623: Chapter 623 Blood Feather Mercenaries, Awe-inspiring Power

Before them was a small town in the Northern Region of Central State, which could also be considered a small city.

The city walls were not high, only capable of blocking low-tier magical beasts; they were completely useless against high-tier ones.

A large number of commoners lived in the town, most of whom were Dou Master level cultivators, with a few Great Dou Master level experts.

Dou Ling experts were even rarer!

However, it could no longer be called a town. Hun Tiandi's group of five had arrived too late; the walls had collapsed, and countless corpses were piled within the city.

Before them was a purgatory of mangled flesh and blood. The deaths were violent and tragic, with bodies disemboweled—everyone's hearts had been taken!

This caused resentment to soar into the sky and death qi to flow.

As for the culprits, it was not just one person in the city at this time, but a group of people, numbering as many as ten thousand.

Nearly ten thousand people were dressed in blood-colored battle armor, riding atop hideous magical beasts with blood-red eyes and sharp claws that left deep imprints on the ground.

“These are... Sha Demons?” Mr. Corpse Soul's pupils constricted as he revealed a look of surprise.

“You mean those blood-colored magical beasts?” Hun Tiandi asked.

“Yes, to think someone actually knows this method!” Mr. Corpse Soul nodded.

Astride the ten thousand Sha Demons sat bare-chested, burly men. They looked ferocious, their bodies branded with blood-colored patterns, holding various weapons—swords, axes, spears...

They looked exactly like mercenary bandits.

The burly men gripped their blades and swords, incessantly slaughtering the remaining living citizens. Their techniques were extremely refined; with a single strike, they could gouge out a person's heart.

With a flick of the hand, they placed the hearts into storage rings, or simply opened their mouths to swallow a fresh human heart.

A smear of bright red remained at the corners of their mouths, making them look incredibly evil.

Jie jie jie...

The bare-chested men rode their Sha Demons in a state of extreme excitement. Not a single citizen of the small town could escape; they were left to be slaughtered at will.

The Sha Demons leaped from one house to another, relentlessly searching for hiding citizens while the ferocious men wore crazed expressions.

In the distance, Hun Tiandi narrowed his eyes. The soul power within his Sea of Consciousness surged out, sensing that these ten thousand men shared a common trait: a mysterious rune on their foreheads.

Their body tattoos might differ, but without exception, everyone had an identical tattoo on their forehead.

The blood-colored character for 'Feather'.

It faintly emitted a blood-red glow, as if constantly inciting these men to commit evil.

“That is...” Hun Tiandi was somewhat surprised. Why did it feel a bit familiar?

Jie jie jie...

Ah...

Kill...

The slaughter continued. The screams of the commoners were filled with despair, and the resentment grew thicker as the death qi pierced the sky.

The citizens whose hearts had been gouged out all wore expressions of terror.

“Blood Feather Mercenaries?” Peng An frowned slightly, speaking in surprise.

“Oh, you know of them?” Dao Sword asked.

“Yes, Young Master. I once heard that there is a mysterious force in Central State called the Blood Feather Mercenaries. Their origin is unknown, but wherever they go, they slaughter, destroy, and gouge out hearts. Their mounts are Sha Demons.”

“Sha Demons are magical beasts fed with baleful qi to make them evolve. They are incredibly fast and agile, and can even share a mental connection with their masters to unleash startling combat power.”

“Every member is a Dou Huang level expert, and these before us are clearly even stronger—some are even Dou Zong level experts. No one knows where their lair is. There are so many of them... I didn't expect them to actually be an army!”

Peng An shared all the information he knew.

“Slaughter? Destruction? Gouging hearts?” Dao Sword's gaze was sharp as a blade. He raised a brow, and the sword qi breeze around him began to pulse incessantly.

“Yes, the members of the Blood Feather Mercenaries feel no pain. Even if their limbs are severed, they feel nothing at all.”

Peng An took a deep breath, his expression tinged with curiosity.

“No, besides hearts, they are also collecting soul power!” Mr. Corpse Soul suddenly spoke up slowly.

“Collecting soul power?”

“Look at the leader's left hand. The green storage ring is flashing with white light, flickering like stars!” Mr. Corpse Soul pointed at a burly man standing motionless in front.

The bare-chested man wore an evil smile, his gaze fixed on the green storage ring on his hand. It flashed with white light, continuously absorbing the soul power of the citizens from all around.

“How do you know it's collecting soul power?” Peng An asked, surprised.

“Because I have seen it before!” Mr. Corpse Soul said indifferently.

Peng An looked at Mr. Corpse Soul curiously.

The citizens in the town had been mostly slaughtered. Only at the center of the town was there a house with a formation flag planted in it.

It emitted a faint red energy barrier. Inside was a group of shivering commoners watching the Blood Feather Mercenaries incessantly attack the formation.

As more and more people attacked, the formation flag shook more violently, looking as if it could shatter at any moment.

The gathered citizens huddled together. Once the formation broke, doomsday would arrive.

They would be like the people outside—slaughtered and their hearts gouged out.

Sob sob...

“Don't come over here...”

Fearful voices echoed within the house, lingering in the air.

“Hun Tiandi!” Dao Sword suddenly spoke to Hun Tiandi.

“Hmm?” Hun Tiandi looked puzzled and turned to face Dao Sword.

“Although you and I haven't had a formal match, we can compete once for victory and defeat. There are ten thousand Blood Feather Mercenaries here. Let's kill them all and see who is faster!”

Dao Sword spoke slowly while looking at Hun Tiandi.

“Kill them?” Hun Tiandi's gaze turned cold as he turned to look at the evil members of the Blood Feather Mercenaries.

“Correct!” Dao Sword nodded.

“Fine, then let's begin!” A wicked, charming smile played on the corners of Hun Tiandi's mouth.

According to Peng An, the Blood Feather Mercenaries present were all Dou Huang level experts, with many Dou Zong among them.

Charging and killing such a mercenary group? Only madmen would dare.

Madmen like Dao Sword and Hun Tiandi.

“Let's go!” Hun Tiandi said, taking flight. In mid-air, he drew his emperor-slaying blade, with Dao Sword following closely behind.

Dao Sword was somewhat surprised to see Hun Tiandi using a blade this time, but he said nothing more.

The two swept down from the mountain peak, one landing on the east side of the town and the other on the west.

The moment Hun Tiandi landed, a Blood Feather Mercenary happened to be nearby. Seeing an extra person suddenly appear, he didn't even ask where they came from.

A cruel sneer appeared on his ferocious face as he drove his Sha Demon forward, raising his blade to charge.

Boom!

Hun Tiandi slashed out with his long blade, splitting the Sha Demon in two. His left hand formed a fist, and the force of the Half-Step Crushing Fist erupted like a tide, snapping the neck of a Blood Feather Mercenary in the blink of an eye.

Originally, Hun Tiandi thought that with a snapped neck, an ordinary person would have died instantly.

But the Blood Feather Mercenary used his hands to push and press, snapping his head back into place. Feeling no pain, he lunged at Hun Tiandi to kill him.

Puchi!

Hun Tiandi shifted his blade and slashed, instantly shearing off half of the man's body. Yet the Blood Feather Mercenary ignored the pain even as blood splattered everywhere.

He continued to charge at Hun Tiandi.

Hun Tiandi was somewhat speechless; this fellow was far too fearless.

Slash!

With a flick of his wrist, he decapitated the man, and only then did the Blood Feather Mercenary truly die. In a short while, a large number of Blood Feather Mercenaries, unafraid of death, spotted Hun Tiandi and quickly swarmed toward him.

Seeing this, the ferocity in the depths of Hun Tiandi's eyes surged. His gaze turned cold as he raised his blade and charged.

Puchi...

Hun Tiandi's strikes were extremely ruthless, showing no mercy. Basic blade techniques reached perfection in his hands.

Horizontal slashes, diagonal cuts, vertical chops... if the Blood Feather Mercenaries could not dodge, they would be sliced in two. His footwork shifted as he moved.

A blade stroke swept upward, disemboweling and splitting them in half as blood sprayed...

At this moment, Hun Tiandi's domineering presence surged, fully displaying his imperial majesty.