Global Villain: I Can Only Become Stronger After I Die

109: Chapter 109 TragedyMeanwhile, outside the city.

A vast, mighty army, like a surging tide, tightly surrounded the entire city, forming an invisible cage from which no one inside could escape.

Standing at the forefront of the army was a young man wearing a scholar’s cap; his posture was upright, his gaze like torches, revealing an innate majesty.

”Your Highness, there are still civilians in the city who haven’t evacuated. What should we do?” a middle-aged general said with a troubled expression. His brows were tightly locked, his demeanor full of worry.

Crown Prince Murong Xuecun said in a deep voice, ”We cannot wait any longer. Attack immediately.” His tone was cold and resolute, allowing for no questioning.

”Yes!” the army behind Crown Prince Murong Xuecun shouted in unison, their voices echoing through the heavens, as if wanting to shatter the sky.

This deafening cry demonstrated their determination and courage.

Just then.

A youth slowly walked out from the city gate. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, his shadow was stretched very, very long, like a lonely black line extending into the unknown distance.

Luo Xiu looked at the overwhelming army before him, a hint of determination appearing on his youthful face.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms, yet he seemed to feel no pain.

”Since the world bullies me, then I shall embrace the devil.”

Luo Xiu’s eyes suddenly exploded with a sharp light; in that radiance, there was despair, madness, and a trace of unwillingness to accept his fate.

Then, dragging his longsword, he charged toward the Great Xia army. His steps were firm and resolute, each one seemingly carrying the force of a thousand jun.

Crown Prince Murong Xuecun saw this, narrowed his eyes, and a trace of doubt rose in his heart.

”A child?”

The middle-aged general on the side was also completely bewildered. He asked suspiciously, ”Rumor has it that the city-destroying demon is a white-haired youth. This is...” His words were filled with incomprehension and confusion.

Crown Prince Murong Xuecun heard this and said indifferently, ”Anyone who obstructs the army, kill without mercy!” The voice seemed to come from the nine nether abysses, bone-chilling and terrifying.

Having said that.

Crown Prince Murong Xuecun waved his hand gently, and the army behind him, riding their iron cavalry, charged fiercely toward Luo Xiu.

The sound of hooves was like thunder, shaking the earth.

The leading cavalryman brandished his long saber, the blade flashing with endless killing intent.

Meanwhile, a power so strong it made one tremble erupted from Luo Xiu’s body.

The longsword in his hand danced like a phantom, each strike carrying a determination to kill and incomparable power.

The first cavalryman to rush forward, before he could even see Luo Xiu’s movements, had his head severed by a single strike, blood spraying out.

The subsequent cavalrymen were intimidated by Luo Xiu’s fearless aura, but military orders were like mountains, so they still braced themselves and charged forward.

Luo Xiu’s figure wove through the iron cavalry; his clothes were already dyed red with blood, indistinguishable whether it was the enemy’s or his own.

His eyes were bloodshot, like a demon god from hell, each attack accurately claiming the lives of his enemies.

”Kill!” Luo Xiu roared, his voice filled with rage and resolution.

As time passed, more and more corpses fell on the battlefield, yet Luo Xiu seemed tireless.

Crown Prince Murong Xuecun watched this scene from the rear, his heart filled with shock.

He had not expected this seemingly youthful boy to possess such terrifying strength.

But the war did not stop because of Luo Xiu’s strength; more soldiers poured in continuously.

Luo Xiu’s movements became faster and fiercer. Gradually, a vacuum zone formed around him where no one dared to approach. Any enemy who came close was instantly slain.

Finally, under Luo Xiu’s frantic slaughter, all the enemies fell at his feet.

The battlefield was filled with a thick, bloody scent, with corpses piled up like mountains.

Luo Xiu stood in this Shura field, panting heavily. He looked at the corpses covering the ground, without a trace of pity in his heart.

Because in his eyes, these people were all enemies who wanted his life.

Crown Prince Murong Xuecun looked at the scene before him, his face pale.

”Who exactly is this child?”

At this moment, the sunset had completely faded, and darkness gradually enveloped this bloody battlefield.

Luo Xiu dragged his blood-stained longsword, walking step by step toward Crown Prince Murong Xuecun, each step seemingly treading on everyone’s heartstrings.

The soldiers behind Crown Prince Murong Xuecun involuntarily retreated, their eyes filled with fear, full of dread for this seemingly frail yet god-of-slaughter-like youth before them.