Return of the Celestial King

Just as Huo Jianqiang was anxiously wondering what to do, Qiangwei coldly walked up.

"Sir, I'll give you one chance to leave here at once. Otherwise, my people could drown you in their spit alone."

However, Zhang Song didn't look afraid in the slightest.

"Oh? A mere woman dares to threaten me? You must have a death wish!"

After exchanging a few hostile words, Zhang Song prepared to strike.

Seeing this, Qiangwei knew she had to strike first to gain the advantage.

She immediately waved her hand and shouted:

"Everyone, listen up! Attack together and take him down!"

At Qiangwei's command, all the disciples charged forward without hesitation, roaring as they came.

In the blink of an eye, they had Zhang Song surrounded!

Even watching so many people besiege Zhang Song, Huo Jianqiang wasn't the least bit reassured.

He couldn't help but ask:

"Miss Qiangwei, can your people really take him down?"

A wary look appeared in Qiangwei's eyes as she slowly shook her head.

"I don't know. This man is incredibly strong. We can only hope to contain him."

Yet, the moment the words left her mouth, a series of horrific screams rang out.

Clearly, Zhang Song was relentlessly slaughtering the elite disciples of Rose Hall!

Qiangwei was grief-stricken as she watched, but for the moment, she was utterly helpless.

She could only pray that the human wave tactic would be enough to slowly wear Zhang Song down.

After killing many people, Zhang Song noticed there was still a large crowd in the distance.

If he had to slowly deal with them one by one, there was no telling how long it would take.

He suddenly lost his patience. A sinister energy flashed across his face as he flicked his sleeve!

In the blink of an eye, a great cloud of black mist billowed from his wide sleeves.

The appearance of the black mist made everyone's hearts pound in terror. Qiangwei and Huo Jianqiang both scrambled back, overcome with a sense of foreboding.

Sure enough, in the next moment, the immense black mist enveloped several hundred of Rose Hall's disciples, forming a small domain that cut them off from the outside world.

"Oh no!"

Qiangwei cried out instinctively.

Immediately after, just as she'd feared, a series of unending, horrific screams echoed from within the black mist.

Hearing these screams, Qiangwei's heart completely shattered, and her face turned deathly pale!

Huo Jianqiang also cursed inwardly. 'This technique is too terrifying,' he thought. 'Even Master Wu Jing was nowhere near this powerful.'

Amidst the bloodcurdling screams, Zhang Song's wild and arrogant voice rang out.

"Haha! Inside my formation, I, Zhang Song, am God! Why haven't you surrendered yet?"

At this moment, he held the lives of these several hundred people in his hands. He could kill whomever he wanted, whenever he wanted.

In just a little while longer, all the Rose Hall disciples within the black mist would likely suffer a gruesome death on the spot!

Qiangwei's face twisted in anguish, her heart in such torment it felt like it was being fried in oil.

She knew her most trusted followers were being slaughtered, but she could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything.

Suddenly, Qiangwei spoke solemnly to Long Wu beside her:

"Long Wu, guard the Celestial King's door well. You absolutely cannot let anyone rush in!"

Long Wu's expression changed, and he immediately asked:

"Miss Qiangwei, what are you planning to do? Please don't do anything foolish!"

Qiangwei gave a bitter smile. Without another word, she gripped her sword and charged headfirst into the black mist.

Long Wu and Huo Jianqiang were both stunned, staring in shock.

"Miss Qiangwei, come back!"

Huo Jianqiang yelled.

But Qiangwei had already vanished into the black mist, her decision made.

Seeing this, Long Wu's face went blank, and his heart shattered.

He suddenly felt like a complete coward. 'I just stood here and watched the woman I love go to her death… and what did I do?'

'Just hide in the back, completely powerless!'

At that moment, Long Wu broke down completely. Tears streamed uncontrollably down his face as he succumbed to his despair.

He threw himself to his knees before Qin Tuo's door and screamed himself hoarse:

"Celestial King, when on earth are you coming out of your retreat? Hurry up and save us!"

Long Wu knew Qin Tuo was in seclusion, but at this moment he desperately hoped Qin Tuo could descend from the heavens and save everyone.

If Qin Tuo didn't come out soon, Zhang Song would truly turn this place into a living hell!

Huo Jianqiang let out a deep sigh, his expression full of regret.

Although he was the Chief Investigator of the Security Pavilion, he was powerless in the face of such a scene.

Qiangwei had disappeared into the mist, in danger of losing her life at any moment!

However, just then, the dense white mist in the sky suddenly and rapidly changed shape.

In the blink of an eye, it condensed into a giant sword over a hundred feet long that slashed straight down toward the black mist!

"What?"

Inside the black mist, Zhang Song looked up, his eyes filled with astonishment.

However, he had no time to react before the sound of shattering space echoed out…

CRACK!

In that instant, the black mist vanished without a trace.

The longsword, in turn, dissolved into motes of Spiritual Power that scattered in all directions.

Zhang Song stumbled back frantically, his face contorted in pain. He clutched his chest, as if he had just taken a devastating blow.

"Damn it, who are you? Get the hell out here!"

Zhang Song wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a terrifying killing intent flaring in his eyes.

Once the white mist dispersed, Qin Tuo was revealed, floating in mid-air. He looked like a Celestial God descending to the mortal world, exuding an indescribable, sacred aura.

He slowly opened his eyes, a cold smirk playing on his lips.

"And you call yourself a god with such petty, demonic tricks? What a joke!"

At the sight of Qin Tuo, everyone present was ecstatic.

Sword in hand, Qiangwei shed tears of pure, unadulterated relief.

Long Wu quickly scrambled up from the ground, trembling all over with excitement, unable to say a word!

Huo Jianqiang heaved a deep sigh of relief. He knew that with Qin Tuo out of his retreat, Zhang Song's rampage was over.

However, the sight of the corpses littering the courtyard was a major headache for Huo Jianqiang.

After all, as the Chief Investigator of the Security Pavilion, he had no idea how to handle the aftermath of such a massacre.

Seeing Qin Tuo make his appearance, Zhang Song's face was a mask of disbelief.

He had previously looked down on Qin Tuo, thinking he was nothing special.

But now, having experienced his power firsthand, he had no choice but to treat him with caution!

After all, a single moment of carelessness had actually left him with a slight internal injury.

Zhang Song was about to spout a few harsh words when he suddenly noticed something, and his face immediately filled with ecstasy!

"Hahaha, this is perfect…"

Zhang Song threw his head back and laughed.

Everyone around him felt this was bizarre. They couldn't understand why the fiend was suddenly laughing. 'Has he lost his mind?' they wondered.