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Chapter 724: Slaughtering Without Mercy [Part 2]
Chapter 724: Slaughtering Without Mercy [Part 2]
The dense cloud of blood mist was so thick that it couldn't disperse, and those outside who wanted to attack, help, or rescue couldn't see anything.
In the blink of an eye, the blood mist exploded and scattered in all directions.
Seven corpses, dried up like mummies, burst forth like blooming bombs, and amidst the flashing sword lights, a sword clashed directly with a 9th-rank Saint-level expert, the sound of their blades meeting echoing through the air.
The 9th-rank Saint-level expert staggered backward, and Night Demon immediately spun into the denser blood mist, which spread wildly, engulfing thirteen more Gold Cloud Sect experts who couldn't dodge in time, causing them to vanish instantly.
"Hehehe..."
Mad and cruel laughter echoed eerily from within the blood mist, shifting from left to right.
Blade lights flashed like a cold moon within the blood mist, flashing thirteen times in rapid succession.
Hate Heaven Blade!
Within the blood smoke, the power of the Hate Heaven Blade was unleashed to its utmost, and more blood mist rose with each strike.
Twenty-six corpses, split into two groups, lined up neatly on either side, their internal organs spilling out onto the ground, yet not a drop of blood fell to the earth.
The blood mist surged forward. Four 9th-rank Saint-level experts shouted in unison as they attacked: "Stop him!"
With a loud boom, the blood mist rippled and transformed into a blood-colored whirlwind, sweeping to the left. A scream rang out, and another person's head flew up over three zhang high, spinning in the air, their eyes filled with panic and despair.
Two people tumbled out, coughing up blood that couldn't be stopped.
By the time they stopped rolling, they had already become mummies.
The blood mist rolled, undulating like a blood-red sea, and it even dragged a 9th-rank Saint-level expert into its midst.
Night Demon's cruel voice echoed: "You think I can't kill a 9th-rank Saint-level expert? Watch me kill one for you!"
The blood mist shook, and from within, the sounds of intense collisions, clashing blades, and colliding palm strikes continued endlessly.
A loud explosion reverberated, followed by a muffled groan from within: "Take... the Sect Leader... and leave..."
But before the sentence was finished, a sword light suddenly swept past, carrying the might of heaven and earth, the sun, and the moon.
A head flew up more than twenty zhang into the air, spinning and floating alone.
The blood mist suddenly parted, revealing a headless corpse that continued to spin, blood gushing from the severed neck. The mummy-like corpse finally fell to the ground with a dull thud.
Everyone was silent, their eyes filled with terror as they witnessed this scene.
A moment later.
Plop.
The head dropped from the sky, landing somewhere unknown, its impact muffled.
A 9th-rank Saint-level expert had perished in the hands of Night Demon before even a breath's time had passed.
Qi Tianyue's legs trembled with fear, and everyone's eyes were filled with terror as they stared at the dense, undulating cloud of blood mist before them.
Unconsciously, they took a step back.
Within the blood mist, Fang Che coughed up a small mouthful of blood, then swallowed a pill, and amidst the swirling mist, his aura suddenly recovered to its peak.
The blood mist suddenly dispersed, and with a whoosh, it transformed into a thick, long blood dragon, its scales and horns vividly lifelike. It circled around Night Demon, dancing and swirling.
Night Demon's figure finally reappeared before everyone.
His gaze was cold as he looked at the crowd of Gold Cloud Sect disciples, a cruel smile curling his lips: "Hehehe... Golden Demon Sect? Hehehe..."
Everyone's faces paled, their eyes filled with terror.
Fifty-one people had surrounded Night Demon, yet he had killed thirty-three of them in an instant!
Even a 9th-rank Saint-level expert had fallen.
None of the Gold Cloud Sect disciples had truly fought Night Demon before; they had only heard tales of his slaughtering rampage, his invincibility, and his dominance in the Yanggu Chengshen Plan.
Even Qi Tianyue, the leader of the Gold Cloud Sect, had never truly fought Night Demon in the Yanggu Chengshen Plan.
Before taking action, they had been confident: Night Demon might be formidable, but could fifty-one Saint-level experts not defeat a single Night Demon?
Even in their wildest dreams, they hadn't imagined such a situation.
Everyone, including the remaining three 9th-rank Saint-level experts, now understood the truth behind a saying: "Beneath a great reputation, there is no falsehood."
A formidable person isn't made by boasting.
Fang Che stood amidst the circling blood dragon, its mouth wide enough to swallow a person.
His face was cruel, the tip of his sword dripping blood, the blood dragon swirling around him, and mummies scattered on the ground.
He truly resembled a demonic figure.
Even Sun Wutian at this moment would pale in comparison to Night Demon.
Casually holding his longsword, the tip of the Shadow Emperor Sword scraped against the ground, emitting a piercing sound.
Fang Che walked forward, a cruel smile on his lips.
With each step he took, the eighteen people opposite him retreated a step.
Their eyes were filled with terror, their hearts pounding, their fighting spirit shattered.
Even Qi Tianyue, the sect leader, was now so terrified that his gaze had lost focus.
Each of Fang Che's footsteps echoed in the hearts of the crowd.
Seeing the terrified expressions on the faces before him, Fang Che's gaze turned sinister. Suddenly, his body lunged forward, as if about to pounce, and he let out a low growl, "Roar!"
"Ahhhh..."
A skilled expert beside Qi Tianyue turned and fled, while the other trembled, his sword clattering to the ground. Qi Tianyue himself was so scared that his legs went weak, and he almost cried out.
But then he realized that Night Demon hadn't actually pounced. He had just stood in place and roared.
Instantly, the faces of everyone from the Golden Cloud Sect turned ashen.
"Hahaha..."
Fang Che burst into laughter, "Hahaha... This is too funny! I'm dying of laughter... So this is the Golden Cloud Sect? These are the experts of the Gold Demon Sect? How can they be so pathetic? Hahaha..."
"Shut up!"
A Ninth Rank Saint among them couldn't hold back his anger, "Night Demon, don't get too cocky!"
Fang Che looked at this elder with interest, "Let me ask, if I alone defeated all of you, why can't I be proud?"
"What will you use to stop me from being proud?"
"The whimpering of your defeated dogs?"
Fang Che laughed, "Qi Tianyue!"
"Night Demon!" Qi Tianyue's heart was filled with fear, as he realized something: Night Demon was not someone he could compare to, nor someone he could surpass. Although we are both sect leaders, Night Demon and I... are worlds apart!"
"Qi Tianyue, do you have anything else to say?" Fang Che looked at him with amusement.
"Night Demon... this time, the Golden Cloud Sect... admits defeat!"
Qi Tianyue gritted his teeth, "I've already sent a message to my father and Commander-in-Chief Feng Yun... You can't kill me!"
"The experts of the Gold Demon Sect are numerous, if you kill me, my father won't let you off, nor will Commander-in-Chief Feng Yun..."
Qi Tianyue took a step back.
Fang Che took a step forward, a smile-like-not-smile expression on his face, and said indifferently, "Is that all?"
"In the future... I, Night Demon, will be the big brother, and this time, it was little brother's fault!"
Qi Tianyue's face was covered in sweat, and he admitted his mistake straightforwardly.
"Not enough!"
Fang Che's smile faded, and he said coldly, "Say more!"
"Little brother is just a fart!"
Qi Tianyue knelt down with a 'puh' sound, "Night Demon Brother... Please let me go. Little brother was wrong, I shouldn't have had such an idea... Night Demon Brother..."
He slapped himself on the face, hard, and said, "Night Demon Brother, a thousand wrongs and ten thousand wrongs are all my fault! I want to live!"
"I want to live!"
The members of the Golden Cloud Sect watched as their sect leader knelt on the ground, and a sense of sorrow rose in their hearts.
But they also understood that under Night Demon's methods, escape was a luxury. His unpredictable abilities had already clearly announced their path to death.
Even if they dispersed and fled now, no more than four people could escape a hundred zhang away.
If the four people dispersed again, but Night Demon caught up and killed them, the possibility was ten out of ten.
The vital energy was already locked on!
No way up to heaven, no way down to earth.
The only choice was to beg for mercy, to pray for life.
Although they understood this in their hearts, seeing their sect leader kneeling so lowly on the ground, they couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions.
But now, everyone's life was hanging on Night Demon's whim.
Fang Che frowned as he looked at Qi Tianyue, his thoughts different from the others in the Golden Cloud Sect.
He always felt... this guy's begging for mercy was a bit too much. According to Fang Che's estimate, he should have killed about ten more people... then Qi Tianyue's begging for mercy wouldn't be strange.
As for now... although he had killed more than half of them, the remaining people's abilities were still intact. Logically speaking, even if they begged for mercy, it shouldn't have reached this point.
Secretly activating the Nightmare Divine Skill, he narrowed his eyes and said, "You want to live? Why do you think you deserve to live?"
Qi Tianyue said, "Don't mention my father, the Gold Demon Sect Leader, can't scare me! Don't mention Commander-in-Chief Feng Yun, he doesn't care about our affairs."
"Little brother has a gift for Night Demon Brother, pleading for a path to live..."
Qi Tianyue raised his face and said, "It's a Golden Sun Shuttle..."
Fang Che's figure moved forward, "What Golden Sun Shuttle?"
"This is it!"
Seeing Fang Che appear before him, Qi Tianyue coldly huffed, and with one hand, he quickly took something out from his embrace.
A golden light flashed, and a Celestial Gold shuttle flew out, expanding to cover an area of several zhang.
Instantly, it enveloped Night Demon's body.
This was the Golden Demon Net.
The golden light shone, and within the net, countless barbs protruded, their cold light flashing. As it enveloped Night Demon, it contracted sharply, the barbs piercing into Night Demon's body!
"This is the Golden Demon Net! Hahaha... It's Celestial Gold, with natural barbs, unable to be damaged, and there's only one in the world!"
Qi Tianyue said, "Even a Holy Emperor under the Golden Demon Net can only surrender, ah?"
He laughed as he watched the Golden Demon Net cover Night Demon.
However, he suddenly realized that the figure of the Night Demon within the Golden Demon Net was slowly disappearing.
It turned into air.
He abruptly looked up, and ten zhang away, the Night Demon still stood calmly, looking at him with a cold smile.
"The Golden Demon Net? It's indeed a precious treasure."
Fang Che spoke indifferently, "If it had trapped me, I might not have been able to escape. It's just a pity... it didn't catch me."
Qi Tianyue's face was filled with despair as he looked at the Golden Demon Net in his hand, then at the Night Demon standing in the distance. He turned his head in despair, looking at his subordinates behind him.
His face was filled with the color of death.
He saw the confusion and regret on his subordinates' faces.
This was enough proof that they had clearly witnessed everything, and they understood what had happened: the Night Demon hadn't actually charged over; it was just an illusion! The real body hadn't moved.
But he was facing away from them, so he couldn't see their expressions.
Moreover, they all thought he was genuinely begging for mercy and surrendering.
Not a single one of them knew that he possessed the Golden Demon Net.
Fang Che let out a long laugh, "Hahaha, today's harvest is indeed bountiful. It's a pity there weren't more of these generous donors."
He collected all the treasures and weapons from the corpses.
The blood fog surrounding his body suddenly dissipated.
It transformed into a blood dragon in the air, like a blood river waterfall, and then it spiraled down, forming a perfectly round circle of fresh blood.
Within the large circle were the corpses of the Golden Demon Sect members.
In the air, blood fog lingered.
Clang!
The Shadow Emperor Sword was sheathed.
Fang Che swallowed a pill from his throat, and his spirit energy surged, healing his non-critical injuries. His body rose like a gust of wind, and he transformed into a black line, disappearing into the horizon.
...
A moment later, Feng Yun and Feng Yifeng rushed over.
He faintly sensed the bloody aura and descended from the air, immediately spotting the fifty-one neatly arranged corpses.
Feng Yun couldn't help but sigh.
After receiving Qi Tianyue's plea for help, he hadn't wanted to come.
You have more than fifty people from the Golden Demon Sect ambushing the Night Demon, and you still want to be rescued? What kind of logic is this?
If you intended to kill them, how could they not kill you?
So Feng Yun was very displeased and hesitated before deciding not to come. But then he received a plea from the Golden Demon Sect Master, Qi Lingfeng, asking him to save his son.
Considering the situation in the Southeast, Feng Yun sent a message to the Night Demon, but there was no response.
So he had no choice but to come and take a look.
Although he knew it was probably too late.
But Feng Yun never expected it to be this late. Not a single one of the fifty-one people from the Golden Demon Sect was alive! Moreover, they had all turned into mummies, neatly arranged on the ground.
What was most outrageous was that the Night Demon had used the blood of fifty-one people to draw a thick circle of blood, as if to ensure Feng Yun wouldn't miss it.
The Five Spirit Toads sent a message.
The Night Demon sent a message.
"Apologies, Chief Administrator, I just saw your instructions and it's a bit late. Next time we meet, I'll offer a feast as compensation."
A bit late?
Feng Yun almost laughed at the message.
Your move is too ruthless and swift, isn't it? You killed them so thoroughly that even their jade hair ornaments and gold headbands were looted.
The clean-up was thorough.
Did the Night Demon used to work as a cleaner?
The Golden Cloud Sect members were left with only the clothes on their backs, and not even a single silver coin was left behind...
"How did they all turn into mummies? What kind of skill does the Night Demon possess?"
Feng Yun felt a vague sense of familiarity.
"It's the Blood Smoke Hand."
Feng Yi replied, "Not many in our sect cultivate this unorthodox skill... The Night Demon not only cultivates it but has apparently reached the fifth layer, allowing him to intimidate souls and draw blood from wounds in combat."
"The Blood Smoke Hand... Such a niche skill..."
Feng Yun couldn't help but sigh.
The Night Demon had diligently practiced this useless skill to such an extent.
"I recall that at the fifth layer of the Blood Smoke Hand, one can only intimidate souls of the same or lower rank and draw blood, which isn't very useful."
"Yes, Young Master. Only at the sixth layer can it affect higher ranks, but the effect is still not great. It's only at the peak seventh layer that one can freely intimidate souls, draw blood, and become invincible. The blood smoke reaches its pinnacle, the demonic fog fills the sky, and its might shakes the world. Especially in group battles, it's devastating."
Feng Yi's face also twisted slightly, "But until the seventh layer, it remains a useless skill. Just like the Night Demon's current combat style, they can only use their weapon to injure their opponent first, and then draw blood from the wound... If they can't injure their opponent, they can't draw blood."
"Our Only Righteous Sect has the complete Blood Smoke Hand cultivation method, but... it hasn't been touched for thousands of years."
Upon hearing this, Feng Yun, Feng Yi, and Feng Er all fell silent. They all knew the reason why.
On one hand, they sighed at the Night Demon's lack of skills, and on the other, they admired the Night Demon's perseverance. The third was, of course, the Night Demon's cruelty...
"Once the Night Demon reaches the seventh layer, they'll probably exude blood aura at all times. At that point, they'll be like a walking devil."
Feng Er spoke.
"A walking devil... a walking devil..."
Feng Yun muttered to himself.
Looking at the dried-up corpses in the arena, he sighed, "Dig a pit and bury them."
Feng Yi hesitated, "Should we clean them up and let the Golden Demon Sect Leader bring them back for a proper burial?"
"His son died here... I no longer need to consider his feelings."
Feng Yun replied indifferently, "No matter what we do, the rift is already there. From now on, with Qi Lingfeng, I'll only give orders and no longer need to be gentle. So, it's unnecessary."
"If Qi Lingfeng wants his son to have a proper burial, he can come here and dig up the grave."
Feng Yun said coldly.
Feng Yi and Feng Er acknowledged and immediately took action.
They both understood that this was the most appropriate course of action. If Qi Tianyue hadn't died, even if the other fifty people had perished, it wouldn't have mattered.
But now, the crucial point was that Qi Tianyue was dead, and for Qi Lingfeng, a dead son couldn't be brought back to life, and the rift would always remain.
No matter how Feng Yun tried to win him over or how sincerely he acted, the fact that Qi Lingfeng's son had died would never disappear from his heart.
So, Feng Yun decided to abandon the effort.
He no longer intended to waste time and emotion on it.
Qi Lingfeng's position wasn't worth Feng Yun investing too much in him... Even the Golden Demon Sect Leader, ranked first in the Five Elements Ice Flame Seven Colors, was merely the leader of a subordinate sect. Therefore, Feng Yun's attitude turned cold.
It seemed ruthless, but for Feng Yun, it was the wisest choice.
Just after they finished burying the corpses, a message from Qi Lingfeng arrived: "Young Master Yun... I just tried to send a message to Tianyue, but it couldn't go through... I don't know..."
Feng Yun replied coldly, "Qi Tianyue violated the Southeast rules by ambushing his colleague, the Night Demon, and was killed for attempting to devour each other as part of the Yanggu Chengshen Plan."
Qi Lingfeng remained silent for a moment, having endured who knows how much anger, and sent another message: "Regarding this matter, I wonder what Young Master Yun... plans to do?"
"Internal strife in the Yanggu Chengshen Plan. What's there to handle?" Feng Yun blocked.
"The hatred of killing a son is irreconcilable. I request to cross the border to strike down the Night Demon and avenge my son!" Qi Lingfeng made his request.
"Qi Sect Leader, in the Yanggu Chengshen Plan, the rule that forbids revenge for deaths, do you think it's just hot air in your eyes?"
Feng Yun said coldly, "Also, you're from the North. If you dare to cross the border into the Southeast, I'll immediately wipe out your Golden Demon Sect!"
"..."
On the other side, Qi Lingfeng fell silent.
"Send someone to collect your son's body."
Feng Yun said.
"There's no need. Thank you for your kindness, Young Master Yun." Qi Lingfeng sent a message.
A cold light flashed in Feng Yun's eyes. "Qi Lingfeng, are you talking to me?"
(End of Chapter)
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