128: I had fun, so I can make your deaths quicker.

Chen Nian's voice was very calm; he did not deliberately emphasize his tone, nor did it contain any intense killing intent.

But this plain, unremarkable sentence fell upon the ears of the surviving members of the Eternal Life Cult in the plaza like a funeral knell from the depths of Hell.

"Boom!"

Everyone's brain turned completely blank in that instant.

Fear, an unprecedented fear, like an ice-cold, bone-chilling tide, instantly surged from the soles of their feet to the crowns of their heads.

They had just been praying, praying that this monster would show mercy and spare them after slaughtering the Demonic Evils.

They were even fantasizing that as long as they were obedient, they might be able to save their lives.

However, reality dealt them the cruelest blow.

This man had never intended to let anyone go from the very beginning.

Those Demonic Evils were just an appetizer, while they were the true main course.

"No... don't..."

A Black-Robed Cultist who was slightly closer was the first to react from the extreme shock.

His legs went weak, he knelt directly on the ground, and began kowtowing desperately to Chen Nian.

"Spare me, My Lord! Please, spare me!"

"We were blind and failed to recognize a superior; we deserve to die."

"Please, let us go; we won't dare to do this again!"

His voice was shrill and tearful. His forehead collided with the hard ground, making muffled "thud, thud" sounds, and soon became bloody and mangled.

With the first came the second and the third.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

In an instant, a large crowd knelt in the plaza.

The remaining members of the Eternal Life Cult, whether they were Black-Robed Cultists or silver-robed deacons, all cast aside their last shred of dignity, prostrating themselves and trembling.

"My Lord, we are willing to submit; we are willing to work like beasts of burden for you!"

"We are still useful; we know many secrets of the cult, and we can help you find the true location of the headquarters!"

"Yes, yes, yes! We are willing to turn over a new leaf and become your most loyal servants; we only beg you to spare our lives!"

"We are willing to offer our Soul Contract and be under your command for all eternity!"

Sounds of begging and crying rose and fell, merging into a chaotic wail.

They were like a herd of livestock waiting to be slaughtered, making their final and most futile struggles.

However, faced with these humble pleas, the smile on Chen Nian's face did not diminish in the slightest; instead, it grew even more intense.

He watched the ants wagging their tails in supplication with great interest, as if watching a comical play.

"Spare you?"

Chen Nian finally stopped, standing in front of the crowd, looking down at these trembling ants from a position of superiority.

"When you activated that secret array and vowed to suppress and kill me just now, you didn't have this kind of look on your faces."

His voice carried a hint of mockery, as if recalling an amusing trifle.

"So arrogant, daring to make a move against me..."

Chen Nian smiled cruelly, his eyes as cold as blades.

"You don't really think I'd let you leave here alive, do you?"

Every word of Chen Nian was like an invisible sharp knife, piercing through the last shred of luck in their hearts and shattering it completely.

That was true.

They had just been loudly proclaiming they would suppress and kill him, even using a secret array to attack him.

Begging for mercy now seemed futile no matter how one looked at it.

They had been high and mighty just a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, the balance of power had shifted.

They had become fish on a chopping block, and the other party was the butcher holding the knife.

Despair, total despair, enveloped everyone.

The Gold-Robed Man's body trembled even more violently. He mustered his last bit of strength and raised his head; his face, which was originally rather tough, was now filled with fear and supplication.

"M... My Lord... We were wrong... We..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Chen Nian impatiently waved his hand.

The next instant, a brilliant golden energy suddenly condensed at his fingertips and then exploded violently.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several muffled explosions sounded almost simultaneously.

The bodies of the few Black-Robed Cultists who had been kneeling at the very front, kowtowing the loudest, suddenly stiffened without warning.

Immediately after, under the terrified gazes of their surrounding companions, their bodies expanded instantly like balloons inflated with too much gas, and then exploded with a boom.

The golden energy violently tore apart their flesh, bones, and even their Divine Soul.

A mist of blood and fragments of flesh splattered everywhere, drenching the heads and faces of the few remaining kneeling cultists.

The warm, thick, bloody liquid slid down their cheeks, causing them to freeze in place, unable to even scream.

Dead.

Just like that, they were dead.

They couldn't even leave behind a complete last word.

Chen Nian smiled cruelly. That smile on his handsome face appeared incredibly evil and chilling.

"Stop begging."

He smiled cruelly, his tone as relaxed as if he were discussing the moonlight tonight.

"Instead of wasting your breath here asking for impossible things, you'd better think of a way to make me have some fun."

"Who knows, if I have fun, I might let you die more painlessly?"

These words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely shattering the unrealistic fantasies in some people's hearts.

Everyone realized that he had never intended to spare them.

All previous fantasies were just their own wishful thinking.

This man, this demon, not only wanted to kill them but also wanted to toy with them to his heart's content before doing so.

After fear reaches its limit, it gives birth to madness.

Since death was inevitable either way, rather than being slaughtered like livestock, it was better to fight to the death!

A silver-robed deacon suddenly stood up from the ground, his eyes bloodshot, his face full of madness and determination.

"Fight him!"

"We're going to die anyway, so let's die standing!"

He roared, and the remaining spiritual energy in his body surged wildly, turning into a pitch-black palm print, slapping fiercely toward Chen Nian.

"That's right! Fight!"

The desperate situation with no hope of survival completely ignited the ferocity in their bones.

More than a dozen other cultists were infected by this madness and scrambled up from the ground.

They unleashed their Magic Treasures, cast their trump card techniques, and launched a desperate charge toward Chen Nian like madmen.

Blade lights, sword shadows, poison mists, ghost claws...

For a moment, various lights intertwined, completely enveloping Chen Nian.

Watching these guys who feared no death, the look of contempt on Chen Nian's face grew even stronger.

"Oh?"

"Now this is interesting."

He chuckled, not even moving his feet, just casually raising his right hand and slightly spreading his five fingers.

"Swish!"

Thousands upon thousands of red threads, thinner than hair, appeared out of thin air like bloodthirsty vines possessing life.

With him as the center, they shot toward the dozen charging cultists!

The speed was extreme, leaving trails of afterimages in the air.

The ferocity and determination on the faces of those cultists had not yet faded, and their forward momentum was still continuing.

But the next second—

"Puchi! Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!"

Dense and slight cutting sounds like rain hitting banana leaves suddenly rang out.

The red threads ignored the defenses they had hastily set up, ignored their tough Physical Bodies, and like a hot knife cutting through butter, easily penetrated and swept across their bodies.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The dozen or so cultists froze in place, maintaining their forward-charging or spell-casting postures, unmoving.

Immediately after, countless thin blood lines appeared on the surface of their bodies.

"Clatter!"

Like a collapsing structure of building blocks, the dozen bodies split and slid apart neatly along those blood lines at the same time.

They turned into a pile of evenly sized chunks of flesh, mixed with internal organs and bones, scattering all over the ground with a clatter.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly dyeing the area a blinding red.

Instant kill!

It was still an instant kill without suspense!

After completing the slaughter, those red threads quietly dissipated into the air, as if they had never appeared.

The entire plaza fell into a deathly silence once again.