658: Chapter 658 Only One Person Left!

Botadono Nyuyie let out a muffled groan, blasting the sneak attacker away with a palm strike before reaching back to pull out his Tachi and tossing it to the ground.

Blood gushed from the wound, staining half of his body red.

Gritting his teeth, he continued to flee.

It wasn't that he couldn't win.

It was that he didn't want to fight.

Because every person he killed shook the foundation of Emperors Gate just a little bit more.

But in this world, there are some things you cannot avoid just because you don't want to.

The pursuers grew in number and became increasingly frenzied.

It wasn't just people from Emperors Gate anymore.

People from the other Eight Great Forces also joined the pursuit.

Members of the Hehuan Sect threw hidden weapons.

Members of the Tianyi Sect laid down formations.

Members of the Ghost Sect used poison.

Members of the Bai family intercepted him head-on.

Everyone was attacking; everyone was swinging their blades at Botadono Nyuyie.

Botadono Nyuyie went completely mad.

"You forced me to do this!"

"You forced my hand!!!"

He roared toward the sky, his long hair flying in the air currents as the terrifying aura of the Nascent Soul Stage erupted without reservation.

A visible black shockwave spread in all directions with him at the center. Wherever it passed, rocks were pulverized into dust and weeds were torn out by their roots.

The dozen or so Emperors Gate disciples charging at the front bore the brunt of it. Their bodies were sent flying as if struck by giant hammers, spitting blood. They had stopped breathing by the time they hit the ground.

But even more people lunged forward.

Kill one, and ten more appeared.

Kill ten, and a hundred more appeared.

They were like locusts, like ants, like an endless tide.

Botadono Nyuyie's eyes turned blood-red with slaughter.

He crushed an elder's skull with a single palm.

He snapped a disciple's spine with a single kick.

He punched through the chest of a Bai family elite.

He no longer held back, no longer hesitated, and no longer felt heartache.

Because if he didn't kill them, they would kill him.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The roars echoed through the valley, rubble flew, and blood stained the earth red.

Body after body fell.

Life after life vanished.

He fought from the mountain hollow to the valley floor, from the valley floor to the riverbank, and from the riverbank into the dense forest.

Everywhere he went, corpses littered the ground and blood flowed like a river.

Botadono Nyuyie didn't know how long he had been killing or how many people he had slain.

His consciousness was blurred, leaving only a survival instinct driving him to mechanically strike, kick, and dodge.

"Who else?"

"Who else?!"

He screamed hoarsely, his voice so raspy that the words were almost unintelligible.

No one answered.

The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet.

Botadono Nyuyie stood frozen in place, slowly lowering his right hand which was raised in mid-air, and gradually turned around.

As far as the eye could see, there were only corpses.

On the slopes, by the riverbank, in the dense forest, among the rocks...

They were scattered everywhere, densely packed.

Blood gathered into small streams, flowing toward the low-lying areas and pooling into puddles of gore.

Over two thousand people.

The elites jointly dispatched by the Nine Great Forces—the One Clan, Three Sects, and Five Gates.

All dead.

All dead by his hand alone.

Botadono Nyuyie's mind went blank.

He lowered his head and looked at his hands.

Those hands were covered in blood.

Some of it was his own, but most of it belonged to his own people.

His hands were shaking.

Not because of fear.

But because of the lingering shock, because of remorse, and because of emotions he probably couldn't even explain himself.

"I... I killed them?"

He murmured to himself, his voice full of daze and disbelief.

"I killed them... all?"

No one answered him.

Botadono Nyuyie stumbled, nearly falling over.

Only then did he realize that he was also covered in wounds.

The kimono he wore was long since tattered beyond recognition.

His entire person looked like he was made of blood.

He was swaying, liable to collapse at any moment.

But he remained standing.

Because he didn't know if he would be able to get back up if he fell.

Botadono Nyuyie looked up at the rolling snow-capped mountains in the distance, his eyes filled with confusion.

He didn't understand.

How did all of this happen?

Why was an elite force of over two thousand people reduced to this state by a little girl who appeared out of nowhere?

Why did his loyal subordinates suddenly all betray him?

Why had he, a dignified Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse, fallen to such a state?

He thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

Then.

He remembered Shui Shui's face.

That face of devastating beauty, those peach blossom eyes, and that smile.

Innocent.

Blameless.

Fragile.

And at the very last moment, that undisguised mockery.

A deep chill surged through Botadono Nyuyie's heart.

It went from his scalp all the way down to the soles of his feet.

That woman.

No.

That wasn't a woman.

That was a demon who, without using a single soldier, had made him destroy all of his own forces with his own hands.

"baka..."

Botadono Nyuyie's lips trembled. "Just who... are you?"

Botadono Nyuyie stood in the mountain wind for a long time before finally moving.

Like a walking corpse, he stumbled around and began walking in the direction of the Kunlun Ruins.

Beneath his feet were corpse after corpse.

He stepped over the chests of the disciples he had personally trained, heading straight into the depths of the Kunlun Ruins.

He hated.

He hated that woman named Shui Shui.

He hated himself.

He hated everyone.

But what use was hate?

Could hate bring those two thousand elites back to life?

Could hate make the foundation of Emperors Gate stable again?

Could hate allow him to hold his head high before the various forces of the Kunlun Ruins?

It couldn't.

None of it could.

Botadono Nyuyie didn't know how long he walked.

In a daze all the way, he arrived at the depths of the Kunlun Ruins, which was the territory of the Bai family.

Botadono Nyuyie looked up at the continuous complex of buildings in the distance, and a sliver of focus finally returned to his hollow eyes.

He was going to the Bai family.

He was going to tell Bai Canghe.

That for this operation, the elite force of over two thousand people were all dead.

Dead by his own hand!

A low whimper escaped Botadono Nyuyie's throat, sounding like a cry yet also like a laugh.

He quickened his pace and walked toward the Bai family's main gate.

He got closer and closer.

Finally, he stood before the main gate of the Bai family.

Outside the Bai family gate, two guards were leaning against the doorframe, dozing off.

Suddenly!

A stench of blood wafted over, startling them awake.

As soon as they opened their eyes, they saw a blood-soaked, tattered figure walking toward the gate.

The man's kimono was in shreds and he was covered in blood.

His hair was disheveled, and his face was so caked with blood and filth that his features were unrecognizable.

But those eyes...

They were terrifyingly hollow.

Like two dry wells, devoid of any sign of life.

"Halt! Who goes there?!"

The guard on the left abruptly drew the longsword at his waist and shouted sternly.

The guard on the right also reacted, placing his hand on his saber hilt as his entire body tensed up instantly.

The blood-man did not stop.

He continued forward, step by step, like a walking corpse.

The two guards exchanged a look, both seeing shock and vigilance in each other's eyes.

This place was the Bai family's territory, and everything within a hundred-mile radius was under the Bai family's sphere of influence; no one had ever dared to trespass.

Let alone someone of unknown origin who was covered in blood like this.

"I'll say it one more time, halt!"

The guard on the left took a step forward, the tip of his sword pointing directly at the blood-man's throat. "Take one more step and don't blame me for being impolite!"

The blood-man finally came to a stop.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the two guards.

Using the light from the lamps under the porch, the guard on the right peered closely at the blood-smeared face, and his pupils suddenly constricted.

"Sect... Sect Leader Botadono?!"

The guard on the left was also stunned, his eyes widening immediately after.

The Sect Leader of Emperors Gate, a super powerhouse of the Nascent Soul Stage, and one of the top beings in the Kunlun Ruins.

Whenever he appeared in public, wasn't he always surrounded by a massive entourage and radiating majesty?

But this person before them...

He was covered in blood and wounds, looking so wretched it was as if he had just crawled out of a pile of corpses.

How the hell could this be the same person?

"You... what happened to you?" the guard asked, his face full of terror.

Botadono Nyuyie did not answer.

He kept his head lowered and didn't say a word, like a statue that had lost its soul.

The two guards looked at each other, a layer of cold sweat breaking out on their backs at the same time.

Although they didn't know what had happened, something that could turn a Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse into this state was definitely not something they were qualified to ask about.

The guard on the left swallowed hard. "Please wait a moment, I'll go report to the Family Head immediately!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

He turned and ran, rushing through the main gate.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Hurried footsteps came from inside the gate.

The Bai Family Head, Bai Canghe, walked out with large strides, followed by seven or eight core members of the Bai family.

When he received the guard's report, he had been in his study reading intelligence sent from various sects.

Hearing that Botadono Nyuyie had appeared at the Bai family's gate covered in blood, his first reaction was disbelief.

A dignified Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse had led two thousand elites down the mountain—how long had it been?

How could something have happened?

But the guard had spoken with such conviction that he had to come out and take a look for himself.

With this one look, Bai Canghe was dumbfounded.