632 The Killing Stone (2/2)

The crowd rushed to the front of Ning Que and blocked the road ahead.

Ning Que waved his knife again as fresh blood continued to spray.

Crying, shouting and swearing rang off the lakeside.

Ning Que killed the people in front of him while the rest wanted to retreat but were pushed to the front by the people at the back. When someone formed a path, countless brave souls from the crowd at the back would fill it.

Teacher was right. Once a crowd congregated, it possessed the most terrifying power. As there were too many, he couldn't kill all of them. His knife landed and hacked an honest looking middle-aged man.

He then swept his blade across and slashed open the chest of another monk. He then took another step forward and thought to himself that even if he used the talismans and arrows, he wouldn't be able to kill all of them.

Even if he could, Teacher and Eldest Brother wouldn't agree.

This thought suddenly flashed across his mind but was instantly wiped away by him forcibly. If he were to die with Sangsang, Teacher and Eldest brother would need to kill even if they didn't agree. As he thought about it, his wrists vibrated slightly as he swiped his blade up and knock away an old woman who couldn't even walk.

Along the way, he didn't know how many times he slashed his knife and how many people he killed. Sangsang and his body were long drenched in blood but there was still a large crowd in front of him. He couldn't see the exit.

He took a deep breath and continued waving his arms, slashing at anything that stood in his way. Whether it was human or reason, at the end of it, he became somewhat automated and numb.

Looking at the incredulous expressions and the bloodied faces, he understood something that many have said: No matter how strong a cultivator was, it was hard for a single person to take on the entire world.

Because humans' emotions could not be connected, their fear could not be connected. One couldn't use one's powers to subdue everyone. Hence, if one wanted to take on the world, one would need to kill enough people.

Ning Que had been killing people since young. Especially after going to the City of Wei, he had killed many horse gang from the Shubi Lake. Just by looking at his experience of killing people, there weren't many others in the world who could compete against him. Even Ye Hongyu didn't have the right to be compared with him. Hence, he was very clear that killing was a very tiring thing.

Even if one had a heart that was as immovable as a rock, as bone-chilling as the black jade from the South Sea and wouldn't be moved by the bloodiness and death, one's body would turn weary at the end of the day.

One's psyche powers will be used up. The talisman paper will be used up, the arrows will be used up. The knife will turn blunt and even if it doesn't, it takes strength with every swing of it. Most importantly, even though the recoil is small when the blade lands on human's skin and bones, there will come a time when it hurts as it accumulates.

At this moment, the sharp blade of the podao had cut open many bones and the friction had caused heat to be exuded. The bloodied water on it was giving off a faint mist. Ning Que kept it into the sheath and started swinging with the sheath on.

Turning the sheath into an iron rod, he swept aside anyone blocking his way. Even though it was slower than hacking, it had unexpected results. Some of the people were hit into the air by it and fell back into the crowd. The crowd at the back became more chaotic and some of them even begin to trample each other.

A kid was squeezed out by the crowd and landed in the empty space in front of Ning Que. He sat in the pool of blood and cried. He was about 7,8 years old and from the way he sat, it seemed like his legs were trampled by the crowd.

The sheath that Ning Que held in his hands fell from the sky and landed on the boy's head. Everything was quiet.

The crowd at the back was still noisy and chaotic and shouting continued. However, those nearby had quietened down subconsciously, staring at this image anxiously. They were waiting in shock for the bloody thing to appear.

Ning Que looked at the boy, he was expressionless as he waved the sheath gently and pushed him aside.

Sangsang rested on his shoulders, she was pale and weak. Looking at the boy crying on the floor in pain, she squeezed out a smile and said, ”Quick, let's go home.”

The boy sobbed and used his palms to help himself up before limping to the corner to hide. At this moment, he saw Sangsang's face and remembered that she was the daughter of Yama. The whole winter, his grandmother had threatened him with this devil. He couldn't help it as he screamed and subconsciously threw a stone in his hand towards that face.

At this moment, Ning Que was shoving aside a monk with the sheath and hadn't noticed.

Sangsang was strapped to his back and even if she saw it, she couldn't escape.

With a smack, the rock struck her forehead and fresh blood flowed down slowly.