The Human Emperor (200-400)

C222: Cleaning Up the Aftermath

With no one else around to bother him within the room, Wang Chong swiftly calmed his thoughts and began to decipher the hundred-word sutra in his head.

Art of Life Massacre formed the foundation of a top-notch ultimate technique. Even though it only consisted of a hundred words, the intent and profundity behind it was far superior to all techniques Wang Chong had learned before.

“Art of Life Massacre, slaying all lives that stand in one’s way… This ultimate technique that Elder Su created is quite domineering. It’s no wonder why he’s careful in imparting it to others.”

Wang Chong thought.

This sutra was only the very first layer of the Art of Life Massacre. Judging from the killing intent concealed within the white stone, it was very likely for there to be an even higher level sutra hidden deeper within. However, just the majestic and domineering intent from these first hundred words were sufficient to shock one.

‘The heartless heavens view all lifeforms as nothing more than dust’, this is the true essence of the universe.

And this was the true intent that flowed through the hundred words of Su Zhengchen’s sutra. It carried a majestic aura that viewed all lifeforms as nothing more than dust.

If this was only the first layer, it was difficult to imagine how powerful one could get by mastering the final layer of the technique, the Art of Demon and God Obliteration.

It didn’t take long for Wang Chong to reach a state of imperturbability, focusing his entire attention into deciphering and comprehending the technique. The more profound a martial art was, the more difficult it would be to comprehend it. From another perspective, this might be another of Su Zhengchen’s tests.

Time creeped by, and a long time later, a surge of exhaustion suddenly overwhelmed his thoughts. Slowly, he opened his eyes.

“Looks like I’ll have to stop here for the moment. Su Zhengchen’s martial art is simply too taxing on the mind!”

Wang Chong noted.

The Art of Life Massacre was different from his teacher’s Little Yinyang Art. It focused less on the technique itself and, instead, delved deeper into the manipulation of one’s origin energy. Such techniques tended to be more profound and, thus, more difficult to cultivate.

At least, in terms of difficulty, the Art of Life Massacre was way above that of the Little Yinyang Art.

Meditating on the spot, only when Wang Chong felt as though his spirit had fully recovered did he finally open his eyes once more.

“Come in!”

Wang Chong spoke with his gaze directed at the door.

Huala!

Many silhouettes appeared in the formerly empty doorway and entered. Zhao Jingdian, Zhuang Zhengping, Chi Weisi, Xu Qi, Gao Feng, and Chen Burang—all of them had fought at his side last night. Their faces were still a little pale, but after a night of rest, they were in much better condition than before.

“Gongzi!”

As soon as they walked in, they hurriedly lowered their heads respectfully. They bowed not just to his prestigious background, but more importantly, to Wang Chong’s performance yesterday. He had won all of their respect.

Yesterday, as the arrows fell and the ground forces poured in, many panicked. Only Wang Chong managed to maintain his composure, organize everyone, build a defense line, and eventually, launch a counterattack. Only Wang Chong.

If not for him, who knew how many people would have died last night? It was no exaggeration to say that Wang Chong had saved all of their lives.

“Sit down!”