Chapter 215: A Thousand-Mile Slaughter

Chapter 215: A Thousand-Mile Slaughter

"Thud!"

Ning Xiaochuan plunged his blade into the yellow sand, the sound of steel piercing flesh echoing. A crimson fountain of blood erupted from the sand.

Just as Ning Xiaochuan was about to withdraw his blade, another knife shot out from the desert, aiming straight for his throat.

In the blink of an eye, the blade was about to slit Ning Xiaochuan’s throat.

A sonic wave erupted from Ning Xiaochuan’s mouth, like a clap of Heavenly Thunder, booming and shaking the earth. The yellow sand surged into the air, forming a swirling sandstorm.

The Slaughter God Camp warrior buried beneath the sand was instantly killed by the shockwave.

The tip of the blade froze just an inch from Ning Xiaochuan’s neck—a hair’s breadth from ending his life.

"Shhh—"

Ning Xiaochuan yanked the Dragon Slaying Blade from the corpse, transforming into a streak of Rainbow Radiance as he swiftly fled, refusing to give them any chance to encircle him.

Once trapped by the Slaughter God Camp, death was certain.

Initially, Ning Xiaochuan had suffered heavy losses at their hands. But after repeated clashes, he had learned their combat style and could now counter their forbidden weapons with ease.

In truth, Ning Xiaochuan’s cultivation was no weaker than theirs—his foundation was solid, his Profound Qi profound.

Their strength lay in their battle experience and killing techniques.

These were the two areas where Ning Xiaochuan still paled in comparison.

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

Over forty blades struck Ning Xiaochuan’s body, drenching him in blood. His long hair was disheveled, and he looked like a man drenched in crimson.

The most grievous wound had pierced through his lung, leaving his body riddled with injuries, nearly crippling him.

Of course, the Slaughter God Camp had paid a heavy price—seven of their warriors had already fallen.

For them, this was a devastating loss.

In the past, when they slaughtered entire sects, they had achieved near-zero casualties, annihilating factions of thousands with ease.

But now, against a single youth—Ning Xiaochuan—they had lost seven lives. Even if they killed him today, they would undoubtedly face punishment upon returning to the Imperial City.

"Ning Xiaochuan, you’re at your limit. Will you still refuse to reveal the cultivation method of the 'Northern Abyss Divine Art'?" Yan Lingfeng’s face was livid, his fury boiling over from this unprecedented defeat.

To him, this was nothing short of a crushing failure.

Ning Xiaochuan flicked the blood off his blade, his gaze icy.

An older Slaughter God Camp warrior swung his sword, knocking the Dragon Slaying Blade from Ning Xiaochuan’s grip before plunging his own blade into Ning Xiaochuan’s chest. The crimson steel emerged from his back.

A surge of ferocity erupted from Ning Xiaochuan’s body. His pupils turned blood-red as he endured the agony, gripping the warrior’s throat with one hand. The Demonic Sword within him roared to life.

Ning Xiaochuan’s eyes locked onto the warrior as a devouring force surged from his palm, voraciously absorbing the warrior’s blood and Profound Qi.

"N-Northern… Abyss… Divine Art!"

The warrior screamed in terror, his voice shifting between human and Mystic Beast cries. But no matter how he struggled, he couldn’t break free from Ning Xiaochuan’s grasp. His body withered until it became a desiccated corpse.

With a single palm strike, Ning Xiaochuan sent the warrior flying, his body disintegrating into dust.

Ning Xiaochuan circulated energy through his hands, using the absorbed Blood Qi and Profound Qi to repair the injuries within his body, striving to stabilize his condition.

"Ning Xiaochuan, become my blade slave, and I can grant you the power to slaughter them all." The voice of the Heavenly Emperor's Blade echoed once more from within the Mystic Beast Manual, carrying an intense allure.

Though demonic energy surged violently within Ning Xiaochuan, he had not lost his rationality and simply ignored the Heavenly Emperor's Blade's words.

"Ning Xiaochuan, if you refuse to borrow my power, you will surely die today. What meaning does your stubbornness hold if you're already dead?" the Heavenly Emperor's Blade said.

"Shut up!"

A deafening explosion erupted from within Ning Xiaochuan's body as countless strands of Blood Qi converged, condensing into a third strand of Annihilation Qi.

The demonic energy around Ning Xiaochuan grew even more intense.

"Demonic Sword!"

Ning Xiaochuan roared, and the Demonic Sword flew out from his heart, landing in his hand. Thick demonic mist billowed from it, forming a Blood Cloud in the sky.

Three strands of Annihilation Qi coalesced along the blade of the Demonic Sword.

The remaining thirty Slaughter God Camp warriors were terrified by the power of the Demonic Sword, sensing a deadly threat as they hastily retreated.

Ning Xiaochuan's long hair stood on end, each strand wrapped in Blood Qi. Gripping the Demonic Sword, he advanced step by step toward the Slaughter God Camp, his aura radiating sinister dominance. "You want to kill me? Are you even worthy?"

One of the Slaughter God Camp warriors drew a Divine Slaying Crossbow and fired an arrow that tore through the air with a sonic boom, aiming straight for Ning Xiaochuan's heart.

"Boom!"

Before the arrow could pierce Ning Xiaochuan's body, it was shattered by the Sword Qi of the Demonic Sword.

Ning Xiaochuan swung his sword, unleashing a wave of demonic slaughter.

"Thud!"

The Divine Slaying Crossbow in the warrior's hands shattered, and his body was cleaved in half, collapsing straight to the ground as blood gushed out.

Yan Lingfeng snorted coldly. "So you were hiding secrets after all."

Without wasting words, Ning Xiaochuan charged forward with the Demonic Sword, kicking up a storm of yellow sand behind him that formed a swirling cloud, surging alongside him.

The power unleashed by the Demonic Sword was terrifying. Beneath Ning Xiaochuan's feet, a scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood manifested. He lunged forward, swinging his sword and sending Yan Lingfeng flying.

"Crash!"

The Dragon Slaying Blade in Yan Lingfeng's hands snapped, leaving a bloody gash across his chest.

Had Yan Lingfeng's cultivation not been exceptionally high, that single strike would have killed him.

Ning Xiaochuan's mind was consumed by killing intent, desiring only to slaughter every living being before him.

The Sword Qi of the Demonic Sword grew even more ferocious. With each swing, it unleashed a force brimming with deathly energy.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

Two more Slaughter God Camp warriors were slain, bisected at the waist, their organs spilling out in a gruesome display.

Yan Lingfeng sensed that Ning Xiaochuan was in an extremely abnormal state and decisively ordered, "Retreat!"

The Slaughter God Camp warriors, all stunned by the Demonic Sword's power, transformed into Mystic Beasts and fled at full speed.

Ning Xiaochuan had no intention of letting them escape. Sword in hand, he pursued, catching up to a red-scaled tiger. He landed on its back and decapitated it with a single slash.

What had begun as the Slaughter God Camp hunting Ning Xiaochuan had now turned into a great chase—with the Slaughter God Camp as the ones being hunted.

That night, the desolate wilderness echoed with the agonized howls of Mystic Beasts, and the vast desert stretching thousands of kilometers was stained with blood, littered with corpses along the way.

The next day, Duanmu Linger arrived at the site where the Transcendent Pine had emerged, accompanied by a middle-aged man, intending to rescue Ning Xiaochuan. Traveling with them were the Little Demon Fairy Zi Zhui'er and the Fox Immortal Dao Leader.

After fleeing on the Tai Sui Beast, Duanmu Linger had immediately rushed to Nine Death Cliff to seek reinforcements. However, she encountered Duanmu Linye and the Fox Immortal Dao Leader along the way and brought them back with her.

"Father, this is where it happened yesterday. The Slaughter God Camp dispatched a Hundred Banner Governor, leading thirty-eight of their elite warriors to kill Ning Xiaochuan. To cover my escape, he faced them alone. I fear... I fear the worst has already happened."

Duanmu Linger gazed at the desert below, where no figures could be seen—only half of the Transcendent Pine still protruded from the sand, emitting a faint pine fragrance.

Her heart was heavy with worry. Though Ning Xiaochuan was indeed infuriating, he had repeatedly saved her life. Without him, she would have died two or three times already.

This proved he wasn’t as cold-hearted as he seemed.

Duanmu Linye, the eldest son of the Demon Emperor and current leader of the Blood Devouring Demon Sect, appeared to be in his thirties, though his true age exceeded sixty. With emerald-green brows and piercing eyes, he bore the imposing aura of a formidable warlord.

Ordinary martial artists would kneel in terror at the mere sight of him.

With a flick of his sleeve, Duanmu Linye summoned a hurricane that swept away the thick layers of yellow sand, revealing blood-soaked corpses.

The previous night, an extremely brutal battle had taken place here. The desert winds were fierce, burying the bodies beneath the sand—until now, when they were exposed once more.

"All of them are elite warriors of the Slaughter God Camp—eleven in total," the Fox Immortal Dao Leader remarked.

The Fox Immortal Dao Leader was a stunning woman dressed in palace attire, her delicate brows arched gracefully, a vermilion mark adorning her forehead. Her skin was flawless, and she appeared no older than twenty, exuding an innate sensuality that was irresistibly alluring.

Standing beside her, Zi Zhui'er, cradling the Small Fox in her arms, was also a beauty in her own right—but compared to her mother, she paled in comparison.

"Who killed all these elites?" Duanmu Linger asked in astonishment.

Duanmu Linye answered, "Ning Xiaochuan."

"Him?"

Duanmu Linger was momentarily stunned.

Duanmu Linye, the Fox Immortal Dao Leader, Duanmu Linger, and Zi Zhui'er followed the lingering traces of battle across the desert, discovering more bloodied corpses along the way.

They traveled over 600 kilometers before finally finding Ning Xiaochuan amidst a pile of mutilated bodies.

Ning Xiaochuan sat atop Yan Lingfeng's chest, leaning against a Short Sword, his entire body drenched in blood, his face covered in sand. His vacant eyes stared at the four figures approaching from the horizon.

The Double-headed Stone Beast stood guard beside him, warily eyeing the approaching group, white streams of air puffing from its nostrils as its hooves restlessly pawed the ground.

Duanmu Linger was utterly shocked. The elite warriors of the Slaughter God Camp had truly been slain by him.

He had pursued them for hundreds of kilometers, slaughtering every last one.

Even without witnessing the battle firsthand, the sheer brutality of it was unimaginable. It was nothing short of madness.

"Father, he's still alive."

Duanmu Linger placed her fingers on Ning Xiaochuan's wrist and detected a faint pulse within his body. Though severely injured, he was not dead.

Zi Zhui'er hurried over, gently biting her lip as she channeled a strand of Profound Qi into Ning Xiaochuan's body. Anxiously, she pleaded, "Brother Xiaochuan, Brother Xiaochuan, wake up, please wake up... Mother, come quickly and save Brother Xiaochuan!"

The Fox Immortal Dao Leader extended a jade-white finger but withdrew it before touching Ning Xiaochuan's forehead. She gazed at him intently, her crimson lips parting as she spoke, "He has awakened on his own."