Chapter 341: Kill, Kill, Kill!

Chapter 341: Kill! Kill! Kill!

"Kill!"

"A mere human, our rations, dares to act insolent!"

Over three hundred demon soldiers charged forward.

What greeted them was a brutal staff strike.

Overwhelming Power!

Heaven-Splitting Sword Art!

Deathly Radiance!

With the three skills activated, Qiyuan turned ruthless, becoming a reaper from hell.

Blood-red robes, paired with a blood-red staff.

With one blow, four or five demon soldiers were sent flying, their bodies shattered, dead beyond death.

Qiyuan's combat skills and battle awareness were terrifying—or rather, fighting had become his instinct.

He charged into the midst of three hundred demon soldiers as if entering an empty land.

With every staff strike, a demon soldier fell.

"Too strong!" Zhou Yuan trembled all over.

The strategist's eyes also showed a strange expression: "If he enters the Martial Elite Realm, who can stop him?"

At that moment, Peacock soared in the air, emitting a green glow from her body, utterly enraged.

"If you have the skill, take my attack!"

She was furious and humiliated.

Because it was the first time she had encountered such an enemy.

Qiyuan was extremely slippery among the demon soldiers.

Her attacks simply could not hit Qiyuan.

She also found it hard to strike, because she might not only miss Qiyuan but also kill her own demon soldiers!

She had power but could not use it!

Otherwise, with her Demon Elite level strength, she was confident she could tear that despicable man below into pieces.

"Aaaah!"

At this moment, she could no longer endure.

A surge of powerful Blood Martial Qi erupted at this instant.

The feathers on her back transformed into a green sword curtain, madly shooting toward Qiyuan's location.

"Too slow."

Qiyuan, like a swimming dragon on the battlefield, glanced lightly at Peacock, then turned his body like a green dragon, crossing the battlefield and charging to another direction.

The green sword curtain landed with a "swish swish," directly killing five pitiful demon soldiers.

Seeing this, Peacock's eyes nearly split with rage.

"If you have the skill, don't dodge—fight me head-on!" Peacock roared.

She was furious and also regretful.

Originally worried that Qiyuan had other trump cards, she had sent demon soldiers to surround him while she seized the chance to kill him.

But who knew Qiyuan was too fast, too agile.

Now, she was instead restricted.

If this continued, she could eventually wear Qiyuan down, but her demon soldiers would suffer heavy losses.

Now, she could not even order the demon soldiers to retreat.

Because Qiyuan clung to them like a bone-gnawing maggot, sticking close to the demon soldiers.

As for threatening the one playing the suona?

She didn't even think about it.

How could such a strong person be threatened like that?

Of course, even if she fled the battlefield to find Huo Mushi, it would not go as she wished.

Because, from the moment Qiyuan set foot here,

this entire area, centered on him, had become a cage from which there was no escape.

On the battlefield, Qiyuan's figure paused at this moment, and the blood-colored wooden staff in his hand smashed an old ape to death.

He looked at Peacock in the sky, a smile in his eyes: "An ordinary person would not fall for your provocation.

But I am different. What I love most is to give my enemy hope, and then... crush that hope."

With Qiyuan's words, he stepped on the tusk of a boar demon, snapping it directly.

Using the recoil force, he leaped into the sky.

A joyful expression appeared on Peacock's face: "Today, I will show you the gap between the Demon Elite Realm and the Jade Blood Realm!"

Peacock roared.

At this moment, her ultimate move was rapidly charging.

Once it was ready and struck Qiyuan, he would surely die!

That was her thought.

But then, the smile on her face froze.

Suddenly, an extremely fast flash of light passed.

She had no reaction at all.

A feeling of fullness and tearing suddenly came from her mouth.

Before she realized what it was, a voice reached her ears.

"Next time, don't open your mouth so wide when you speak... See, such a thick staff has been stuffed in!"

Qiyuan, holding the wooden staff, thrust it fiercely.

The staff went down her throat, straight into Peacock's stomach.

"Ah!" Peacock roared, but could not make a clear sound.

Her heart was filled with immense fury.

Her ultimate move had not yet been completed!

If it had been completed, the enemy would have been dead for sure.

But now, pierced through by the staff, she had lost all ability to resist, like a small yellow croaker on a skewer.

She was furious, and also filled with regret.

“Too weak… in my eyes, you’re no different from those demon soldiers.

No, there’s a difference—you have a bit more demon blood in you.”

With a wave of Qi Yuan’s hand, the demon blood within the Peacock slowly began to peel away.

The Peacock’s eyes bulged wide, his spirit and vitality fading: “If not for your sneak attack, you… today… would surely die!”

“How ridiculous,” Qi Yuan said with a smile. “Since you’ve provided me with so much demon blood, I won’t shatter your illusions. Let you die with regrets.”

Even if the Peacock unleashed his ultimate move, Qi Yuan could suppress him with ease.

He pressed his hand downward, and the great general of this demon camp fell in that instant.

The demon soldiers on the field looked on, their expressions either terrified or cowed.

For the first time, Zhou Yuan felt a chill of fear in his heart.

Gazing at these demon soldiers, Qi Yuan sighed from the sky: “If only I had an emotion-points system—they’d be shocked every day, and I’d rake it in!”

With that, Qi Yuan landed, and the wooden club in his hand slammed down hard, sending seven or eight more demons to their deaths.

At this point, the strategist could no longer sit still: “Go, we must go now!”

The strategist bellowed and fled at once.

Zhou Yuan, seeing this, didn’t hesitate either and ran outward.

As for the demon soldiers, their courage had long been shattered.

If even a great general like the Peacock had died, what could they possibly use to resist?

But soon, the strategist’s expression froze.

“What is this?”

He suddenly discovered a barrier ahead, blocking his escape.

He immediately unleashed his full power to strike the barrier, but it remained unmoved.

Qi Yuan watched the fleeing demon soldiers, his expression calm: “From the moment I stepped into this valley, it was destined that you could only be substitutes for my moonlight!

Pity, my heart is ruthless—I won’t pray to the heavens: ‘Revive, my moonlight!’”

As his words fell, Qi Yuan charged into the demon soldiers like a demon god.

The sounds of slaughter, weeping, and pleas for mercy merged into one.

Not a single demon could withstand even one blow from Qi Yuan.

Zhou Yuan roared and charged at Qi Yuan, his soul energy surging wildly, and in an instant, he stepped into the Martial Elite realm.

“I’ve given you this body—help me survive this!”

“Ahhh, can’t we just not fight? Please, I beg you—this kid looks kind of strong.”

“No, it’s either you or me!”

At that moment, he fully surrendered his body to the remnant soul dwelling within him.

But that remnant soul, which had once so desperately craved control of this body, now trembled in fear. It let out a ghostly shriek and, like a reluctant duck forced onto a perch, fled to the underworld for reincarnation.

Today’s suona was especially lively.

Three hundred demon soldiers all fell as souls beneath the club.

Finally, the strategist looked at Qi Yuan in the distance, clad in bloodstained robes like a demon god, and said with a desolate expression: “If the court had had a hero like you earlier, why would it have been forced to flee south?”

With those words, the strategist bowed his head and died.

Qi Yuan, gripping his wooden club, gazed at the corpse: “Your courage was too small. With me here, fleeing south wouldn’t even be a consideration?

What should be considered is ascension.”

Qi Yuan looked at the valley, now a ruin, his expression calm, with no trace of joy.

After all, this level of monster-slaying was truly nothing.

“Indeed, monster-slaying games are the best. Detective work, uncovering truths—too boring.”

Qi Yuan sighed.

With a wave of his hand, nearly three thousand units of demon blood entered his account.

Not far away, Huo Mushi’s face was flushed red, and he was panting heavily. Well, from blowing the suona.

Anyone who came upon this scene would think he was the one slaying demons, and Qi Yuan the one playing the suona.

“My lord… you truly are a war god!” Huo Mushi couldn’t help but say.

These three hundred demon soldiers, along with the great general Peacock, could have butchered the entire town of Zhenyang.

At this moment, his heart was both thrilled and anxious.

Qi Yuan was too powerful.

Having pulled off such a massive deed this time,

the demon chieftain of Shu Demon Mountain would surely be unable to sit still. He would dispatch all his demon soldiers and personally lead the charge to eliminate Lord Qi.

What awaited them would likely be a great escape!

His mind was a jumble of excitement and chaos.

Qi Yuan looked at Huo Mushi, his expression indifferent: “Can you still blow?”

“Huh?” Huo Mushi was stunned, unsure what Lord Qi meant.

Did “blow” mean playing the suona, or something else?

“I feel this dream club has a great feel to it, so… why not today? Let’s go slaughter the demon camp.”

Qi Yuan said casually.

“Huh??” Huo Mushi’s eyes bulged, thinking he had misheard. “Now… go slaughter the demon camp?”

Shouldn’t they be fleeing first, engaging in a desperate escape?

Charge straight in?

Was he joking?

“Yes, but it’s a bit tricky. Can you still blow the suona? What if I’m in the middle of enjoying the slaughter and you can’t keep up?” Qi Yuan looked at Huo Mushi, his expression troubled.

Huo Mushi’s heart pounded.

He looked at Qi Yuan, whose clothes were drenched in blood, and finally nodded firmly: “I can still blow!”

“Then let’s go… wipe out Shu Demon Mountain… to the last.”

Qi Yuan gripped his wooden club, a faint smile on his face.

“Yes!” Huo Mushi’s expression was resolute.

No matter the outcome, he had to follow in this battle.

As moonlight descended over the mountains, two figures—one large, one small—cast long shadows behind them.

The wind whipped the blood-red robes, making them crackle loudly.

From within the demon camp, a thunderous shout rang out: “Who goes there!”

At that moment, Huo Mushi raised his suona, his expression grave, facing death as if returning home.

Today… even if he fell in battle here, his name would surely be recorded in history.

Ahead, that blood-red figure wore a cold expression, yet his voice was exceedingly gentle: “Little bride, we share the same cloak!”

The figure before them, like a war god incarnate, now seemed to tower higher.

Blood-red armor covered every inch, encasing his tall, stalwart frame completely; the crimson barbs on his shoulders seemed to flow with blood, eerily chilling.

He was like a demon god emerging from the underworld, advancing in silence.

The mountains and rivers trembled at that moment.

Those blood-red eyes glowed with an eerie, demonic light.

“Kill!”

Tonight was destined to be a night of bloodshed.

Tonight, many demons were fated never to see tomorrow’s sun.

Three thousand demon soldiers… was that many?

The massive blood-red body crashed into the demon camp.

Slaughter… had begun.

…

Zhenyang City.

On the city wall, Yang Guang’s face bore a worried expression: “Zhou Yuan is missing.”

“Ah?” An Qiao was startled, then caught the scent of conspiracy, “He wouldn’t go looking for trouble with Mr. Qi, would he?”

Yang Guang’s worry deepened: “If I recall correctly, he has an item that can pinpoint the exact location of those nearby.

If…”

Zhou Yuan was the most unpredictable of men, capable of anything.

Even allying with the demons was not beyond possibility.

“Given Mr. Qi’s strength, if he refuses to engage and keeps fleeing, unless all three thousand demon soldiers are deployed, they can’t stop him.

We need to hurry and complete the mission, to take Mr. Qi away!” An Qiao said earnestly.

As long as the mission was done and they saw Qi Yuan, they could leave at any time.

As for the demon soldiers in the camp, even if surrounded, they could escape with ease.

Yang Guang nodded, agreeing with An Qiao, but as he looked at the child soldiers and old men on the wall, his expression grew somber: “A pity—even if we finish the mission, it does little good for the people of Zhenyang City. Those demon soldiers…”

His words were bleak, his voice helpless.

After they left, the people of this city would still suffer the demons’ rampage.

The inhabitants of this city were like fattened pigs.

An Qiao’s expression shifted.

This time, when they returned with the demon beasts’ corpses, the soldiers’ reactions had deeply moved her.

Especially the county magistrate, who came forward in person to apologize.

She knew he still hadn’t given up, hoping to gain help from the Imperial Demon-Suppression Bureau.

But… they were not from that bureau, and they could not intervene to aid the humans of this world.

“At dawn tomorrow, we’ll leave. Finish the mission… and go,” Yang Guang said. “Before we go, let’s kill a few more demons, as a small deed for them.”

…

“Master, ahead lies Windflower Cave!” Huo Mushi gazed cautiously at the man before him, his eyes full of awe.

The scene from last night was still etched deeply in his mind.

This man was like a god descending to earth.

Alone, he had charged into the military camp.

Surrounded by three thousand demon soldiers, he grew stronger with each kill, like an undefeated god of death.

All three thousand demon soldiers died by his hand.

Not one could even flee.

After all, Qi Yuan’s combat skills were too terrifying.

His three abilities—Overwhelming Might, Heaven-Splitting Sword Art, and Deathly Radiance—were far too overpowered.

Especially Deathly Radiance, which was essentially infinite health regeneration, and the lower his health, the stronger he became.

Among those three thousand demon soldiers, none were even a single realm above Qi Yuan; he only needed to kill, kill, kill.

The Devouring Origin of the Starving Mother also let Qi Yuan continuously improve himself in battle.

It could be said that the more he killed, the stronger he grew.

In the midst of slaughter, Qi Yuan understood the true way to play this game.

The truth… what was that?

It was simply to kill, kill, kill.

So he came to Windflower Cave—not to complete the mission.

But to… take the mission target away.

Otherwise… if someone else finished the mission, wouldn’t that mean he had to return?

Thus, the best method was to not complete the mission.

Take the mission target… and go kill, kill, kill!

The world was vast—how many demons were there?

Especially in these northern lands, the demon count was in the tens of thousands.

If he could obtain the blood essence of all demons…

His strength… would surely skyrocket!

Of course, this pleased him, but those who came with him on the mission would likely curse him out.

At that moment, Qi Yuan gazed at Windflower Cave ahead, a gleam of excitement in his eyes: “Seal their mouths! Shroud their forms!”

He instantly cast a spell, binding the two auras he sensed within the cave.

Yes, mouths shut, bodies hidden.

Hearing no sound, seeing no one…

Then he wouldn’t have learned the truth or found the target, would he?

Suddenly, the one human and one demon in the Wind Flower Cave showed expressions of fear and shock.

They struggled incessantly, but to no avail.

At that moment, footsteps were heard.

"Hmm, it is indeed the two of them. Alright, I'll take them to wander the world.

Little Mushi, will you return to Zhenyang City, or follow me and play the suona for me?

Let me be frank: I'm short on money now, so I won't pay you a salary." The eyes' information confirmed that the two wrapped in black cloth were the ones he sought.

Qi Yuan also stopped thinking.

Otherwise, if he thought through the truth and completed the task, that would be bad.

Huo Mushi heard Qi Yuan's words, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes: "I am willing to follow you, sir!"

(End of this chapter)