325: Chapter 325 The Hunt... Begins!!!

"What a pity..."

After the initial excitement, Qin Yan sighed helplessly, looking at the conspicuous "(Sealed)" written after "Demonic Utterance Heavenly Edict."

"Right now, I can only look at it but not use it. With my current realm and understanding of the Demonic Path, I can't activate it at all.

The only thing I can use now is the 'Blood Curse'."

However, Qin Yan quickly adjusted his mindset.

One must eat one bite at a time and walk the path one step at a time.

While the "Demonic Utterance Heavenly Edict" was excellent, it was ultimately a long-term goal.

Although the "Blood Curse" seemed insidious and eerie, its practicality was not necessarily poor; in certain specific situations, it might even produce miraculous effects.

For example, for tracking, plotting, weakening powerful enemies, or dealing with those who excelled at hiding and self-preservation.

"One can never have too many skills; having an extra means of dealing with enemies is always good."

Qin Yan comforted himself this way, then temporarily suppressed his thoughts about the Divine Ability.

He quickly organized all the gains from this closed-door breakthrough in his mind, then looked down at the jade ring on his wrist that recorded his points.

Atop the jade ring, light flickered, clearly displaying a staggering number—[310,860]!

"Over three hundred and ten thousand points!"

A flash of surprise crossed Qin Yan's eyes.

He knew he had slain many geniuses during that chaotic battle outside the Blood God Hall, but he hadn't expected the accumulated points to reach such a terrifying figure.

Those geniuses he killed had clearly accumulated many points before then by hunting Evil Spirits, exploring ruins, or other means, and now all of it benefited him.

"I had no intention of killing, yet they chose to block my path."

Qin Yan shook his head, feeling little guilt in his heart.

The struggle for the Martial Path was inherently cruel; since those people chose greed and siege, they had to be prepared to pay with their lives.

"I wonder what my current points would rank me in the real-time standings of the entire Hidden Dragon Assembly?"

Qin Yan felt somewhat curious.

It was now June 28th, and less than half a month remained before the three-month opening period of the Canglin Ancient Peak ended.

According to the usual practice of the Hidden Dragon Assembly, everyone's primary energy in the early stages was focused on exploring ruins, seeking opportunities, and improving their own strength.

But in this final period, the true bloody slaughter and point-plundering would enter a white-hot stage!

After all, the efficiency of painstakingly hunting Evil Spirits to accumulate points was far slower than directly robbing other trial-takers!

Especially robbing those "fat sheep" who were weaker but had good luck in the early stages or were active in exploration and had accumulated considerable points.

Qin Yan was naturally no exception.

If he wanted to obtain a higher ranking and more generous rewards after the assembly ended, his existing three hundred and ten thousand points would likely not be enough!

He had to take the initiative to attack and hunt for more points!

At this thought, Qin Yan's gaze became cold.

Feng Jin! Feng Ling!

He hadn't forgotten the debt from that day when these two True King Descendants teamed up to ambush him, forcing him to use his trump cards and leaving him heavily injured!

And those geniuses from various clans who had frantically besieged him on the square, attempting to put him to death—Qin Yan remembered every one of their faces!

"One is no gentleman if they do not avenge a grievance, let alone a grudge for an attempted assassination!"

Qin Yan sneered inwardly, "Now that my strength has greatly increased, it is finally... time for the settlement!"

He would not only seize points but also make those fellows who dared to reach out their claws toward him pay a painful price!

With his killing intent set, Qin Yan immediately took action.

He took out a black cloak from his Storage Ring.

Donning the cloak, the wide brim hung down, completely obscuring his face. "The hunt... begins."

Qin Yan murmured to himself, stepped out of the hidden cave, and his figure merged into the Canglin Ancient Peak.

...

In the following time, as the end of the assembly approached, the atmosphere across the four worlds of the Canglin Ancient Peak suddenly became incredibly tense and bloody!

The days of peaceful exploration were gone, never to return. Intense battles, frantic plundering, and ruthless slaughter became the only main themes within the ruins!

Blood stained the ancient flagstones, and wails echoed between the dilapidated palace halls.

East World.

In the ruins of a collapsed giant Martial Arts Arena, Long Yin slowly withdrew his fist.

Before him, three geniuses from a certain Hard-Shell Clan, known for their defense, had now turned into three puddles of blurred flesh and blood; their armor had shattered like paper under that punch.

Atop Long Yin's knuckles, a wisp of pale gold "Dragon-Shaped Fist Qi" slowly dissipated, with the faint, low-pitched reverberation of a dragon's roar lingering in the air.

"Mere ants."

Long Yin sneered and casually transferred the points from several point tokens to his own name.

He glanced at the numbers jumping on his point ring—[512,345]—and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

Five hundred and twelve thousand points; this number was enough for him to firmly hold the top spot.

At that moment, a Dragon-kin warrior with a sharp aura stepped forward quickly and whispered a few words in his ear.

In Long Yin's narrow golden dragon eyes, a cold light flashed, and the corners of his mouth curled into a cruel arc: "Oh? Fire Lizard has finally shown himself?

Very well. He was lucky enough to escape last time, but this time... I will definitely skin that lizard!"

As his voice fell, he sped off in a certain direction, carrying a chilling killing intent.

South World:

On the edge of an ancient forest shrouded in dense life energy, the fighting was equally intense.

In one area, Yan Xin's four-meter-tall rock body, like a small mountain, swung a giant stone hammer the size of a door panel.

The earthy yellow light on the stone hammer was as heavy as a mountain; every time it struck, it caused the earth to tremble and sent air currents blasting out!

A group of geniuses from various clans attempting to besiege him were like fallen leaves swept by a gale; amidst screams, they were smashed into meat paste or sent flying with broken bones, falling silent forever.

"Not enough! Far from enough! Your points are too few!"

Yan Xin growled in a muffled, booming voice like heavy thunder; as his giant hammer swept across, it created another scene of carnage.

...

In another relatively quiet forest clearing, An Ling stood light-footedly on the branch of an ancient tree, the longbow in her hand flowing with natural radiance already drawn to its limit.

Her eyes were calm and focused. The bowstring vibrated lightly, and emerald-green energy arrows shot forth like living things.

They drew beautiful arcs in the air, accurately piercing the vital points of the geniuses fleeing or attempting to ambush in the dense forest below.

Wherever the arrows passed, only bodies rapidly losing their warmth were left behind.

The arrows of the Elf Clan were elegant, yet lethal.