The Rise of History’s Most Powerful Empire

After killing the three samurai just now, the demon was busy enjoying his spoils, which were the corpses of the samurai.

A warrior's corpse is a rare blood food, and the essence of blood energy contained in it is a rare tonic for this monster. Eating more will help his strength grow.

So all of a sudden, he concentrated his energy on the three corpses, busy devouring them and recovering his strength.

For a moment, he forgot that there were more blood food waiting for him in the village. There were nearly a hundred people, enough for him to eat for how long.

The demon, who is not very intelligent, is constantly calculating in his heart. There was a hideous and terrifying smile in the eyes of the villagers.

Damn monster, isn't it enough for him to kill three noble warriors, and he really wants to destroy our small village?

The middle-aged man who was crying bitterly was full of disbelief, and a ruthless look flashed in his eyes, and he clenched the rough spear in his hand.

My lords, now this monster is determined to destroy our village. If it is not eliminated, nearly a hundred people in the whole village will suffer. No matter what, we will all die. If this is the case, why don't we go with the village? This demon has worked hard, if he can be lucky enough to kill him, he can also save the lives of my relatives.

The middle-aged man roared and said to the villagers around him.

When the villagers around heard the middle-aged man's words, the fear in their eyes gradually faded, and a look of determination appeared instead.

That's right, their family escaped here, and they couldn't escape, and this monster was determined to destroy their village, so there was bound to be a conflict.

Now that fear is useless, the only way out is to kill.

More than 30 villagers clenched their farm implements and weapons and yelled a few words to embolden them. He rushed towards the monster.

A hint of teasing him flashed in the demon's eyes. Although he was at the first level, he had suffered a lot of injuries. If he really faced more than 30 soldiers, he would definitely die. Even against each other in the heyday, there is no escape from death.

But now, facing the formation formed by these villagers, he is not afraid at all.

The demon yelled loudly, and rushed up unwilling to show weakness.

The two sides were fighting, and under the incomparable strength of the demon, people kept screaming, and then became a corpse on the ground.

In just a few minutes, there were already a dozen corpses lying densely on the ground.

The rest of the villagers have lost all courage, and the courage they mustered up just now to defend their homes has retreated one after another. The movements of their hands have slowed down, and their footsteps are hesitant, as if they are looking for an opportunity to escape.

Just when the situation was completely out of control, the villagers had completely lost the courage to fight, and the village seemed destined to be destroyed.

A chuckle came from behind the demon.

Hehehe, it seems that someone seems to be in trouble!

Zhong Yu's voice came over.

The voice seemed to have some kind of magical power. The monster who was concentrating on slaughtering the villagers in front of him suddenly received some kind of summon and turned his head around.

The villagers who originally wanted to escape were hesitant, and they all turned their attention to the source of the sound.

In front of them, a young man dressed in a purple robe, full of dignity, and the light all over his body made it impossible to look directly at, walking slowly towards the battlefield at the entrance of the village.

All of a sudden, many villagers seemed to see a god. Zhong Yu's aura and unconvincing thoughts from the bottom of his heart were like the gods in their legends, making people unable to resist.

And the monster in front of the villagers really roared, and quickly ran towards the bell, the sharp claws in his hand kept dancing, as if setting the bell to death.

Obviously, the demon was ashamed and annoyed by his fear just now. This action now is to vent the fear that I had just now.

The actions of the monster aroused the worries of the villagers.

The man with an admirable temperament in front of him looked a little pale and thin, not like a samurai who exercised regularly.

Can this weak appearance resist that powerful monster like a hill?

However, amidst the worries of these villagers and the furious attack of the monster, Zhong Yu launched his counterattack.

I saw that Zhong Yu didn't make any movements, and still maintained his elegant posture, but his slightly squinted eyes suddenly opened, and stared at the monster that was rushing towards him.

Two sharp gazes pierced the monster's eyes, and then entered his mind through the eyeballs, causing him to tremble all over, and the body that was originally galloping stopped abruptly.

The demon stood stiffly halfway, his body motionless, and finally, under the blowing of a breeze, his whole body turned into dust and scattered.

Hiss...

The villagers at the entrance of the village could not help but gasp several times.

Their originally fragile hearts became more and more fragile when the facts in front of them shocked them.

In their eyes, the unstoppable demon, who was so powerful as a terrifying god, turned into ashes when the weak-looking man looked at him.

This horrible fact made it difficult for them to accept, and it made them feel extremely scared.

How could such a powerful adult come to a small mountain village like theirs.

In the impression of the villagers, based on their knowledge, I am afraid that only the legendary sword master has such a cultivation level.

No, I'm afraid even the Juggernaut is not as good as it is, only the legendary true gods have it.

Cough cough cough!

A burst of violent coughing sounded in the ears of the villagers, and they hurriedly looked around, only to see that the powerful warrior who had just killed the demon had arrived at the entrance of their village. And he was coughing violently, his chest was heaving and unsteady, as if he had suffered a serious injury.

What kind of powerful existence is it that can hurt such a powerful warrior?

Every villager at the entrance of the village had this question in their hearts, but they were quickly pressed to the bottom of their hearts, and they left it behind, daring not to think about it.

This honorable samurai-sama, the villain Nakamura Heiji, thank you very much for your help, saving the lives of nearly a hundred people in this small village!

At this time, the middle-aged man who was dressed quite decently, who was crying and mourning just now, and took the lead in rushing towards the demon, spoke out first, and expressed his thanks to Zhong Yu cautiously.

You don't need to be too polite, it's just a matter of lifting your hands. I'm injured now and need a place to recuperate. I hope to stay in Guicun for a while, and I hope you can agree.

The corner of Zhong Yu's mouth was still smiling, but although his tone was polite, it was full of unquestionable and faint sense of command.