Terrified screams, shoving and cursing, mixed with desperate cries to maintain order, all mingled together, like cold water splashed into a boiling pot of oil. Under the setting sun, the calm was instantly shattered like a mirror.
Those who had died were now staggeringly standing back up.
Like the zombies and ghosts of mythological tales, their eyes glowed red, their faces hideously twisted, as they attacked everyone present.
Some people were pounced upon by the creatures, their flesh torn open, emitting terrified screams.
Others were deliberately pushed down by those nearby, as several large feet trampled mercilessly over them, quickly silencing their cries.
Song Baoyi was the closest.
He wanted to maintain order, but the scene was too chaotic.
Everyone had lost their senses, only desperately trying to escape the scene.
A swollen, greenish hand suddenly pressed on Song Baoyi's shoulder, the stench of decaying corpse water penetrating his nostrils as if alive. Song Baoyi cursed under his breath, didn't turn around, and instead immediately slapped the rotten chest behind him.
Clang!
The long sword was drawn, accompanied by a streak of bright blade light.
An arm of the rotten corpse was chopped off, but seemingly oblivious, it still roared and lunged at Song Baoyi with its mouth wide open. These creatures' strength was unimaginably great; even with an arm missing, Song Baoyi staggered back several steps in haste.
By the time he managed to kick it away, he discovered three more rotten corpses closing in. Under the tense emotion, Song Baoyi breathed heavily, sweat breaking out on his forehead.
And his accompanying officers were even worse. Seeing more rotten corpses unsteadily rising from the ground, they had no intention of fighting and desperately hid backward, wishing they could shed their uniforms and disappear into the crowd.
Su Gui stood at the front of the crowd with two Protectors by his side.
The two Protectors were indeed loyal, not abandoning Su Gui even in the face of such strange events.
But they had come in a hurry.
They had no weapons, only carrying two long poles.
With a swooshing sound of breaking air, the poles were swung down hard onto the head of a rotten corpse.
A crisp crack was heard.
It wasn't the skull of the rotten corpse that broke, but the long pole in the Protector's hand.
These rotten corpses, ordinary people in life, had become enhanced after death, not only with strength comparable to the top experts of the martial world but also with denser bones. Ordinary attacks were barely effective against them unless armed with sharp weapons to sever their limbs.
One Protector stood in front of old Master Su, while the other tried to pull Su Gui away to flee.
But they failed.
The crowd surged past them.
Su Gui, not young and somewhat corpulent, was slow to move.
Despite the Protector's dragging, he moved with difficulty and staggered and fell.
His expression blank, he watched as seven or eight rotten corpses stumbled toward him in the red light of the setting sun, even spotting a semblance of an old friend in some.
The Family Head of the Xu Family, named Xu Shengde, had been Su Gui's competitor for many years.
Now turned into a rotten corpse, he did not forget his old rival. This slightly corpulent middle-aged rotten corpse led the way, his jaws wide open with yellowed teeth dragging viscous corpse fluid, roaring fiercely as he lunged at the fallen and immobilized Su Gui.
The Protectors' sanity was shattered by fear. They screamed, abandoned Su Gui, and turned to flee.
Su Gui's eyes widened, his mind a complete blank.
Bang!
Accompanied by a loud explosion, the fist the size of a clay pot turned into a streak of black light and heavily smashed onto the rotting corpse's face.
The terrifyigly extreme force burst out violently, and the latter's head exploded like a rotten watermelon, with splintered bones mixed with stinking rotten flesh and blood plasma splattering everywhere.
Su Heng swung his large hand, his robust body standing in front of Su Gui like a pitch-black iron wall.
Two nearby rotting corpses were grabbed by their heads, and with a forceful clench of his arms, he smashed them together with a bang, their brain matter and blood plasma shooting up to a height of several meters as the two headless bodies, leaking putrid corpse fluids, slumped to the ground limply.
"You dare to be presumptuous in front of me, playing god?"
Crackle!
Su Heng looked at the walking corpses before him, a faint red glow emanating from his eyes.
He shook his head as the sternocleidomastoid, trapezius, and platysma muscles around his neck bulged, from his chin to his chest the muscle fascia turned dark and swollen, tearing his long robe, his face covered with a thick murderous aura.
Thick blood splattered on Su Heng's face and chest.
This bloody combat was also Su Heng's first experience, but he felt no discomfort, instead, there was a sense of intense exhilaration.
Seven or eight rotting corpses were drawn towards him, Su Heng leaped into them like a fierce tiger plunging into a flock of sheep, smashing his fists down one after another. Their heads, like rotting watermelons, were smashed to pieces, their bodies directly torn apart, limbs and arms scattering like sprays of foam, with blood flowing everywhere.
Not far away…
Song Baoyi, a low-ranking official, stood dumbfounded watching the scene unfold before him.
He had just killed three rotting corpses himself, aware that these monsters were tough to deal with. They were immensely strong, insensitive to pain, and he had to be careful not to get hurt himself.
He had to carefully calculate the distance and look for opportunities with each one he faced.
Nothing like Su Heng, who was simply swinging his fists wildly, his True Qi bursting forth, keeping any monster from getting close.
And those brutally exaggerated pitch-black iron fists seemed even more ferocious than any earthly weapon. Any rotting corpse that brushed against them was instantly killed, and if hit directly, they were thoroughly exploded on the spot, blood and flesh flying, not even leaving a whole corpse.
Within moments.
Hundreds of rotting corpses had been slaughtered by Su Heng alone.
A slightly clever constable shouted and tried to seize the opportunity to claim credit.
However, Su Heng performed a dragon's tail swing, his muscular legs like an axe swung by a deity, blasting through the air with a faint white turbulence, and directly bisecting a rotting corpse behind him, cutting it in half at the waist.
The lower body fell to the ground, while the upper half, carrying tremendous kinetic energy, smashed right onto the head of the reckless close approaching constable.
The latter and the rotting corpse's torso collided fully, his face and body covered in fresh blood, his eyes wide with horror, screaming wildly. He scurried outward on all fours, a strong foul smell emanating from his crotch, having been scared into incontinence by the impact.
"Xu De…"
Su Heng paid no attention to the thoughts of those around him, merely immersed in his slaughter.
Not until he punched through the last rotting corpse's chest, shattering its decayed heart and incidentally snapping its spine.
He then took a long breath, returning to his senses from the killing frenzy.
The rotting corpse lay limp over Su Heng's powerful arm, facing the familiar face before him, Su Heng sighed again and slowly withdrew his bloodied arm from Xu De's body.