Chapter 467 - God of Murder

The spectators in the distance turned pale. That was a Nirvana Realm cultivator! How did Xiao Chen cut him in half like he was slicing a block of tofu?

The blood soon dyed the snow on the ground a brilliant red. Xiao Chen’s mouth curved into a cruel smile. It was as if he had a deep grudge against the Mo family as well.

Mo Yu and Mo Wen were dumbfounded, as were the elder members of their family. They were eager to see which cultivation method he would use, yet he caught them off guard by just swinging his saber.

“Hehe!” Xiao Chen stuck his saber into the ground and yelled, “Next!”

His great momentum sent a shock down everyone’s spirits. The remaining elite disciples from the Mo family were mentally disturbed as well. Who would dare go up to Xiao Chen now? However, one of them rushed forward with a grim expression and a scream. Xiao Chen’s response was still a sneer. “Tell me your name!”

“Mo Wenxuan!”

“Good! You can die as well!” He once again swung his saber and sliced the disciple in half. Fresh blood deepened the shade of red on the snow.

The crowd gasped. This was too shocking a scene! Many of them turned their attention to the bloody saber in Xiao Chen’s hand. The saber was a weapon that acknowledged Xiao Chen as its owner through blood. After Xiao Chen sacrificed his blood to the saber earlier, it had become multiple times stronger.

Xiao Chen laughed without humor. “Is this the so-called heaven-exterminating family? Are you here to kill me or are you here to get yourselves killed by me? Next!”

The remaining ten dared not to step forward this time and dig their own graves. In fact, they were beginning to retreat. Suddenly, a chiding voice erupted from the Mo family side. “Loud-mouthed kid! Enough of your outrageousness!”

Instantly, a silhouette charged at Xiao Chen like a bolt of lightning. It was an old man over sixty years old. Judging from his physique, he ought to be nearly in the Apotheosis Realm. The spectators were beginning to worry for Xiao Chen.

The old man was in Xiao Chen’s face in just a split second. This time, Xiao Chen didn’t dare to be careless. He leaned backward and leaped into the air, yelling, “Dragon Slay!”

The blade fell with a force that collapsed mountains. Blood-red saber light stretched for hundreds of feet, obscuring the sky above. It was as if the saber had cut heaven and earth apart. This was no longer a simple slash, but a demonstration of a Cyan Mystic Sect’s cultivation method. A certain amount of True Energy that was consumed for this.

The old man’s expression changed in the face of hundreds-of-foot-long saber light, but the strength in his palm was far from enough. A loud explosion shattered the air. The saber light had pinned the old man on the snow-covered ground, causing him to cough out copious amounts of blood.

The crowd was aghast. This was beyond any measure of logic! The handful of old Apotheosis Realm cultivators from the Mo family were wearing different expressions as well.

“Hehe!” Xiao Chen sneered. His face was filled with animosity as he said in a sinister voice, “The Battle of Emperors? Challenging cultivators from all sides? Hehe!” Suddenly, at the end of his sentence, he ran up to where the Mo family was. With a swing of his saber, he instantly reduced the eight elite disciples into a fog of blood.

The crowd cried out in surprise. This was no longer a simple sword duel in the Wuyue Sword Conversation or the Battle of the Emperors! They watched Xiao Chen warp and weave around the group of Mo family members. Every time he swung his saber, lives would surely be lost!

This young man’s murderous aura and aggression were far too strong! Many began warning their disciples not to provoke Xiao Chen in the future.

Su Ying finally frowned. “Why is he so aggressive?”

Su Yue’s brows were tightly knitted. She sighed and said nothing. Ever since Xiao Chen entered the Violet Manor, his combativeness coupled with his lack of support made him a target of discrimination and oppression everywhere. His aggressiveness was inevitable. His air of aggression was getting worse with each passing day. Perhaps, he would one day turn to the Devil’s side.

On the viewing platform on the summit, the Apotheosis Realm senior cultivators from the Mo family were beginning to panic after seeing Xiao Chen hack their clansmen like a madman. Mo Tiannan never thought that this young man would be this strong and stubborn. Mo Yu’s information wasn’t at all accurate. He yelled, “Stop him right now!”

The disciples that they brought here today were the cream of the crop. Moreover, they were here to show off their strength. How could they allow Xiao Chen to do as he pleased? Two old men in the peak of the Apotheosis Realm immediately flew over to Xiao Chen. Noticing their strong aura coming closer, Xiao Chen screamed, “Guifeng!”

“Here!” A thirty-foot-tall shadow popped out of thin air. Guifeng was now a sixth-order General of Soul. The General of Soul could borrow its owner’s soul power to become stronger and stronger until it reached a certain limit. That limit depended on the General of Soul’s aptitude.

“Where did a little soldier like you come from? Hand over your life!” Gui Feng swung his saber violently and a hundred-foot-long black saber light went whizzing, sending an old man in the Apotheosis Realm flying. Another old man began shaking in his boots when he saw how terrifying Guifeng was. He immediately flew away in retreat.

This time, the spectators were truly going pale from shock. Many of them had never heard of a General of Soul before, much less seen one. Their astonishment at seeing a large, devil-like object was immense. They had no idea what it was.

Naturally, some older cultivators were more knowledgeable. They cried out, “General of Soul! That’s a sixth-order General of Soul! He’s actually a rank-six Imperial Spirit Commander!”

Imperial Spirit Commander was an ancient inheritance with a frightening reputation in the Cultivation World. This mysterious and special community of cultivators once shocked the world many years ago with their ability to summon ancient souls to go to war for them. Like Xiao Chen, they could fight Apotheosis Realm cultivators with just a General of Soul.

Mo Tiannan’s expression changed. He whipped out a yellow talisman and recited a spell. The talisman immediately turned into a golden light and flew toward Guifeng. It was Senior Gu Ming’s ghost-controlling charm. However, before the talisman could stick itself on Guifeng, a purple light perforated it and reduced it to ashes. The ladies of Hidden Fragrance Wafting Under the Moon were counterattacking as well.

The smell of blood thickened. Large expanses of the snow-covered ground had been dyed red. Mo Tiannan looked aghast. Throwing all caution to the wind, he transformed into a light and sped toward Xiao Chen. Guifeng managed to block and send him flying back where he came from.

After seeing another dozen of his people lose their lives, Mo Tiannan turned to White-brow Solitarian for help. “Perfected Immortal White-brow! Please give me a hand!”

White-brow Solitarian frowned but charged at Xiao Chen as requested. None-flower Dust and Yi Tong moved as well, stopping the new attacker. Yi Tong laughed. “Outsiders aren’t allowed to interfere in the Battle of the Emperors. White-brow kiddo, why don’t you play with us instead?”

“You seek death!” White-brow Solitarian swiped his horsetail whisk at them, attacking them with a wave of ice fragments. Yi Tong and None-flower Dust shifted aside, dodging the attack.

Yi Tong and None-flower Dust kept White-brow Solitarian occupied. Xiao Chen, whose thirst of blood was worsening after his rampage, noticed that Guifeng was struggling to fend off the combined forces of three Apotheosis Realm cultivators. He took off his wooden pendant, recited a few spells, and tossed the pendant into the air as Yi Tong had suggested yesterday. The pendant immediately turned into a puppet the height of two men and started attacking the Apotheosis Realm cultivators.

The puppet might look unremarkable, yet when it raised its hand, it was able to crush two of the Mo family’s elite disciples in the Nirvana Realm into minced meat. This shocked the spectators. First came the terrifying General of Soul, now an invincible puppet. Did Natural Law send this God of Murder here to wipe out the Mo family?

Even so, quite a few cultivators were secretly rejoicing. The Mo family had been acting too arrogantly in the past year, going around challenging and exerting power on various sects under the banner of sword duels. Seeing their pathetic state today gave them quite the satisfaction.

Mo Tiannan never imagined that things would turn out like this. Half of their elite disciples were gone. He knew that a terrifying punishment would await him when he returned to the mansion. If he couldn’t whitewash his sins with some achievements, perhaps Senior Gu Ming would even take and refine his soul.

This thought forced all notions of shame out of his mind. He must drag this out as much as possible until reinforcements arrive and kill Xiao Chen. He yelled, “Please stop, my young friend Xiao! Let’s talk instead. We’ll end the battle here. The title of the Five Emperors is yours!”

“Heh!” Xiao Chen sneered. He could, of course, tell that Mo Tiannan was just trying to buy time. Would Mo Tiannan still choose to talk once the reinforcements got here? He cried, “Those who offend me, I’ll pull them out by the roots and kill them!” He swung his saber and turned two other Mo family’s disciples into fogs of blood.

The onlookers were turning pale at how thick Xiao Chen’s murderous air was. The young man was continuing his rampage even though his enemies had surrendered. Many elders began warning their sect’s disciples, “If you ever run into him in the future, try your best to avoid him. You must never get into conflict with him.”

Xiao Chen’s mouth curved into a taunting smile. He wasn’t rampaging because he had lost his temper today. This was, in fact, his plan all along.

Firstly, the Mo family would never let him live. Rather than waiting helplessly for their inevitable attack, he might as well deal them a huge blow today. It seemed to him that the older generation of the Mo family couldn’t all leave the mansion, so killing these elite younger disciples would be the best.

Secondly, he was setting an example for other sects. If Gui Xian was correct in that he would build up power in the future, there would surely be many affairs waiting for his attention in the early days when he was at his weakest. When the time came, there would likely be many troublemakers at his door. He would first deter them today to teach them not to make any reckless move in the future.

This thought made Xiao Chen tighten his grip around his saber and use a powerful ancient saber skill from the Xiao family’s archives, Overturning Cloud and Rain. In a matter of seconds, he wiped out seven or eight of the Mo family’s elite disciples in the peak of Nascent Soul Realm.

The remaining disciples were so horrified that they started fleeing in a panic. This man was a God of Murder from heaven! Many of them were scared out of their wits after witnessing their comrades’ tragic death in Xiao Chen’s hands. Their will to fight was all but gone. Who could have thought that people like them, who challenged cultivation sects everywhere with a winning streak, would be massacred so badly that the remaining ones couldn’t even raise their hand?

This battle was fated to be the Mo family’s worst after reappearing in the world after a thousand years!

The spectating cultivators were watching with such astonishment that they couldn’t say anything. The Battle of the Five Emperors this time could be said as the bloodiest in history. Blood had dyed the snow-covered Central Peak red. No one could have imagined that after an entire year, Xiao Chen’s reputation as the God of Murder would continue to shock people. His bloodthirsty rampage at the battle today was sure to be ingrained into the minds of everyone here.

While the massacre at Central Peak was climbing to its peak, the South Peak was quiet. A man in white was standing on a boulder on the tip of his toes. Underneath was an endless precipice.

The man was watching everything unfolding on the Central Peak. His white robe fluttered in the wind, as did the long hair behind his shoulder. His tall stature and physique were so similar to Xiao Chen’s that they could pass for twins. His face was obscured behind a silver-white mask with a tiny “Ji” carved on the lower right.

“God of Murder, you say?”

Suddenly, the wind rustled loudly as another man flew toward him. This man was dressed in a fitting black robe meant for fighting. He was also masked, but his was a black iron mask with a tiny “Luo” carved on the lower left. He followed the man in white’s line of sight and looked at the Central Peak.