Eastern: I love doing good things-Chapter 162 : Repeated torment

When the country prospers and thrives, the common people suffer; when the country collapses and falls into ruin, the common people still suffer.

This is the reality of this world, but compared to the latter, one would rather be a dog in an era of peace than be a person during times of war and turmoil.

"Tsk..." Fang Yuan sighed softly, lightly tapping his toes as he flew toward the distant city.

In the desolate city, the piled-up jingoistic monuments were still visible everywhere, emitting a foul odor and releasing the wails of suffering. Yet, the scattered common people seemed oblivious to them, walking past as if numb and indifferent.

They were the colonized people. With the fall of the local pacification office, Hanhai Province was no longer a part of the Yan Kingdom. The region of Qingye Prefecture had been handed over to He Sang Kingdom by a master from overseas, and from that moment on, the heads of the common people were severed one after another, piled into mountains.

The reason they hadn't been executed yet was that the heavenly dog god of He Sang Kingdom, to which they offered sacrifices, couldn't absorb so many souls and resentments at once.

In other words, it had eaten too much and couldn't finish it all, so it needed time to digest.

Once it got hungry again, it would continue to feast.

But even so, the people had no plans to escape, for they had no chance against the warriors of He Sang Kingdom.

The common people, wandering the streets, would rather pass by these horrifically cruel jingoistic monuments than stand near the city gates for even a second because there, several warriors of He Sang Kingdom were guarding the area.

The sounds of women crying, begging, accompanied by the mocking and scolding voices of the soldiers, echoed from the gates.

They all knew what was happening but didn't even have the courage to take a look.

Until, at a certain moment, the cries of the women continued, but the mocking and scolding voices suddenly stopped.

Fang Yuan, expressionless, walked into the city and casually tossed several severed heads of He Sang Kingdom soldiers, each sporting a moon-shaped hairstyle, to the ground.

"There are still people alive here..."

At first, they thought the city had already turned into a dead zone, but to their surprise, there were still survivors.

After a brief thought, Fang Yuan waved his hand, and his white robe was instantly replaced by heavy black iron armor, with a red cloak embroidered with the word "Yan" draped over his shoulders.

This was the standard military attire of the Yan Kingdom soldiers. In an enemy-occupied area, Fang Yuan's attire was highly conspicuous, and it would surely attract many enemies to come and take the bait.

He continued forward.

As Fang Yuan's figure appeared in the eyes of the common people, their previously numb expressions began to tremble, and a faint glimmer of life appeared on their dull faces.

A young boy, wearing the uniform of the pacification office, appeared here?!

But wasn't the pacification office already destroyed?

Then who was this boy...?

Before they could figure out the question, dozens of soldiers with moon-shaped hairstyles charged at him, screaming wildly.

Not only the common people but also the warriors of He Sang Kingdom standing guard noticed him.

"What's that muttering about...?"

The boy raised his right hand lightly, then clenched it tightly. In an instant, every He Sang Kingdom warrior trying to approach him was twisted into a contorted mess!

"Ah!!!"

The warriors of He Sang Kingdom, who had been shouting in an incomprehensible language, were now screaming in agony that everyone could understand.

The people around them, whose gazes had been dim, now flickered with the light of hope.

The boy's armor and his heroic stature became deeply etched in their minds!

This was also the reason Fang Yuan changed into his battle gear: to give the people here a strong morale booster!

He wanted to send a message to the people, one that would tell them that the pacification office of the Yan Kingdom had returned!

Even if it was just Fang Yuan alone, one person could still become an army!

"Ahhh!!!——"

The warriors of He Sang Kingdom were still screaming. Their bodies were twisted into grotesque shapes, yet they hadn't died.

A greenish light continued to blossom across their bodies, healing them, and under the powerful vitality, they simply couldn't die.

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But the gravitational force Fang Yuan applied on them also hadn't dissipated.

The two forces intertwined, causing these foreign warriors' bodies to constantly heal, only to be destroyed again, in an endless cycle.

Rather than directly killing them, this method consumed more of Fang Yuan's spiritual power, but he was willing to pay the price because doing so brought him immense pleasure—immense pleasure that made his lips curl into a grin that almost reached his ears!

Not only Fang Yuan, but even the common people around, witnessing this scene, couldn't help but show a sense of satisfaction!

"Who, who dares to cause trouble in He Sang Kingdom's territory!"

A furious roar suddenly echoed through the city, and then, a short man rushed out from the pacification office building!

The words above his head read: [He Sang Kingdom Seven Realm Warrior: Black Mountain Man].

Black Mountain Man was the highest leader of He Sang Kingdom in this invasion!

As soon as he rushed out of the building, Black Mountain Man immediately noticed the red and black cloak. However, when he saw that the owner of the cloak was just a boy, he couldn't help but feel a sense of surprise.

"The pacification office people... and a kid? Who gave you the courage to come here and cause trouble by yourself!"

Black Mountain Man sneered: "Don't you know that even your general was like a dog, slaughtered by me!"

"His head was even chopped off, hanging high at the gate of the provincial capital of Hanhai!"

Although it was Lord Ximon who did it, Lord Ximon was his ally, so it was practically the same as him doing it!

Black Mountain Man originally wanted to boast a bit and mock the boy, but he didn't expect that his actions would anger Fang Yuan instead.

"Is that so..." Fang Yuan nodded slightly. "He died in peace, but you... I promise you, I'll make you beg for death and still not be able to die!"

Black Mountain Man suddenly felt a chill in his heart. Then he looked around at his subordinates lying on the ground.

Every one of them was twisted into unnatural shapes, but they were not dead yet. Instead, they were strangely full of vitality, even screaming loudly.

What kind of dark magic was this?

Even though He Sang Kingdom was known for its dark arts, he had never seen anything as bizarre as this!

Was this even considered alive? What would happen if it happened to him?

No, he couldn't think about it! He was a seven-realm warrior, with a god spirit attached to him. This boy was just a little kid. How could he possibly be a match for him?

Black Mountain Man suppressed his growing fear and swiftly drew the long knife at his waist, gripping it tightly with both hands, lifting it high above his head: "Three-Day Crescent Slash!"

The blade, like white light, crossed several meters, slashing down at Fang Yuan. Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart with a hissing sound!

This strike carried immense power, but as time passed, its strength not only didn't continue to grow but rapidly diminished.

In just one breath, it was completely dissipated!