Chapter Fifty-Nine: Frenzied Slaughter

Chapter Fifty-Nine: Frenzied Slaughter

Hundreds of people surged forward with overwhelming momentum. Dust billowed into the air; most wielded long swords, while some carried sabers. The majority were martial artists who had only reached the Body Tempering stage and possessed no exceptional weapons, yet the murderous aura of so many combined was truly intimidating.

From their formation, it was clear their array was designed to bolster both defense and offense, and it was likely devised by the power supporting Chen Xiao.

“Courting death!” Chu Jie stepped forward, his fist gleaming with a blazing sun. He became a whirlwind, charging into their formation. That radiant sun flickered in and out of sight, like sunlight dancing upon a river, and with it came a chorus of agonized screams.

The Great Sun Heavenly Flame Fist swept through their ranks like a wolf among sheep, utterly unimpeded. With every strike, someone fell. Chu Jie’s attacks were ruthless, many killed instantly; those with deeper cultivation were left gravely wounded, collapsing to the ground.

Duan Kun, too, had leapt into the fray. Shadows shrouded his legs, and with every kick, afterimages danced through the air. His speed was astonishing; in mere moments, those around him fell as if flowers were blossoming at his feet, only to be replaced by more attackers from behind.

Countless blades slashed toward him. Duan Kun vaulted upward, landing atop the swords and sabers. With a jarring impact, some of the weapons shattered into fragments. Though these blades were common, they were all specially forged and considered some of the best arms for Body Tempering martial artists. Yet, they were broken by nothing more than Duan Kun’s foot—testament to his extraordinary strength.

The two of them tore through the formation, scattering the horde in a matter of moments. Bodies sprawled everywhere, most of the fallen barely clinging to life.

Throughout, Chen Xiao darted and dodged. His cultivation was somewhat higher, at about the second level of the Spirit Gathering stage, but he remained hidden among his men. Chu Jie struck at everyone he saw, and soon, some knelt in terror as his fist approached, faces drained of blood. But Chu Jie showed no mercy. The blazing sun enveloped their heads, and with a thunderous boom, extinguished their lives.

“Where is your leader?” Chu Jie demanded as he fought. He had no interest in these underlings; his focus was on their boss. He wanted to know which force dared attack him—such audacity bordered on a death wish.

Duan Kun, too, was reveling in the slaughter. Phantom shadows trailed his legs, and in less than a second, he had shattered dozens of skulls around him. Neither Chu Jie nor Duan Kun held back. If they spared these people, endless trouble would follow. Better to eliminate the threat entirely.

Had their leader not coveted the treasure, these men might have survived.

Chu Jie and Duan Kun unleashed a massacre so swift and brutal that some began to flee in utter panic. In just a short span, the two had already slain over a hundred. Those who ran were not pursued, but any who continued to attack were shown no mercy.

Chu Jie had not expected to become an agent of carnage in the Abyss of Divine Demons. It was as if he and Duan Kun had truly become fearsome villains.

At that moment, Chu Jie finally caught their leader, Chen Xiao, seizing him by the throat but refraining from killing him immediately.

“Have you anything to say for yourself now?” Chu Jie sneered.

By now, no warriors remained standing nearby. Over two hundred corpses littered the ground, and those who saw the carnage had already fled. Chu Jie did not bother to give chase; there was no need.

Chen Xiao trembled all over, his face deathly pale. He had thought that, as a second-level Spirit Gathering martial artist, he would not be so easily defeated—even if he lost, he wouldn’t be so powerless. Yet here he was, hoisted by the throat, utterly unable to resist.

“Kill me if you wish. I don’t care,” Chen Xiao spat defiantly.

Almost all his followers were dead. Even if he survived, his own sect would execute him for the losses he’d caused. Either way, he would not live.

Chu Jie searched him but found nothing of value, which left him somewhat disgruntled. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he asked, “Where are the reinforcements you spoke of?”

It seemed these people still had backup, but curiously, no one had arrived. That alone was strange.

“Hmph, you’d best let me go. When our reinforcements arrive, you’ll be the ones to die. What’s so impressive about being at the Spirit Gathering stage? Among our reinforcements are true experts—they’ll slaughter you like dogs!” Chen Xiao laughed darkly, as if already envisioning Chu Jie and Duan Kun’s deaths.

No matter how Chu Jie interrogated him, Chen Xiao refused to reveal their affiliation. Clearly, his organization enforced strict discipline.

In the end, Chu Jie twisted his hand and killed Chen Xiao. There was no point keeping him alive. Chen Xiao knew nothing about the changes in the Abyss of Divine Demons; clueless to the last, he died as he had lived—unlucky.

“Should we wait for those reinforcements? Perhaps they know something useful?” Duan Kun asked.

“Alright, let’s wait and see what kind of backup arrives,” Chu Jie replied. He had just finished slaughtering many and was still unsated. Since arriving in Bloodslaughter City, he had grown far more ruthless.

They did not bother with the corpses, simply waiting. Yet after a long while, no one appeared.

“Could it be those people heard and dared not come?” Duan Kun muttered in frustration. If they delayed much longer, they might miss their chance at the treasure. With the Abyss of Divine Demons in such a tumultuous state, who knew what might happen? It was best to plan ahead.

Nearly two hours passed, and still, no one came.

“No point waiting. Something must have happened to them. Let’s go,” Chu Jie said. Having recovered his strength, now was the time to leave.

Duan Kun readily agreed; staying here served no purpose.

Just as the two were about to depart, a chilling sense of dread enveloped them.

At that moment, they saw, in the distance, a figure clad in red slowly approaching. What truly terrified them was that, from the instant this crimson figure appeared, both felt their bodies stiffen, movement becoming nearly impossible.

Only now did they realize the horror of the situation. Who could command such overwhelming presence that even from afar, they were rendered nearly immobile?

A single thought flashed through their minds—a peerless fiend, the legendary butcher of countless lives.

So, this was the true terror. The sheer force of his aura alone rendered them powerless.

Chu Jie refused to submit. The Wheel of Samsara within him spun furiously, channeling spiritual power throughout his body. He sensed that, unless he regained control of his limbs, he would die here today.

He had yet to vanquish the Yang clan, and his ambition was to ascend to the pinnacle, never to be trampled by another. At this realization, his aura surged higher and higher, so much so that even Duan Kun glanced at him in astonishment.

Chu Jie’s unyielding will inspired Duan Kun, who also began to frantically mobilize his spiritual power, desperate to regain movement.

It was as if the very space around them had been sealed. Only when they had first encountered the old man in the dungeon had they felt such oppressive force. Yet, this fiend felt perhaps a shade weaker than the dungeon elder, though not by much.

That such a being existed in the Abyss of Divine Demons revealed just how unfathomable this place truly was. But it also made Chu Jie covet the treasures here all the more—what kind of priceless artifact could attract such an existence?

Even as Chu Jie summoned every ounce of his power, each step the figure took made it harder to move. To break free from this crushing aura seemed nearly impossible.

Duan Kun struggled for a while but eventually gave up. Before such an overwhelming presence, resistance was futile.

It was no wonder that so many had failed to slay this fiend. Who could possibly withstand such strength?

Yet, Chu Jie refused to surrender. His spiritual power boiled within him, circulating through every limb and bone. Gradually, he felt a slight improvement—he could move, albeit only a little, but it was far better than being completely paralyzed.

Still, he knew this was his limit. Against a martial artist of such caliber, he had no power to resist.

“I must become stronger—stronger!” Chu Jie gritted his teeth. He was unwilling to die after escaping the Yang clan and embarking on the path to power in Bloodslaughter City. To be crushed here, unable even to move, would mean his enemy could kill him as easily as plucking a blade of grass.

He had much unfinished business and did not want to die.

Now he understood why the reinforcements had never come. With such a fiend blocking the way, they had likely already been annihilated.

The peerless fiend seemed intent on tormenting them, advancing slowly, his oppressive aura growing ever more suffocating. Even their bones began to creak under the strain.

The crimson silhouette crept ever closer. In that moment, Chu Jie felt as if this figure had emerged from hell itself, bringing death wherever he went.

The surrounding space seemed to warp; red light filled the air, and even rocks, when touched by the glow, were instantly reduced to ash.

This being was simply too powerful, crushing any thought of resistance.

Though Chu Jie’s body was paralyzed, his eyes remained clear. He fixed his gaze on the peerless fiend, screaming in his heart, but it was all to no avail.