622: Chapter 622 Blood Sea Suppressing Mountain Fist

Blood Butcher's voice suddenly lowered.

It was not a deliberate lowering of his voice, but rather a chilling, raspy, low tone akin to metal grinding against metal, born from extreme anger and madness.

"You… you bunch of idiots. Blind fools. Ants seeking your own deaths."

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, accompanied by blood foam and sparks.

"You are the ones who do not know what is good for you. You have no idea—what you are facing."

He paused.

The red light in his eyes flickered wildly, mixed with a bone-deep, almost tangible fear that would make any creature tremble instinctively.

"I'll tell you… that little girl has something on her that is more terrifying, more ancient, and more—damn it—should-not-exist-in-this-world than the Ancient Precious Technique you all guessed!"

Hum—

A subtle commotion spread among the top experts.

It was like an invisible needle, precisely piercing their most sensitive and anxious nerve.

The Sword Tiger Clan Prodigy's pupils shrank to needle points.

The Vajra Monk's Buddha light fluctuated again, like the surface of a lake ruffled by the wind.

More terrifying than the Ancient Precious Technique?

What could that be?

Ancient Forbidden Technique? A lost supreme treasure? Or… something that only exists in legends, a being whose name cannot even be mentioned?

"Impossible!"

The Sword Tiger Clan Prodigy was the first to retort sharply, the veins on his sword-wielding hand bulging, as if he were using all his strength to dispel the sudden chill rising in his heart.

"Alarmist talk! Blood Butcher, you are merely trying to disturb our minds to create an opportunity for your master! Since you have willingly become a lackey, naturally you must boast about your master's prestige!"

"Lying?"

Blood Butcher sneered.

There was no anger or excuse in this smile, only endless mockery and a heart-palpitating, almost self-abandoning composure.

"Haha… why would I lie?"

He suddenly raised his head, his scarlet eyes staring straight at the Sword Tiger Clan Prodigy, and at everyone present.

"Coercion? Weak-boned? Do you think I, Blood Butcher—the most brilliant direct descendant of the Blood God Clan in ten thousand years—am the kind of spineless coward who would kneel, beg for mercy, and sign a master-servant contract just because I got beaten up?!"

He inhaled sharply, his chest swelling high like a volcano about to erupt.

Then—

Using the last of his strength, facing the two hundred plus Cultivators before him, facing this meticulously arranged encirclement, and facing this fake, greedy, and disgusting scene of rescue, he issued his final, heaven-shattering declaration:

"I—damn it—begged to sign it myself!!!!"

Boom!!

If the previous roar was thunder, then this sentence was a silent Soul shock, thousands of times more violent than any thunder, slamming fiercely into the depths of everyone's Sea of Consciousness!

Begged… to sign it?

A powerful Blood God Clan Mid-stage Soul Transformation expert, known for his ferocity and decisiveness, actively and pleadingly signed a master-servant contract with an unknown little girl who looked like she hadn't even grown her feathers yet?!

Absurd!

Unbelievable!

It completely overturned every damn thing we know!

The entire scene fell into a silence deeper and more eerie than before.

The wind stopped.

The sound disappeared.

Time seemed to freeze.

The expressions on everyone's faces were extremely vivid—shock, bewilderment, absurdity, suspicion, and a faint trace of unease and fear… like an overturned dye vat, colorful and quite a sight.

The muscles on the Sword Tiger Clan Prodigy's face were twitching crazily.

The Feather Clan Woman forgot her anger, her cherry lips slightly parted, her eyes as dull as a dead fish.

Under the Vajra Monk's lowered eyelids, his gaze flickered violently, like a candle in the wind.

The gray-robed elder's hand, stroking his beard, trembled slightly, as if touching a lump of red-hot coal.

They looked at Blood Butcher, at this man who looked like a mad demon, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes yet smiling with extreme ferocity, and for the first time, they felt that things might have completely spiraled out of their expectations and control.

Completely, spiraled out.

This was not a loser's bluff.

Not a Puppet's outward toughness but inner weakness.

This was the madness mixed with fear, despair, and extreme irony of someone who had truly stepped onto a high mountain and glimpsed the abyss, looking back at the ants still arguing at the foot of the mountain about which path was flatter!

Blood Butcher watched the vivid changes in their expressions, watched their confident masks shatter piece by piece, revealing the essence of panic, unease, and fear underneath.

A twisted, morbid, and hearty pleasure, mixed with the determination of someone who has nothing left to lose, wrapped around his heart like a poisonous vine and grew wildly!

He didn't know how strong Luo Xiaojiu really was.

He didn't know what other trump cards she had.

But he knew one thing—incredibly clearly, bone-deep, something he wouldn't forget even if his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering—

The dozen or so so-called Prodigies and Senior experts before him, plus the two hundred plus rabble behind them, tied together, bundled into a group, and stacked three layers high—

Probably wouldn't be enough for that girl on the hill, who was watching the show with her arms crossed and a smile, to beat with one hand.

And what he had to do now was not to defect, not to surrender, not to explain.

It was before that girl felt she had seen enough of the show and couldn't be bothered to watch this group of clowns perform anymore—

To use the most direct, most violent, most—damn it—unreserved way—

To take that layer of hypocritical, greedy, and disgusting skin on these people's faces—

With his own hands!

One by one!

Tear it to shreds!!!

"Cut the damn crap——!!"

The blood Qi, resentment, anger, and determination that had accumulated to the Peak erupted instantly!

Blood Butcher roared at the sky, his voice shaking the surroundings, causing birds and beasts within a hundred miles to be so terrified they defecated and collapsed to the ground!

His already tall body seemed to expand again, and dark red blood Qi, like a breached flood, spewed out from every pore of his body, rushing into the sky!

The blood Qi was thick and foul-smelling, carrying a strong aura of corrosion and destruction, with countless resentful Souls faintly shrieking within, as if the gates of Hell had been opened!

His robes fluttered, his black hair danced wildly, and the red light in his eyes blazed like a blood moon in the sky!

In that instant, he transformed into a true blood-bathed Asura stepping out of the boundless sea of blood!

"All of you—die!!"

He moved.

No detours, no probing, no defense.

Only the most violent, most aggressive, most unreserved, most—damn it—reckless—

Charge!

Like a meteorite burning with blood flames, dragging a long, dark red tail of fire, he slammed fiercely into the seemingly impregnable encirclement composed of a dozen top Nascent Soul and even half-step Soul Transformation Cultivators!

The target—

Pointing directly at the one who spoke first, laughed at him the phoniest, jumped the most, and whose ugly face he had long wanted to punch to pieces—

The Sword Tiger Clan Prodigy!

"Presumptuous!"

The Sword Tiger Clan Prodigy was shocked and angry, his face livid.

He didn't expect Blood Butcher would really dare to strike, and even less did he expect such a straightforward, immensely aggressive frontal collision.

In his shock and anger, his own ferocity erupted, and the sword box on his back rang out with a clang!

A beam of sword light, as cold as an eternal glacier and as sharp as Nine Heavens thunder, shot into the sky!

The sword was named [Frost Tiger].

It must drink blood upon being unsheathed!

This was a full-strength strike at his Peak Nascent Soul Realm, with unparalleled Sword Intent, pushing sharpness and bitter cold to the extreme.

Where the sword light passed, fine ice crystals condensed in the air, the ground was instantly covered in white frost, and the hundred-foot Sword Qi, like a giant frost Dragon, opened its fangs, carrying a chill that could freeze the Soul, and struck straight at Blood Butcher's throat!

He wanted to establish his prestige with one sword!

Slash this mad dog!

Seize his blood Qi!

Then force the truth out of that girl!

Before the Sword Qi arrived, the bone-piercing cold came rushing forward, almost freezing Blood Butcher's blood into ice.

Facing this terrifying sword strike capable of severely injuring an ordinary Early Stage Soul Transformation Cultivator, a trace of extreme, maddening mockery flashed in Blood Butcher's scarlet eyes—

He did not dodge or avoid it.

His speed increased by another thirty percent!

Just as the frost sword light was about to touch his skin—

Bang!

His body exploded suddenly!

Not shredded by the Sword Qi.

It was an active explosion!

Transforming into a large, dense, viscous, and roiling cloud of dark red blood mist!

The blood mist condensed without dispersing, and within it, countless tiny blood snakes seemed to be swimming, hissing, and ready to devour people!

The frosty white sword light passed through the blood mist without obstruction, only freezing and annihilating a small portion of the blood Qi, but failed to damage the core of the blood mist, striking straight into the empty space behind, plowing a frost-covered trench hundreds of feet long and bottomless into the ground!

Frost spread, and vegetation turned to ash!

"Blood God Mist Transformation?!"

A knowledgeable young Prodigy exclaimed, his voice changing pitch.

This was the Blood God Clan's top life-saving escape technique, transforming into mist, greatly reducing the effectiveness of ordinary physical and spiritual power attacks, a divine skill that could be called invincible among the same rank!

The next moment—

The pierced blood mist did not disperse, but instead surged and condensed forward at an even faster speed!

Fast!

Extremely fast!

Just at the moment when the Sword Tiger Clan Prodigy's old strength was spent and his new strength had not yet arisen, his mind slightly shaken by missing the strike—

The blood mist had already re-condensed into a human form three steps in front of him!

It was Blood Butcher!

His face wore a grin of extreme ferocity, the red light in his eyes almost dripping blood, his right hand clenched into a fist, the muscles on his arm bulging like coiled dragons, and veins protruding like earthworms!

Dark red blood aura wrapped around his fist, solidifying into reality, exuding a disgusting aura of blood and destruction, and countless painful, twisted faces faintly flashed within the blood aura, as if every punch thrown carried the curses of thousands of resentful Souls!

Without the slightest hesitation.

Or even any unnecessary movements.

A punch thrown out!

"Die—for me!!!"

Blood God Clan Saint-Grade secret killing move—[Blood Sea Mountain-Suppressing Fist]!

The fist aura left his hand, not just a simple blast of Qi.

Instead, it transformed into a miniature, blood-colored mountain, churning with blood waves and suppressing countless resentful Souls, carrying the terrifying power to corrode spiritual power, defile Magic Treasures, and suppress Divine Souls, crushing the Void Realm, and slamming fiercely towards the face of the Sword Tiger Clan Prodigy, which still wore an expression of shock and fear!

Before the fist arrived, the wind from the punch had already distorted the Sword Tiger Clan Prodigy's face!

This punch would blow his head off!