The sounds of killing, impacts, screams, wails, and the clashing of blades and swords blended with the whistling of the cold wind into a single, chaotic din.
It was incredibly noisy here.
Chi Ji wanted to rush in and help many times, but she could never muster the courage.
She couldn't help but feel worried.
She was caught in a repetitive cycle of hesitation.
He said they were here to make money, so why was he killing people?
Then again, there was nothing wrong with it. Killing people and looting their belongings was essentially making money.
Moreover, he could obtain the inheritance of that emperor.
But...
"You are the demon son. Wouldn't it be better to bring the other demons with you?"
"Why go this far?"
It wasn't until she saw the crowd from the Tianyan Sect collapse that her heart finally settled.
As one of the seven great human sects of Fanzhou, the Tianyan Sect's strength was inferior to the Wendao Sect and far below the Three Sects, but their numbers were not fewer than the Wendao Sect's at all.
No less than ten thousand people had entered the emperor's tomb on this trip.
At least five thousand were gathered here.
Five thousand! Those were five thousand cultivators clad in armor and wielding weapons. Their strength was far beyond that of five thousand heavy armored soldiers.
Yet Bai Mang was a single man, chasing and slaughtering five thousand people.
What kind of strength was this?
Perhaps at this moment, Chi Ji could finally truly appreciate just how strong Bai Mang was.
In the past.
During the chaotic battle outside Ze Capital, Bai Mang had fought one against a hundred, using many dirty tricks, treasures, and divine abilities.
Today, in this place, it was one against ten thousand.
There was no technique.
It was all raw strength.
One strike, one kill, he hacked his way through them by sheer force.
It wasn't just Chi Ji. Those watching from the shadows, those passing by, and those who had specifically come to gather intelligence were all dumbfounded.
"Isn't this even more ferocious than Xu Xian?"
As for the victims, the disciples of the Tianyan Sect, they were already in a complete mess. Some were dead, some were injured, and the rest were fleeing...
Their will to fight had crumbled.
The defeat was certain.
They couldn't win, they simply couldn't win. It was a fight that was impossible to take.
Their blades and swords struck his body without leaving even a scratch, yet his sword struck them.
A single slash split them in two, ending their lives instantly.
This wasn't a war, but a massacre belonging solely to Bai Mang, a carnival of slaughter.
He wasn't killing people.
He was dancing!
"Run!"
"Protect the young sect master!"
"Don't come over here..."
"He's not human, he's not human..."
If they were outside the emperor's tomb, they might have shouted for an ancestor to save them, but in here, they had no path of retreat.
It just so happened that the camp they chose was surrounded by mountains on three sides, mostly cliffs.
What was originally a blessed land that was easy to defend and hard to attack had now become a dead end with no escape. They were trapped and slaughtered by Xu Xian alone...
Blood light lingered as corpses piled up.
More and more people gathered to watch the spectacle, but their hearts grew increasingly terrified.
Those who had originally hurried over intending to fish in troubled waters and profit from the chaos were also shocked by this scene.
They didn't dare to take a single step forward, feeling a cold chill run down their spines.
"What's going on?"
"How did the Tianyan Sect offend such a god of slaughter?"
"Did they even need to offend him? He's just here to collect merit points."
"He's on par with that beast Xu Xian."
"Are people these days all this fierce?"
"Look, isn't that the demon son? Should we go help?"
"Does he look like he needs your help?"
...
In a certain space, a pair of eyes was also silently watching the scene unfold.
A flash of surprise passed through the depths of those massive eyes.
"One person, two roles."
"Interesting."
"This really suits my taste..."
"Good, good, good..."
Three consecutive goods revealed his appreciation for the youth. He had originally thought another extraordinary talent had emerged, but upon closer inspection, it was actually the same person.
However, it didn't matter. He only needed one person anyway.
That massacre did not last very long, only about two hours.
Many were killed, many fled, and many hid. Xu Xian also captured a few—those with high cultivation or special identities.
Out of the thirty-four people on that list, eighteen had fallen into his hands.
The others had either not come or were already dead.
After a disciple of the Tianyan Sect confirmed the identities.
Xu Xian stopped.
He knocked the eighteen people unconscious and used special chains to bind them together, stringing them into a line to be dragged across the ground.
Gu Xunquan was the last one.
Xu Xian looked at him.
He looked back at Xu Xian.
Xu Xian said to him, "Wouldn't it have been better to surrender earlier? Look at how many people died. Doesn't your conscience hurt?"
Gu Xunquan gritted his teeth hard, his eyes filled with hatred and fear.
Conscience?
You killed the people, yet I'm the one who has to bear the debt? Where is the logic in that?
"Fine, don't look at me like that. I won't kill you."
Gu Xunquan remained silent.
If he told those words to a ghost, even the ghost wouldn't believe him...
Xu Xian didn't waste any more words. He shouldered his long sword with one hand and grabbed the iron chain with the other, dragging the dozen or so captives out of the camp in a grand fashion...
Outside the camp.
From the perspective of Chi Ji and the onlookers, they first heard the shouts of killing inside weaken until they eventually stopped altogether.
Then.
Under the light of the blood suns, they saw a person walk out from that mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
A person completely drenched in blood.
He had ten-colored long hair and a pair of demon horns. He carried a sword on his shoulder, which was also stained with blood, and held an iron chain in his hand.
As he walked, the iron chain clattered against the ground.
Following the chain, they saw a pile of people bound together, being dragged out like dead pigs.
This scene was glaring, gruesome, and terrifying.
He wasn't carrying corpses anymore.
He was walking people now?
Some people with sharp eyes recognized several of the captives.
For example, the young sect master Gu Xunquan.
He had a single earth spirit root.
He was the biological grandson of the Tianyan Sect master.
He was hailed as the number one genius of the Tianyan Sect in a thousand years.
But right now...
All they saw was misery.
The dignified young sect master had been reduced to a dead dog. If word got out, it would be an immense embarrassment.
"How tragic!"
"What exactly does he want to do?"
"He tied them up but didn't kill them. Is he trying to humiliate them?"
...
People discussed in low voices, whispering among themselves. They didn't dare to stick their heads out or speak loudly, fearing they would follow in the footsteps of those captives.
After Xu Xian walked out, it was as if he didn't even see those people. Unafraid of the world's gaze, he left directly, not forgetting to call out to Chi Ji.
"Let's go!"
Chi Ji hurriedly snapped out of it and caught up, the shock in her eyes lingering for a long time.
Her thoughts were messy, and she had many questions.
But...
Looking at this youth who seemed like a god of slaughter from hell, she simply didn't have the courage to ask.
She just followed him silently like that.
After Xu Xian got what he wanted, he didn't delay or rest. Dragging the dozen or so people, he arrived at the gathering place of another group.
It was also one of the seven great sects.
There were also several thousand people gathered together.
Xu Xian stood at their entrance, took out a scroll, read a string of names, and told them to hand over the people.
The only difference was that news of his recent massacre had already spread. Combined with his murderous aura, he was no longer met with mockery and ridicule.
There was only gravity, vigilance, fear, and panic.
But...
No matter what, no one would hand themselves over to hell.
Therefore, a melee was inevitable.
Xu Xian repeated the same words.
"If you don't hand them over, you all die."
Then he charged in alone. Subsequently, the number of people strung on that iron chain grew from a dozen to over twenty, then over thirty...
By the time night fell over the Twilight Burial Realm again, over a hundred people were strung on that chain. The number on the back of Xu Xian's hand had also changed from several thousand to tens of thousands.
In a single day, he swept through six great sects.
In a single day, he killed over ten thousand people.
In the Twilight Burial Realm.
All spirits were shaken.
The demon son Bai Mang had single-handedly trampled six sects...
And Chi Ji finally understood what Bai Mang meant by making money.
It was just one word.
Kidnapping.
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