, shouting from behind, along with a "near-death" miserable and ferocious wail, watching the group of eunuchs and palace maids screaming in terror, scattering like birds and beasts, Zhu Haomiao laughed mischievously like a naughty child playing a prank.

Watching the main group scatter in terror, leaving only a dozen loyal servants escorting an old and a young away, the young man wearing a playful smile disappeared instantly from his spot.

"Quick, quick! Out of the Shenwu Gate, we'll find a few carriages to head north directly without stopping!"

The leading guard urged harshly, almost dragging the young man in a dragon robe to run swiftly.

A pale-faced older woman was also carried by two eunuchs, her feet never touching the ground as she raced along.

However, when the group rushed out of the Shenwu Gate, the leading guard suddenly came to a halt, his eyes wide with terror looking ahead.

At the edge of the crowd's vision, a tall, slender pitch-black figure stood with its back to them, seemingly admiring the Jingshan behind them.

Sensing the gaze from behind, Zhu Haomiao turned around, glancing around, finally setting his eyes on the terrified and distorted older woman.

"Old Buddha, I've heard that Chongzhen hanged himself on a crooked old tree on this hill, now it's your turn~"

The young man's face carried a sunny smile, but his words were as cold and piercing as the wind from the Extreme North!

After speaking, Zhu Haomiao looked at the equally terrified and despairing young man in a dragon robe, soothingly said.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, a family should be neat and tidy, I promise to find you an even more crooked old tree than Old Buddha! Hanging from it will sway with the wind, extremely graceful~"

Listening to the young man's teasing and cruel words, as if picturing himself hanging from a tree, swaying in the wind, the older woman shivered in fear, a foul water stain spreading beneath her.

In contrast, the young man in a dragon robe still retained the last shred of courage, gritting his teeth said.

"I...am willing to abdicate, just ask the hero to spare my life."

Seeing the other party still wanting to negotiate, Zhu Haomiao shook his head regretfully.

Too late, Da Qing's Heavenly Destiny is dead, you're of no use alive...

"No..."

Before he could continue speaking, the young man swung his sword, cutting through the air, the thin as cicada's wing sword light flashing away.

[Armor Breaking Force·Triumph]

[Flying Brilliance·Star Fall]

A dozen loyal servants were instantly frozen in place, their eyes widening slowly, a crimson blood line appearing on their necks.

Thud~

One by one, their heads fell to the ground without closing their eyes, and without the servants to support them, the older woman and the young man in a dragon robe fell to the ground, soon drenched in the gushing blood.

"Ahhhhh!!"

The stench of blood filled the air, the once-living servants turned into headless corpses in an instant, the two survivors collapsing into the heap of corpses, letting out mad, terrified screams.

"Tsk tsk, you two represent the face of my Da Qing after all, how can you bark like mangy dogs with broken spines?"

"Show some spirit! Don't lose face!"

The young man holding a sword in one hand and a seal in the other strolled leisurely, a mocking smile tugging at his lips, enjoying the sight of their twisted expressions nearing breakdown.

Until the young man stood before them, the eerie, pitch-black shadow like death enveloping their spirits, the older woman, mentally collapsing, wailed incoherently, begging for mercy, frantically kowtowing with disheveled hair.