Su Chen stood there, silent.
In the quiet, the deadly stillness, a single shout had killed a full thirty thousand Martial Cultivators.
Gone in the flick of a finger!
That chilling heart-gripping fear, the cold breath, filled the air, almost freezing everything, blurring reality and illusion...
Not to mention Qin Feiwu and the others, even Chu Kang, Chen Jianqiong, Lan Xiangnan, and the rest were scared stiff, gasping for breath.
So many of them, so many strong fighters, confronting the hundred thousand people led by Qin Feiwu, fighting desperately, nearly half were wounded or killed, only to slaughter twenty thousand of Qin Feiwu’s hundred thousand.
And Su Chen? Just with a fierce shout, thirty thousand Martial Cultivators had gone to Yellow Springs.
This was beyond human capability.
Even a Demon God would be no different.
"Good! Good!! Good!!! Hahaha... Xuu Zhan, do you see it? Do you see it? Ah! Our blood has not flowed in vain; those damned bastards, they’re all paying their debts!" Zhao Wuwei laughed wildly, like a madman, his crazed laughter mixed with tears of blood — it was excitement, it was wildness, it was an outpouring of avenged hatred.
"So, do you think one man’s strength can kill how many? Do you think one man’s strength cannot turn the tide of battle?" Su Chen asked in a spectral tone, his emotions not showing the slightest ripple, as if, that previous shout that executed thirty thousand Martial Cultivators was as simple as breathing to him, and it truly was. Su Chen was utterly unfazed; it mattered not whether it was thirty thousand or three hundred million Martial Cultivators before him, he would kill! Kill!! Kill!!! These people before his eyes were not human, they were beasts; they all deserved death!
Some want to kill your woman.
Some want to kill your unborn child.
Some want to kill your friends, your relatives.
You too would go mad, you too would turn into a crazed butcher, your heart as cold as steel, you too would be bloodthirsty like a demon.
"You... you... We still have forty or fifty thousand people, Su... Su Chen, do you... do you really intend to kill us all? Do you really want undying determination? Don’t push us!" Qin Feiwu roared, his fists clenched tight. Even at this moment, he still didn’t dare to shout, "Let’s fight him with all we’ve got!"
Because he was afraid.
Su Chen gave him a sense of the unknown, of death, of strangeness...
Looking at Su Chen, he felt a chilling fear, as if his heart was on the verge of bursting.
All he wanted now was to survive.
"I am going to kill to the last, I am determined to fight to the death, you have forty or fifty thousand people left? Heh..." Su Chen glared at Qin Feiwu, first in silence. After a few breaths, a cruel sneer crossed his lips, followed by a fierce shout, and then, his Divine Soul was stirred.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh!!!
Dozens of Lower-grade Divine Artifacts and Middle-grade Divine Artifacts.
Turned into streaks of light.
Shooting towards the crowd of Martial Cultivators behind Qin Feiwu.
Those dozens of Lower-grade and Middle-grade Divine Artifacts were like bombs, their pins pulled by Su Chen’s Divine Soul. And as Su Chen’s Divine Soul moved...
It was as if a series of nuclear bombs had detonated, the Explosive Force shot towards the sky, mountains trembled, air screamed, space mourned.
Under a sea of dumbfounded gazes.
Another twenty thousand Martial Cultivators from the remaining forty or fifty thousand behind Qin Feiwu perished in the explosions of those dozens of Divine Artifacts.
Not just that, aside from the roughly twenty thousand dead Martial Cultivators, another ten thousand or so were severely injured, with limbs blown off.
Even powerhouses like Qin Feiwu and Qin Ke, though they reacted in that instant, were still knocked back by the terrifying shockwave, coughing up blood and wounded.
Su Chen stood there, quietly watching, unmoved.
These damned bastards.
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And all of the allied Martial Cultivators, including Chu Kang, Chen Jianqiong, Mo Qingwu, and the four envoys from the Royal Martial Training Field, were terrified into stupefaction.
Is this... this... has he gone mad?
Were these tens of thousands of Martial Cultivators now dead?
Su Chen hadn’t even made a move yet!
And already more than half of the opponents were dead.
Dozens of Divine Artifacts!
To have them self-destruct like that, just thinking about it can stop one’s heart.
An ordinary Martial Cultivator strives for a lifetime and might never obtain a single Divine Artifact.
The entire Burning Heaven Sect, from its establishment to today, have they ever acquired a Divine Artifact? No.
And yet, Su Chen used those Divine Artifacts as one-time self-destructive attacks.
What is this if not incredibly lavish? He is simply insane!
Chu Kang took a deep breath, feeling extreme relief in his heart. He had won the bet, truly won. He felt a chill, a fear of afterthought. Su Chen was truly an existence like a Demon God!
Thankfully, thankfully the Xuanfeng Imperial Family made the right choice. Otherwise, just thinking about Su Chen’s outbreak, his methods made him feel a tingling on his scalp.
Chu Kang couldn’t help but silently mourn for forces like the Wanlong Dynasty and Xuaanwu Academy.
He had a strong premonition that today was just the beginning.
Su Chen’s revenge had just started.
What awaited the Wanlong Dynasty, Xuaanwu Academy, and other powers would be endless despair.
Dozens of breaths later.
Everything returned to calm.
Behind Qin Feiwu and the others, all that remained were the defeated and maimed.
"Now, do you still have many people left?" Su Chen stared at Qin Feiwu and asked quietly.
Qin Feiwu shivered violently.
"If you still think there are a lot of people on your side, I can help you reduce the burden further," Su Chen said earnestly.
"Su... Su... Su Chen!!! What on earth do you want to do? Ah!" Qin Feiwu lost his sanity, his eyes rapidly turning red. He was pushed to the brink, he was going mad. What kind of terrifying existence had he provoked? His Mind was about to shatter, his State of Mind on the verge of collapse.
"What do I want to do? Haven’t I said it? I want all of you dead."
"Damn it! Su Chen!!! You forced us, kill! Just fucking kill! It’s all the same in death! Kill! Kill this damned thing!" Qin Feiwu stopped fantasizing. He saw it clearly; Su Chen would absolutely not let them off.
Survival, perhaps, was truly just a luxury. So.
They would fight desperately.
Even in death, they would not make it easy for Su Chen.
"Roar, roar, roar... Die, Su Chen!"
In an instant, like Qin Feiwu, those Martial Cultivators driven to the brink of terror and filled with immense regret charged at Su Chen recklessly, gripping their Weapons with all their might, completely losing their sanity, with eyes only for Su Chen.
And Su Chen just smiled, "This is how it should’ve been all along!"
With a thought in his Mind.
Heavy Divine Sword in hand.
"Three Powers Transformation!"
"Divine Power Compression!"
"Mysterious Beast Bone!"
"All of you, break!!!"
With each word, each shout from Su Chen, his killing intent raged, trembled, went mad. He didn’t want to hold back even the slightest bit. Using all his Hidden Cards, all he wanted was to kill! Kill!! Kill!!!