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Kill the Black Mountain Five Tigers, and it took less than two breaths. Many martial artists didn't even react; even those who did seemed indifferent, instead eager to take this opportunity to observe Ren Pingsheng's strength. For them, with so many people dead, there would be one less competitor for the treasures.
The strength displayed by Ren Pingsheng shocked many, but with dozens of respected-level experts present, they naturally weren't afraid. Instead, they appeared aggressive, ready for a fierce battle at any moment.
Back in his original position, Ren Pingsheng calmly looked at the restless martial artists and turned to say, "Qingyi, be careful and protect yourself later!"
"It seems you won't retreat; then leave your lives behind!" He snorted coldly, his figure flickering as he activated the Ninefold Phantom Body and charged out. Nine beams of sword light flashed as they collided with the approaching martial artists.
"Everyone, attack! The treasure is on him; whoever gets it first owns it!" one martial artist shouted loudly as he rushed forward. For them, obtaining the treasure was the most important thing.
"Kill!" Countless sword energies surged forth, throwing the entire scene into chaos. Ren Pingsheng was like a lone boat in turbulent waves, being tossed back and forth. With so many people attacking simultaneously, the power was certainly extraordinary; if hit, the injuries would be severe.
However, Ren Pingsheng moved like a butterfly among flowers, untouched by any attacks. Every time his Sky-Splitting Sword flashed, a martial artist would fall into a pool of blood. In just a few minutes, seven martial artists had already died at his hands; if not for so many distractions, there would have been even more casualties.
"Hehe, kid, accept your fate and hand over the treasure!" a burly man with a beard laughed heartily. The long sword in his hand danced fiercely, each strike carrying immense force that created a series of explosive sounds in the air. His strength was considerable; with the help of several others, he managed to temporarily entangle Ren Pingsheng.
"Oh, you seem quite capable; you must not be an unknown person!" Ren Pingsheng said casually. With a twist of his Sky-Splitting Sword, he seized an opening and splattered blood everywhere. A martial artist screamed as he staggered back, revealing that he had lost his left leg.
"Haha, you have good eyes; we are all from One-Pin Hall. We were sent by Young Master to take your life. Once our elder arrives, you're doomed." He seemed to relish Ren Pingsheng's impending doom as he laughed heartily.
"One-Pin Hall, no wonder you have such strength. You truly think highly of me," he chuckled as his figure flickered with the changing Ninefold Phantom Body.
"Ah..." A martial artist who initially found dealing with the Phantom Body easy suddenly realized that its power had drastically changed. His sword moved impossibly fast and struck his chest in an instant. The sharp sword energy shattered his heart.
Just as one scream stopped here, another martial artist fell with a cry over there. This time the Phantom Body transformed back into Ren Pingsheng's true form, which was naturally beyond what that martial artist could withstand. With just one sword strike, he took his life.
"Be careful of the Phantom Body users; they can turn into their true forms at any moment," shouted the Brute from One-Pin Hall. His eyesight was quite good; he had just defeated a Phantom Body with a few strikes, but unfortunately, it seemed that the Phantom Body wouldn't dissipate and reappeared in a flash.
Despite his warning, several martial artists fell victim one after another. Their strength was too far behind Ren Pingsheng; it was already impressive if they could withstand two or three strikes.
"Damn it, how is this guy so strong!" The Brute's expression darkened. He had brought seven disciples from One-Pin Hall to this place early, hoping to capture Ren Pingsheng and claim the credit. He never expected that four of them would die in such a short time. Fortunately, many other martial artists were cooperating; otherwise, there would have been even more casualties.
"Let's capture that woman first; then he will be hesitant to act." He suddenly spotted Yi Qingyi in the distance and a plan formed in his mind.
"Hold him down; don't let him rescue anyone!" He saw Ren Pingsheng pause for a moment and immediately shouted. Sure enough, many martial artists rushed to surround the Ninefold Phantom Body.
Indeed, Yi Qingyi was targeted by some formidable opponents. Although her strength was decent, it was clear that she lacked experience in life-and-death battles, leaving her somewhat flustered.
"Ah..." she let out a soft cry as she was struck by a Sword Qi, sustaining minor injuries. As she retreated, she was suddenly embraced by someone, startling her again.
"Don't move; it's me." Ren Pingsheng, who had been surrounded moments before, appeared beside Yi Qingyi and held her tightly. At the same time, his Sky-Cleaving Sword vibrated continuously, blocking dozens of Sword Qis that came from other martial artists in an instant. Then he swiftly moved into the air.
"Qingyi, are you okay?" He released her and asked with concern.
"Ren Brother, I'm fine; just a slight injury," Yi Qingyi replied with a slight blush on her face.
"That's good. Stay here and watch while I take care of these people," Ren Pingsheng said as he turned his gaze coldly toward the martial artists.
"Very well, since you all want to die, I'll grant you your wish." His voice grew hoarse as he spoke. Suddenly, the Sky-Cleaving Sword in his hand surged with power, creating a Storm Rising within a hundred-foot radius. Azure Wind blew and Cloud Mist enveloped the area. Many martial artists were taken aback as they felt their vision blur.
"Everyone be careful!" The Brute had just given a warning when he sensed countless sounds within the mist. Then he saw innumerable Wind Blades descending like raindrops, sharp and menacing.
"Ah... help me... save me..." Within a hundred meters, many martial artists screamed in agony. Most of them had not reached the Perfection State, and under the relentless attacks of countless Wind Blades, they were sliced into pieces, worse than being torn apart by five horses. The entire Cloud Mist was stained with blood.
"Turn your head away, don't look," Ren Pingsheng said, and then he vanished. When he reappeared, his aura had completely changed. Black Demonic Energy surrounded him, and his eyes turned blood red. This was clearly a manifestation of the Killing Heart, which could only be activated when Demonic Energy was circulating within the body.
It must be admitted that Ren Pingsheng's strength was at its peak when he operated Demonic Energy. The main reason was that the Killing Heart was simply too powerful.
"Kill!" Ren Pingsheng seemed to transform into an Asura. By this time, most of the Cloud Mist had dissipated. Many martial artists were on the verge of escaping. His strength had doubled; there were no opponents left in the Supreme Realm.
He moved like a shadow, tearing through the air like wind, leaving no enemies in his wake. All the martial artists were reduced to a sky full of Flesh, their bodies unrecognizable. In an instant, blood gushed everywhere, and Flesh flew around; the scene before him resembled Purgatory.
At this moment, the Cloud Mist had completely vanished, and only half of the martial artists survived—more than thirty remained. The other half either died under the Wind Blades or at Ren Pingsheng's hands.
"Ugh..." What lay before him were grotesque Corpses; not a single one was intact, with at least a third of their parts missing. This was still fortunate; many had lost all semblance of human form. Perhaps only the remaining complete heads indicated that the piles of flesh nearby once belonged to whole individuals.
Many martial artists couldn't help but vomit. Seeing the blood-soaked man with a calm expression and blood-red eyes filled them with terror.
"Don't, don't come near you demon!" Ren Pingsheng took a gentle step forward and reached the nearest martial artist in an instant, instantly scaring them. They raised their swords and waved them frantically while retreating in fear. It was clear they had completely lost their courage.
"Demon? That's a nice title. To thank you all, I'll send you to hell!" Ren Pingsheng grinned widely, resembling a Demon smiling. Without any visible movement from him, a Blood Cloud suddenly enveloped the three martial artists.
"Ah..." The chilling screams immediately terrified many others; it seemed they were enduring inhuman torment. However, they soon disappeared without a trace, leaving only three corpses spewing blood.
What just happened was the second form of the Blood Slaughter Sword Technique at Perfected State's power; at this moment, with just a thought, he could unleash a wave of Blood Cloud. Of course, if he used his revered weapon to strike out, the power would be even greater, but it required all his energy to deal with these people.
The perfection of Blood Slaughter Movement was astonishingly powerful. Once enveloped by Blood Cloud, all bodily fluids would boil and turn into scorching Lava, ultimately damaging Meridians and blood vessels, melting the Heart as blood gushed out from every part of the body. The death would be extremely tragic and painfully torturous.
"Hey, aren't you all looking for treasures? Why aren't you coming over?" Ren Pingsheng's blood-red eyes quietly watched the other martial artists, who were retreating in fear, and he said calmly. Despite the slaughter around him, he felt remarkably composed, without a hint of discomfort.
"If you don't come over, then I'll come to you. The experts from One-Pin Hall, you were quite impressive before." His gaze shifted to the previous Brute, and he grinned as he suddenly vanished. Not only had his strength increased, but his speed had also improved; although he couldn't control it perfectly, the power he unleashed was astonishing.
"Damn it!" The Brute escaped from the Cloud Mist and realized the dire situation when he saw the horrific scene. He had initially thought about fleeing but still held onto a glimmer of hope; now he regretted it.
"Ah... Brother Shi, save me!" The first to suffer was the disciple beside him. He didn't even understand what was happening; he just felt a burning sensation within him, as if something was igniting inside. He screamed as he clawed at his body, leaving deep gashes without even feeling the pain.
It wasn't just him; three other martial artists suffered the same fate. One even clawed through his own throat, and strangely enough, there was no fear on his face—only a look of relief. This was enough to indicate the kind of torment he had been enduring.
"You can't escape either." Ren Pingsheng said softly to the horrified Brute who was turning to flee. In a flash, he grabbed the man's shoulder.
"Hmph, seeking death!" The Brute roared with a ferocious expression and retaliated with a sword strike as Ren Pingsheng held onto his shoulder. The sword carried a powerful wave that exploded with a loud bang.
"Haha... no matter how strong you are, you'll be injured by this! Just wait..." he shouted joyfully, but before he could finish his sentence, his face contorted dramatically, and his entire body twisted in agony.
"Ah... how can this be... my blood is burning... ah... help me..." He rolled on the ground, his hands unconsciously clawing at himself and leaving deep wounds.
"No... please kill me, kill me..."
"Hmph, where did this evil creature come from to commit such slaughter?" Suddenly, a cold snort echoed as an old man appeared on the scene, exuding a terrifying aura—he was a sect-level expert.
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