CHAPTER 466: CHAPTER 460: FIERCE AURA OVERFLOWING, SLAYING THE GOD OF MISFORTUNE

At this moment, the sinister wind that swept through the town had suddenly dissipated. The bustling energy of the people surged up instantly, as if the eerie atmosphere that had persisted from the continuous worship of the Grass Head Eight Declining Gods was completely washed away by the townsfolk’s sudden joy.

In this town, the legend of the Stone Horse had been passed down for a long time. Day in and day out, people burned incense and worshipped. Yet, over the decades, despite many offerings, no one had ever seen the Stone Horse come to life.

It was like in Hu Ma’s past life, when someone said that as long as a few stones were stacked together and incense candles and offerings were placed beside them, after a while, people would naturally come to worship, burn incense, offer tributes, and pray.

They did not know what it was for or what good it did, but they would follow along and worship.

Creating gods was just that easy.

This might sound absurd, but thinking about it conversely, what other means did they have besides worshiping this elusive Divine Statue?

And now, the rumors they had heard for decades suddenly became reality, as if a resonance had returned to the world, and there was finally a result from their years of worship.

The townsfolk believed for so many years that there was a General riding the Stone Horse, slaughtering plague ghosts for them. At this moment, such a General truly appeared, slaying the plague ghost.

"Yes, so this was the way to bring the Stone Horse to life..."

Feeling the changes in the town, even Hu Ma let out a deep breath, as if he had suddenly understood many things.

Everything was like a circle, a circle drawn by that young Master for over sixty years.

After slaying the plague ghost and sensing the resonance within the town, he vaguely felt the changes brought by the Great Mighty Sky General Seal he had been practicing.

It seemed as if the townsfolk’s countless years of worship of the Stone Horse, their unfulfilled prayers and incense offerings, at this moment found a focal point, mysteriously empowering him.

He couldn’t help but feel a subtle movement in his heart. So, is this the real treasure left in the town, what Big Red Robe insisted I must acquire?

Only by awakening the Stone Horse could it be obtained, for this thing does not exist in reality.

It does not exist in reality, which means it cannot be found by human efforts, nor can it be directly taken by hand.

In his current state, he had obtained it in another way, and he could feel that it was something very important.

However, he didn’t have time to examine it in detail for now.

After slaying this member of Erlang’s infantry, before having the leisure to think of anything else, Hu Ma had already vaguely seen that above Shima Town, seven other Grass Head Declining Gods had been alarmed, clearly sensing the changes here.

The seven towering members of Erlang’s infantry, figures so immense they almost merged with the night sky, seemed like giants encircling Shima Town and treading it underfoot. They now slowly raised their heads, their gaze fixed on him.

How many people could directly bear the gaze of a Table God?

Especially when the seven members of Erlang’s infantry, all with surprise, confusion, and even hostility, focused their gaze on one person?

At this moment, even Little Hongtang was shocked. Looking at the flames in the brazier before her, the flames were chaotically blown by seven gusts of wind from different directions. The flames flickered and trembled, almost extinguishing, and she even excitedly raised her basket.

Unfortunately, the brazier never completely extinguished, nor did it truly go out.

"Does anyone dare to offend the Gods?"

And at the same time, the Negative Spirits of the other seven Grass Head Declining Gods sensed an anomaly from one direction. They couldn’t believe it without seeing it:

How could one of their own be killed in an instant without even having a chance to fight back?

But the facts were undeniable. They had no time to dwell on it and forcibly shifted their attention. No longer bowing towards Shima Town, they turned their bodies to look toward the empty spot where the god emplacement had been.

"Those who disrespect the gods bring ruin upon themselves!"

Somber voices sounded as the seven servants or maidservants holding the spirit tablets simultaneously shouted in low voices, biting their tongues.

A mouthful of fresh blood suddenly spurted onto the tablets in their hands.

In an instant, turbulent dark clouds gathered, far fiercer than those that had loomed during the prolonged worship in Shima Town. From afar, seven towering figures could be seen approaching Hu Ma’s direction, their immense arms raised high, each holding their respective Magic Artifacts.

These included black gourds, white cloth banners, rusted iron hooks, tattered fishing nets, and peculiar items like curved snake fangs—a bizarre and grotesque assortment.

These items seemed real yet illusory, swaying in the night sky. Instantly, turbulent black qi pressed down towards Hu Ma.

CRACK! CRACK!

Just the weight of these things, or the weight of the Table God, was already enough to shatter someone’s soul. Even a Shousui man, facing such overwhelming pressure, would have their Divine Soul dimmed, and their body would wither instantly.

But Hu Ma had condensed the Great Mighty Sky General Dharma Form. In the chaotic dark wind, his stance remained unwavering. From afar, he watched the seven figures casting spells towards him. On his face, a rare, unusually arrogant and cold expression suddenly appeared:

"Cut my blessings, ruin my fate?"

"With just... insignificant Table Gods like you?"

As he let out a cold shout, the knife in his hand suddenly rose.

The seven Table Gods were too far away. It seemed the Shousui man, with his limited reach, could only be suppressed by them here.

But Hu Ma let out a deep shout, raised the Evil Blade, and his Three Column Tao cultivation and entire Divine Soul surged without reservation. Then, holding his breath, he forcefully blew upon the black bone on the knife’s hilt.

This exhalation was different. Normally, blowing a breath was expelling living qi; when practicing techniques, it was like exhaling a breath of one’s destiny. But this time, Hu Ma, having condensed the Dharma Form, exhaled a gust of wind tantamount to a breath of pure soul qi onto the black bone.

In an instant, the black bone erupted with a terrifying baleful aura, within which could be vaguely heard sinister and cold laughter.

Instead of remaining suppressed by the Mana of the seven Grass Head Declining Gods, the roaring baleful aura surged upwards, dispersing their power. Then, propelled by the breath from his Divine Soul, this rampaging aura swept back towards them.

"You’re Tongyin Meng’s Grass Head Eight Declining Gods, and here, there’s the Zhen Sui Hu Family’s Five Evil Gods. Truly, in a duel, who would be lesser?"

The collision made the very air seem to shatter and turn chaotic, winds gusting wildly in all directions like roiling black clouds crushing together.

The seven towering Grass Head Declining Gods, who truly seemed like deities overlooking the small Shima Town, saw their immense forms tremble under this fierce baleful aura. They appeared unstable, as if about to topple over.

After all, the Five Evil Ghosts are already dead. If they were alive, would these Grass Head Eight Declining Gods merely stumble?

Hu Ma was a descendant of the Zhen Sui Hu Family, but without a teacher, his understanding of Protector Gods, blessings, and fate was limited. Even he hadn’t thought he would learn through the One Coin Sect, a sect intent on rebellion.

No wonder the Five Evil Gods were so arrogant back then, thinking they still had a chance to survive.

It probably didn’t even know that Hu Ma, back then, was so intent on killing it because he truly did not understand its importance...

But no matter, I’ll handle it myself...

As some ridiculous and bizarre thoughts flashed across his mind, Hu Ma merely sneered coldly, urging his steed forward, his gaze already showing a sinister ferocity.

His Divine Soul emerged from his Seven Apertures and condensed above his head. It carried the townsfolk’s countless years of worship and the arrogance and dominance of the Great Mighty Heaven Master General. With this power, he swung the knife in the direction of the Grass Head Seven Declining Gods.

After slashing one of the god emplacements, he felt something stir within him. His Divine Soul seemed to grow stronger, and he felt so exhilarated that his blood seemed to burn.

The Master Ma beneath him also seemed to sense it, more energized, immediately charging toward the second god emplacement.

"Such audacity..."

There were also people guarding that spot, sensing the anomaly, but before they could shout, they saw the dark shadow charging fiercely.

With a single slash, both the person and the spirit tablet they held were cleaved in two.

Those guarding the spirit tablets, whether maidservants or slaves, all possessed exceptional skills. Furthermore, being empowered by the deities made them formidable. In duels against the capable individuals of the town, they could fight for a long time and would likely secure victory.

But when the Shousui man wielding the Evil Blade got close, regardless of their skills, a single swing of the blade was all it took to end their lives.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

The fiery stallion beneath Hu Ma charged faster and faster. With every shadow representing a god emplacement he charged towards, a debilitating aura of decline fell upon Master Ma.

Endless suffering tormented Master Ma as it approached each god emplacement. The process of Hu Ma slaying a Declining God meant Master Ma endured another round of torment, yet it only grew more excited from it.

It grew increasingly eager, no longer seeming to run on the ground but rather to fly, its hooves barely touching the earth. Amidst its dazzling, almost ethereal movements, it truly embodied a sense of profound mystery.

"KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!"

Hu Ma roamed outside the town, swinging the great knife in his hand, his Divine Soul overflowing, full of authority.

A powerful baleful wind gathered around him, growing stronger and stronger, as if a black tornado whirled at his side. Master Ma’s speed seemed to defy logic; in the blink of an eye, he had already charged through four or five Ghost Altars.

The Shousui man’s reach was short, but his horse was fast! The Meng family servants clutching the spirit tablets felt the world go dark, barely comprehending what was happening before the sinister, terrifying blade was upon them.

The next moment, heads rolled, tablets shattered. Table Gods that had received incense for years were slain as simply as wandering resentful ghosts.