318: Chapter 318 Bloodstained Carnage!

Qin Yan stopped walking, raised his head, and looked at the six bull-headed figures before him, each as massive as a small hill.

His gaze was terrifyingly calm, his voice indifferent as ice:

"What if I say no?"

"Hmph! That's not up to you!"

He roared abruptly:

"Get him! Take this kid down!"

The instant his words fell—

"ROAR—!"

Five bull-headed warriors roared in unison, their voices shaking the square!

Six burly figures moved simultaneously!

Working in perfect coordination, they instantly sealed off all of Qin Yan's angles of evasion. The giant axes in their hands erupted with blinding, earthy-yellow aura light!

Amidst six piercing shrieks that tore through the air, six earthy-yellow axe lights, powerful enough to split mountains and crack stones, came chopping down fiercely towards Qin Yan at the center from different directions!

Faced with this unreasonable siege, a cold glint flashed in Qin Yan's eyes.

"Seeking death!"

He snorted coldly. With a flick of his right wrist, the Ink-Marked Spear in his hand emitted a low, trembling hum!

*Hum—!*

On the long spear, eighty-one golden Spear Auras materialized, coiling around the shaft like golden swimming dragons!

Without any flashy moves, Qin Yan simply held the spear and swept it forward!

The long spear transformed into a golden arc of light, tracing a near-perfect circular trajectory in the air!

*Thump thump thump thump thump thump—!*

Those six seemingly ferocious and unstoppable earthy-yellow axe lights, the moment they made contact with this golden spear shadow, instantly disintegrated into the most primitive motes of energy light!

The spear shadow's momentum didn't diminish in the slightest!

In the next instant, the six bull-headed heavenly prides, who had been maintaining their forward-charging, chopping postures, all froze simultaneously!

They only felt an extremely fine, yet bone-chilling cold sensation at their necks.

Immediately after, came the feeling of warm, viscous liquid gushing forth...

*Gurgle gurgle...*

Six massive bull heads, their expressions frozen in shock and disbelief, slid cleanly off their thick necks along with spurting fountains of blood, heavily thudding onto the dark red ground with dull thumps.

The headless, burly bodies stood rigid for a moment, then toppled like felled logs, crashing to the ground. Blood rapidly dyed large patches of the ground red.

Bull Horn, ranked seventy-first on the heavenly pride ranking, along with his five capable clansmen, deceased!

The entire process, from Qin Yan thrusting his spear to the death of the six bulls, took no more than a single breath!

Fast! Too fast! Ruthless! Too ruthless!

On the square, the previously noisy chatter and the restless stirrings of those readying themselves instantly ceased!

A deathly silence enveloped the entire Sacrificial Blood Square.

Hundreds of gazes fixed intently on the young figure standing spear in hand at the center, and the six rapidly cooling bull-headed corpses at his feet.

Bull Horn was no small fry. He was a bull, and a powerful existence ranked seventy-first on the heavenly pride ranking.

He was actually... actually killed in a single move?

Along with five helpers, utterly powerless to fight back?!

Qin Yan felt not the slightest ripple of emotion in his heart regarding this outcome.

With his current strength, as long as he didn't encounter those few True King Descendants, or heavenly prides who had broken through to the third rank limit...

Even without using Spear Qi, relying solely on that twofold amplification, he could kill any other race's heavenly pride in a single move.

He swiftly transferred the remaining points from Bull Horn and the other five bulls to his own name.

Then, he once again began walking, continuing towards the outskirts of the square.

This time, he walked forward about ten steps.

Within those ten steps, the heavenly prides along the path retreated in terror like a receding tide, automatically clearing a passageway. No one dared to step forward and block him again.

That clean, brutally bloody spear thrust had already intimidated the vast majority of those harboring wishful thoughts.

However, greed is ultimately one of the most difficult desires in the world to overcome.

Especially in the face of a massive temptation involving hundreds gathered and the potential involvement of the legendary "Blood God Hall inheritance".

After a brief period of fear, an even more intense greed wildly grew and spread in the hearts of many heavenly prides!

"He's just one person! No matter how strong he is, what can he do? There are so many of us; we can wear him down!"

"Kill him! The inheritance and treasures will be ours!"

"Attack together! He can't stop us all!"

Someone, no one knew who, was the first to let out a roar full of viciousness, like lighting the fuse of a powder keg!

"ROAR—!!!"

A Bear clan heavenly pride, nearly three meters tall, covered in thick brown fur like a small mountain, eyes bloodshot, let out an ear-splitting roar. Swinging a bear paw the size of a door plank, he viciously swatted at Qin Yan!

With someone taking the lead, the long-suppressed greed and savagery were instantly and completely ignited!

"KILL—!!!"

"Take action!"

"Seize the inheritance!"

On the square, over a hundred heavenly prides from various races, dominated by greed, swarmed forward madly from all directions towards Qin Yan's location!

In an instant, the square transformed into a chaotic and bloody battlefield!

Blade light like snow, sword radiance like rainbows, Spear Light like lightning, green arrows shrieking through the air, ferocious beast claws tearing through the atmosphere...

All sorts of attacks, with varied attributes but equally filled with killing intent, poured down like an overwhelming storm of destruction from every tricky angle towards Qin Yan at the center!

The light was blinding, energy ran rampant, completely submerging that area!

Facing this terrifying concentrated firepower Enough to make any Fourth Rank Martial Artist instantly torn to shreds, Qin Yan's eyes turned icy to the extreme, yet held not a trace of panic.

*Clang clang clang clang clang—!!!!*

An unbroken series of thunderous crashes, dense as rain beating on plantain leaves and heavy as hammers striking a great bell, erupted continuously!

It could be seen that those sharp blade lights, sword glows, arrows, claw marks...

Couldn't even truly breach his defense!

"A bunch of worthless rabble!"

Qin Yan shouted low and took the initiative to attack!

His footwork shifted and changed. The Ink-Marked Spear in his hand transformed into a shadow of death seeking lives!

A sweeping strike! Like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves!

Three Bear clan heavenly prides charging at the front, their bodies massive, only felt a chill at their waists. Then, their upper and lower halves separated bizarrely. Blood and viscera sprayed as they died on the spot!

A straight thrust! Like a venomous dragon emerging from its cave!

The spear tip became a point of cold starlight, instantly piercing through the throat of a Shadow Leopard clan assassin attempting to ambush from the flank.

Its momentum undiminished, it then pierced through the chest of a lizardman archer behind him!

Two kills with one spear!

A return thrust! Like sudden thunderclap!

The spear shaft rebounded at an impossible angle. The spear butt, like a heavy hammer, smashed fiercely onto the helmet of a rhinoceros clan warrior swinging a heavy sword down upon him!

*Crack!* The helmet, along with the hard skull beneath, instantly caved in and shattered. The massive body crashed to the ground!

Qin Yan's figure weaved through the crowd. Every time his spear shot out, it inevitably brought forth a spray of blood rain, reaping at least one life!

Wherever he passed, corpses littered the ground, and blood flowed in rivers!

In the short span of a quarter-hour, the originally somewhat spacious central area of the square was already covered in layer upon layer of corpses and freely flowing blood!

A thick, choking bloody scent rose to the sky, mixed with the charred smell of annihilated energy, nauseating to the extreme.

Qin Yan's robes were long since completely soaked in blood, Presentation a dark, heart-palpitating crimson, clinging tightly to his body.

The Ink-Marked Spear in his hand was even more saturated with blood. Thick droplets of blood continuously gathered and dripped from the spear tip, Smash small ripples in the bloody mire.