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"Roar..." The Demon Lord swooped down with terrifying momentum. Unfortunately, Ren Pingsheng was also wearing a crazed expression, only knowing Slaughter, completely unaware of what fear might be.
Seeing the Demon attacking him, Windscar Sword turned, and a blood-red Sword Qi flashed forward to meet it, which was the fourth kill of Blood Path Thirteen Kills. With the combination of Demonic Energy and the perfected Blood Realm, it was exceptionally terrifying, not weaker than other Sword Techniques at all.
"Boom..." The Sword Qi collided with the claws of the Demon Lord, creating a thunderous sound. Ren Pingsheng was directly sent flying by this powerful shockwave. It should be noted that this Demon had the cultivation level of a Demon Lord, far superior to his own. Even if he was fearless, the gap in strength still existed.
"Kill!" Falling into the midst of the Demon Horde, Ren Pingsheng crushed a group of Demon, then flew up without a single wound on him. With a twist of the Windscar Sword, he unleashed the Wind and Cloud One Sword, sending out a terrifyingly sharp Sword Qi.
"Boom..." This strike was swift, and since the Demon Lord was confident in its strength, it did not dodge at all and charged directly into it. This time, the roar was even more exaggerated, accompanied by the enraged roar of the Demon.
As the dust settled, it became clear that although the Demon had blocked this strike, its claws were still slashed open with a wound. Blood gushed out profusely; although this wound was relatively small compared to its size, it still made it furious. Having just battled with another Demon of equal rank, now being injured by such a weakling was intolerable.
"Roar..." Its wings flapped violently, creating countless hurricanes as it rushed towards Ren Pingsheng, causing his clothes to flutter wildly in the wind and leaving some small scratches on his face.
However, Ren Pingsheng seemed oblivious, his blood-red eyes fixed intently on the Demon Lord, his aura growing increasingly powerful. Originally clad in blood red, he now radiated an additional hue of crimson due to the activation of Killing Heart.
"Slash!" With his blood-red hair flying wildly, under one swing of the Windscar Sword, the power of the Wind and Cloud One Sword doubled instantly, its might astonishing as it flashed past. The nearby Demon Lord was startled because of its incredible speed and could only block with its claws.
"Boom... Roar..." The explosive sound mingled with cries of agony. It seemed that this strike had indeed inflicted some injuries on the Demon Lord.
Yet, Ren Pingsheng did not stop moving; thirteen figures appeared in a blur as thirteen powerful Sword Qi slashed out again, targeting the howling Demon Lord. However, this time the effect was somewhat diminished as it was blocked by its wings.
The Demon Lord, already heavily injured from its previous battle, initially thought that Ren Pingsheng was insignificant and could be easily eliminated. Unfortunately, this situation had caught it off guard. However, these Demons were inherently irrational; now consumed by rage, after blocking Ren Pingsheng's Raging Wind Thirteen Kills, it spread its wings and swiftly attacked towards him.
With claws flashing coldly and wings sweeping through to create countless gales, this battle between one demon and one human began.
This time it truly became a contest of close combat and speed; every contact resulted in blood splattering. Whether it was Ren Pingsheng or the Demon Lord, both seemed oblivious to everything else, their minds focused solely on killing each other.
"Kill!" Covered in blood—both his own and that of the Demon, Ren Pingsheng wielded his Windscar Sword, constantly parrying against the claws of the Demon, searching for opportunities to counterattack relentlessly.
The surroundings had become their battlefield, with shadows flickering in mid-air, illusions overlapping. All that could be seen were their constant flashes as they dodged and attacked, but it was impossible to distinguish who was who. The only way to tell was through the blood and the screams, determining whether it was human or demon.
"Azure Wood Cage!" A hoarse voice shouted from above, and countless azure lights appeared out of nowhere, surrounding the Demon Lord like a cage, completely trapping it.
"Azure Wood Massacre!" At the same time that the cage trapped the Demon Lord, Ren Pingsheng shouted again. Countless azure lights slashed from the Windscar Sword, dozens of green longswords flashing by in an instant. They struck the trapped Demon Lord.
The cage had no effect on the azure Sword Qi, which easily penetrated through. Blood splattered everywhere, and the screams were deafening.
As the Demon Lord struggled against the Azure Wood Cage, it found that no matter how strong its efforts were, they were ineffective for the moment. This was because it was under the influence of twenty percent of Wood's Profound Meaning; even an Intermediate King-Level Martial Artist would find it hard to escape if their understanding of Profound Meaning was insufficient.
Unfortunately for this Demon Lord, it had been severely injured prior; otherwise, with its strength, it might have been able to escape. The body of a demon is many times stronger than that of a human. This twenty percent of Wood's Profound Meaning might not have been enough to hold it down. It was a case of misfortune; fate had led to this outcome.
Dozens of transparent holes appeared as blood gushed forth. Even the Demon Lord could not withstand such injuries and struggled a few times before perishing.
At this moment, streams of grayish-white Killing Power surged from all directions into Ren Pingsheng's body. The Killing Heart became active once more. With each heartbeat, it absorbed countless Killing Powers from the Abyss of Demons. It seemed to be undergoing a transformation, requiring more energy.
This change went unnoticed by those lost in slaughter. After killing the Demon Lord, he turned and charged toward the distance where endless demons awaited. His injuries had healed significantly under the influence of Wood's Profound Meaning.
In his current state, he felt no pain from his injuries because all he knew was battle and slaughter. No emotions or sensations of pain affected him; even severe wounds meant nothing to him.
The ongoing slaughter in the Abyss of Demons did not alter Ren Pingsheng's madness; it only intensified the carnage. This was central to the Abyss of Demons, filled with demons from various sects, occasionally featuring demon kings.
In this place, Ren Pingsheng had become a machine for slaughtering; wherever he passed, rivers of blood flowed and mountains of corpses piled up. However, for these demons, such scenes were all too familiar; they felt no fear. Instead, they continued to attack, some even devouring the corpses of their fallen kin behind them.
For them, consuming the corpses of equally powerful companions allowed them to advance their own cultivation faster. This was why slaughter continued in the Abyss of Demons; they needed to evolve and grow stronger through slaughter and consumption. It had become their instinct.
Now engulfed in slaughter, Ren Pingsheng was completely surrounded by bloodlust and Killing Power; his figure was obscured by chaos, with countless screams echoing around him. The grayish-white Killing Power surged like a spring from all directions, becoming exceptionally active.
The Killing Heart beat increasingly violently; even outside one could hear its thumping sound—thud, thud, thud—as more and more grayish-white Killing Power gathered around him, gradually forming a massive aura several dozen feet wide. The Killing Power within was nearly liquefying. Anyone entering would likely be overwhelmed by the Killing Power and driven mad within just a few minutes.
Even a martial artist like Ren Pingsheng, with such cultivation, could not hold on for long. It was only because of the Killing Heart within him that he managed to endure. However, with so much Killing Power over time, he began to feel its effects. Already submerged in Slaughter, he became even more susceptible to the influence of Killing Power.
Countless illusions played out in his mind, and the actions he had been taking in Slaughter gradually came to a halt. His face twisted in pain, as if he were experiencing some kind of torment.
As he stopped moving, the Demons that had intended to rush over suddenly found themselves caught in a transformation of the Slaughter aura and blood-red aura that spanned dozens of feet. Dozens of grayish-white short swords and the Blood Realm began to riot. The Demons within this range screamed in agony, and after several breaths, none remained, leaving only corpses behind.
The gray short swords were full of spirit, constantly leaping about. With each flash, a Demon fell. With every Demon killed, they grew stronger. The grayish-white power from the corpses would condense onto them.
Countless Demons surged forward, only to become corpses themselves, serving as nourishment for the Grayish White Short Swords. They continued to grow stronger and more powerful. If it previously took a breath to kill one Demon, now it took just a breath to kill two or even three.
Ren Pingsheng stood there dazed with his eyes closed, his expression constantly changing, the pain on his face growing more severe.
"Ah..." At that moment, he suddenly let out a wail and fainted. Only dozens of grayish-white short swords continued to spin around him, guarding him.
In an endless Space, countless Slaughters were unfolding. A young man walked alone, with rivers of blood flowing behind him and corpses piled high. Countless people obstructed his path; countless fell beneath his sword. He resembled a cold Assassin; no matter who it was, anyone who dared to act against him faced no mercy.
Years passed without count; he became Unparalleled Stronger. His opponents grew increasingly terrifying, yet he continued his Slaughter unimpeded. The sword in his hand seemed to possess a demonic nature; merely drawing it caused many to succumb in madness and death, let alone engaging in Battle.
"My path is forged by Bloodshed but shall not end in Bloodshed; do you understand?" The young man seemed to be talking to himself or perhaps addressing someone else. In truth, he had taken this path paved with Slaughter and Blood for the sake of saving his beloved.
"Let’s see how much you can comprehend." As the young man drew his Longsword, boundless Slaughter spread forth, causing all things to wither away. In that instant of drawing the sword, their life force was extinguished.
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