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Those words echoed like thunder, causing the Blood Sword in Yan Xiaobao's hand to tremble, then quickly begin to crumble.

The entire Middle Peak trembled like a powerful force. At the same time, countless spell forms and magic symbols appeared on the ground, specifically designed to control Blood Qi!

Yan Xiaobao's eyes widened, sensing that the Blood Qi was responding to the voice just now. It was no longer under his control, almost as if the voice was its true master, exerting a level of control far exceeding his own.

However, after a moment, he realized the truth: the person's control over the Blood Qi was exerted by external force, in stark contrast to his own. After all, he was related to the Blood Qi!

Anger filled Yan Xiaobao's heart. At this moment, he did not care who the voice belonged to, and he couldn't restrain himself from saying: "No, it's not enough! When they tried to kill me, where were you? Now when I am trying to kill them, you suddenly say 'enough'? I will not accept this!"

From the moment he arrived at the Blood Flow Sect, he's been running around, tail between his legs. Now that he finally took some action, only to be given the short end of the stick. At present, his desire to kill these Foundation builders would only continue to grow.

"It's their fault!" he shouted, eyes blazing. Even though he knew his actions might not be the best choice, he did his utmost to summon that giant hand; all of this was to throw the Blood Flow Sect into chaos. Even if he had to flee the sect later, it was his choice. With the dispersing Blood Qi, with the Foundation builders gasping for breath, the pressure mounting, he began to move. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of a Foundation-level Dharma Protector, clenched his fist, and punched and kicked.

The cultivator had just heaved a sigh of relief. Too slow to react to what was happening, he was hit directly by the punches, blood spurting from his mouth as his heart and blood vessels started to burst.

"You—" His eyes widened, and before he could say more, he was already dead.

Everyone fell into chaos, beginning to flee. Yan Xiaobao was tired of being wronged and threw caution to the wind. His expression was grim, and when he attacked again, his eyes radiated murder intent. Yan Xiaobao's eyes were a bright red. When he was chased by the Luochen Clan, he had already dealt with those who wanted him dead. It was then he realized the only option in this situation was to be more ruthless than his opponents. Moreover, he must kill them before they kill him!

It was the only way to survive!

He turned into a beam of light, appearing next to another Foundation-level Dharma Protector who had just attacked him, and directly beat him, causing a heaven-like tremor and earth-shattering rumble to fill the area.

A wave of heat reverberated through, and as his body shattered, the Dharma Protector screamed in agony. Yan Xiaobao darted through the blood and gore, then suddenly flew back to grab the neck of another cultivator preparing to launch a sneak attack. The man screamed as he was subsequently torn to pieces.

Yan Xiaobao was already drenched in blood, his breath heaving, his eyes a brilliant red.

"Come on!" he roared. "What are you competing for? Do you want to kill me?! Come on!"

He blurred, appearing among a frightened, fleeing Foundation builder. In an instant, Yan Xiaobao's hand clamped tightly on the man's shoulder. Howling, the man tried to perform a spell, but before he could, Yan Xiaobao's other hand gripped his neck tightly, squeezing with force!

A sound of breaking echoed, and the man was dead.

As Yan Xiaobao turned, the other Foundation cultivators fled like mad, their faces full of horror. Some dived into their Immortal Caves and activated defensive magic formations, while others tried to get away as far as they could.

Some of them had already banded together, establishing a massive defensive magic formation to prevent Yan Xiaobao from reaching them. Song Que and Master God-Diviner were in that group.

"You're not even human!"

"I've never seen such a demon before!"

"Heavens! Nightcrypt is terrifying!"

Yan Xiaobao's eruption of violence had thoroughly shaken them. To them, he looked like a demon, a monster, his clothes drenched in blood, his expression vile and full of murder.

This madness, such madness, shrunk the minds of all the cultivators present. Even Song Que was gasping, and as for the Divine Master, he was utterly terrified.

These were the disciples of the Blood Flow Sect, with disciples from other sects viewed as barbaric and cruel. However, at this moment, those disciples were watching Yan Xiaobao and thought his brutality was indescribable.

Surprisingly, the voice that had just spoken to stop Bai Xiaochun said nothing more.

Even the main elders and others merely watched, visibly moved, yet took no intervention. In fact, some of them even went personally to observe the slaughter.

Bai Xiaochun gasped and looked at the group forming a spell, then shot toward a nearby Immortal Cave, letting out a cold laugh. As the incense burned, he used only physical strength to open the cave. Moments later, he emerged from the cave, dragging out the corpse of the Foundation cultivator who had been hiding inside. He threw the corpse in front of the spell formation and then sat down on one side, exhausted. He wiped the blood from his face and looked up at the onlookers hovering mid-air.