In the sky, several members of the Demon Clan were driving hundreds of villagers towards the central Array.
The faces of the villagers were filled with panic and fear.
His mother instantly covered his mouth, her hands trembling slightly as she looked at the members of the Demon Clan with fear in her eyes.
An old man, who seemed to be the village chief, walked forward unsteadily: "Honored ones. We do not know why you have brought us here. We are just ordinary folks, we have no dealings with the world of the honored ones."
A few of the Demon Clan glanced at the village chief.
One demon revealed a sinister smile: "Old man, rest assured, it’s a good thing."
"A good thing?" The elder was skeptical.
"Of course." The smile on the face of the demon became even more eerie. "Such lowly lives as yours are able to contribute to our great Holy Daughter? Tell me, is this not a good thing?"
Shi Nian narrowed his eyes, a chill in his gaze.
"This..." The elder was panicked, but still mustered his courage to ask: "Please speak clearly, honored ones."
But the Demon Clan turned their heads away, no longer paying attention to them.
Several members of the Demon Clan seemed to sense something, they looked to the distant sky and bowed respectfully.
One of the Demon Clan, looking disdainfully at the villagers, said coldly: "The Holy Daughter is about to arrive, why have you not knelt?"
Under a terrible silence.
Slowly, some people knelt down.
Those who knelt too slowly were met with a blast of Magic Power from the demons.
The person screamed in pain. The demon snorted coldly, ready to continue.
"Enough, Lie Ran, don’t kill them. These people will be useful later." Another demon spoke up.
Only then did the one called Lie Ran stop.
A huge carriage appeared in the sky.
The beast pulling the carriage was the notorious Fierce Beast Bó. Bó resembled a horse, with a white body and a black tail, known for its ferocity, normally preying on tigers and leopards.
This terrible Fierce Beast was merely the mount for this carriage.
No fewer than four Bó beasts were steadily pulling the carriage, which finally descended to the center.
"We welcome the Holy Daughter." The respectful voices of several demons rose.
The curtains of the carriage were drawn back.
A stunningly beautiful woman stepped down slowly.
Her hair was as red as fire.
Her eyes, blue like the sea.
Members of the Demon Clan have a distinctive trait.
The redder the hair and the bluer the eyes, the higher the rank in the Demon Clan.
The colors of this woman were even purer than the high-ranking demon that died beneath Shi Nian’s stone.
"Demon Clan Saintess." Chen Mingyue’s voice sounded: "Master once mentioned, the Demon Clan selects one female demon with the best Talent each generation to become the Holy Daughter. After the selection, the demoness will receive a special heritage, not only refining her Magic Power but also elevating her status within the Demon World to the heavens, a position that can even rival the Demon Lord. In some respects, she may even surpass the Demon Lord. After all, there are nine Demon Lords in the Demon World right now. But there is only one Holy Daughter. Despite the Holy Daughter’s initial low Cultivation, after receiving the heritage, her progress is astonishingly rapid. In the end, so long as she does not perish, she will definitely become a Demon Lord Level expert."
As Chen Mingyue spoke, a hint of astonishment lay in the depths of her eyes.
Such a significant figure in the Demon World, why would she come to such a small village.
The Holy Daughter glanced at the scene but seemed somewhat dissatisfied.
"Why are there so few people?"
"Holy Daughter. This area is, after all, under the jurisdiction of the Righteous Alliance. We dare not openly go to those populous places. These small villages are sparsely populated, but they are hidden and safe." Lie Ran hastily explained.
The Holy Daughter said indifferently, "Then let it be slow, I just had a whim to refine a Magic Treasure."
Seeing that the Holy Daughter didn’t mean to blame them, several demons breathed a sigh of relief.
The Holy Daughter glanced at the terrified villagers and said indifferently, "That’s enough. Kill them."
"Yes!" Several demons stood up.
"Kill them? Honored one, this is not right, this is not—," the village chief started to say something anxiously.
One demon’s nails suddenly extended, piercing directly into the village chief’s throat.
The village chief’s eyes widened as he slowly fell.
The blood from his body flowed out rapidly, converging towards the central Array.
The Holy Daughter smiled faintly and tossed a flag into the center of the Array.
In the midst of countless wails of agony.
One by one, members of the Human Clan perished, their blood converging into the Array.
Eventually, it all gathered upon the flag.
These villagers were mere mortals without a trace of Spiritual Power, incapable of the slightest resistance.
Their blood was completely drained, absorbed by the Array and flag without a trace left.
The corpses that remained on the ground were shockingly all desiccated husks.
"It’s done. Let’s go." The Holy Daughter retracted the flag, saying casually.
"Yes." Lie Ran responded, casually flicking a wisp of flame that incinerated all the corpses.
Afterward. They rapidly departed, escorting the Holy Daughter.
Silence pervaded the scene.
As everyone once again gazed at the blood-soaked ground, many trembled with rage.
The Human, Demon, and Beast Clans had actually maintained peace for an extended period.
Most of these people had always stayed within their Sects, like living in an ivory tower.
When had they ever witnessed such gory reality?
"Those not of our race must have different hearts."
These eight characters suddenly became piercingly clear.
The Demon Clan was still clandestinely slaughtering the Human Clan.
What about when the Demon Clan recovers and launches its full-scale attack?
Such massacres will only be repeated over and over!
Yun Jian gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.
He kept staring at the bloodstained ground, staring incessantly.
This is the Demon Clan.
Is human life nothing but a trivial matter in their eyes?
Just for the sake of crafting a Magic Treasure, they can arbitrarily massacre so many lives?
There were elders, children.
There were women, men.
And they shared a common identity.
They belonged to the Human Clan.
Yun Jian had originally wanted to go to the battlefield simply for the thrill of battle.
His thoughts had changed.
He wanted to slay demons.
He wanted to kill enough demons.
He wanted to let those Demon Clan members who viewed mortal life as mere weeds, taste what it feels like to be weeds themselves.
He wanted those of the Demon Clan, upon hearing his name, to tremble with fear!
The Jiuli Sword in Yun Jian’s hand seemed to resonate with its master’s emotions.
This sword unsheathed itself, and its sword cry resonated, intimidating the surroundings.
A strange event occurred.
The bloodstains remaining on the ground actually began to coalesce.
Eventually, they formed a single drop of blood that merged into the Jiuli Sword.
The blade of the Jiuli Sword abruptly turned a bloody red color, and then, slowly fell back into Yun Jian’s hand.
Lu Zhuoyan watched, a flash of astonishment crossing his eyes.