The flames ignited the powerless ship, and the bottom of the ship was broken through.

Enormous waves surged, and the world of water and fire swallowed up Xie Huaizheng and a thousand armored warriors.

Amidst the flames and the waves, those who once were grateful to him now all appeared fierce and distorted.

A barrage of twisted accusations surged at him, the final impressions he had of the mortal world:

"It was you who released the granary secretly and colluded with merchants to transport the grain, leaving us with nothing to eat!"

"Don't think that by cooking a few pots of grain mixed with sand and stones you are doing disaster relief. You claim to have provided aid, yet my young child still died—why?"

"We merely robbed a few of the wealthy and heartless families, yet you ordered the soldiers to beat us out with clubs and throw us into the Celestial Prison!

You keep saying you are an imperial envoy, but what kind of envoy are you who cannot distinguish right from wrong?"

"You said you would invite masters from the Daoist Sect to treat our plague, yet your final solution was to lock my parents, my wife, and my children into that Yi City.

The fire raged in that city for three days, and they were burned alive within.

You claim to have saved someone—who did you save? Who?"

The cries of pain merged into infinite sharp arrows.

They pierced Xie Huaizheng until he was riddled with holes, his Dao Heart shattered, his literary spirit crumbling.

Until later, he didn't know how long had passed, until what was left of Xie Huaizheng was washed from the Broken Jade River into the Cloud Water River by the surging waters.

Finally, he was carried by the waves of the Cloud Water River to the Pufeng Mountain, beneath the Locust Tree Forest.

He didn't know on which day he awoke, only that the overwhelming resentment sustained him, unwilling to allow his consciousness to be extinguished.

For ten years, he had endured through thousands of days and nights of resentment and pain.

How could he be defeated today, at this moment, by the cunning tricks of a youngster?

Xie Huaizheng, dressed in white, stained with blood, walked over the waves, holding a shattered Official Seal, laughing loudly in grief:

"In my life, when have I ever been ashamed before heaven and earth?

You miserable beings, too ashamed to face me, thus find every excuse.

The world is filled with fools, not one deserves to live.

Lad, you wish to put me to death, but I will ensure you die first! Kill—"

He finally broke free from Chen Xu's verbal commands, and the Official Seal in his hand emitted a fierce red light, piercing through the surging long river like a jade belt in the sky.

With lightning speed, he instantly attacked Chen Xu.

Chen Xu, having just clashed with him, caught a glimpse of his life experiences.

And at that time, the glimpse was another form of confrontation.

It was the endless resentment in the surging flood clashing with Chen Xu's will, Xie Huaizheng's life of volatility and sorrow clashing with Chen Xu's Dao Heart.

Even though Chen Xu's heart was like iron, in that moment he couldn't help but be drawn in, falling into that world entirely consumed by dust.

For several fleeting moments, Chen Xu even felt as if he became Xie Huaizheng.

Feeling his feelings, suffering his pains, hating his hatreds.

When the fierce force from the Official Seal in Xie Huaizheng's hand shot towards him, he seemed stunned.

A cold smile appeared on Xie Huaizheng's face.

But the next moment, the figure of the green-skinned little ghost suddenly vanished without a trace.

What's going on?

The Ghost King felt a twitch in his heart, suddenly sensing something amiss.

Yet as soon as the premonition arose, a chill struck his back.

Chen Xu, wielding the Ghost Blood Blade, traversed the Netherworld, and suddenly appeared behind Xie Huaizheng.

Exerting the Firewood Splitting Knife Technique he had painstakingly practiced.

Xie Huaizheng's life could not affect him, only strengthening his resolve, determined to eradicate this ghost!

The blade's glimmer flashed.

[Chopping Wood Level 2 (976/1000)]

Microscopic: Perceive the secrets of the square-inch world.

Heart Fire arises, everything becomes firewood.

He shouted: "Xie Huaizheng, I command you to be my firewood!"

Xie Huaizheng was shocked, unprepared for such a command.

This peculiar command appeared, causing Xie Huaizheng's body to stall for a moment.

And so, the blade fell.

Neither too far nor too near, it cleaved down the center.

Chen Xu only felt that he had struck an unyielding stone as hard as black iron.

The Ghost King's body could disperse like smoke and clouds, or be as firm as metal and iron.

Chen Xu commanded him like firewood, and he became akin to ironwood firewood.

The blade struck the firewood's head, emitting a resounding clang.

Like lightning within morning dew, Chen Xu shouted: "Xie Huaizheng, you said in life you were unashamed before heaven and earth, but after death, feeding on countless innocents, do you claim a clear conscience?"

The blade's brilliance resounded, cleaving not only Xie Huaizheng's ghostly body but also his current soul.

Xie Huaizheng laughed aloud: "The world wrongs me, what harm if I wrong the world?"

Their verbal confrontation was a battle of tongues, striving for the upper hand amidst verbal spears.

Chen Xu said: "Every injustice has a head, every debt has an owner; you don't seek your true enemies for revenge, instead devour innocents—how dare you call yourself a hero among ghosts?"

Xie Huaizheng coldly sneered: "Who in this world can claim innocence? Even a child in swaddling clothes, to survive, can drink a mother's fresh blood.

It's said craftsmen make coffins, not hating death, their benefit blind to its shame!

In vain I read the sages' books, only to know the evil of humanity at the moment of death.

You are also a ghost, being so, why pretend to speak of humanity?

If you wish to kill, then kill; alas... you cannot kill this king. Hahaha!"

His ghostly energy was indeed severely damaged, his state extraordinarily weak.

Yet in a parallel state, he possessed a certain unspoken grandeur and exquisite ghost energy manipulation exceeding both old stagers like Cai and the Patrol Envoy.

This enhanced his real combat power immeasurably above theirs.

Then, the green-skinned little ghost behind him said: "You call me a ghost, but look again and see who I really am?"

"What?" Xie Huaizheng involuntarily turned his head.

Upon turning, he saw the green skin on the little ghost slip away like a cicada's shell.

Revealing instead a striking figure of a young man, catching Xie Huaizheng off guard, suddenly sensing a majestic Vast Qi swelling forward like rolling clouds.

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