A demonic blood claw, surging with dense devilish qi, reached toward the blood fruit.

Wang Yu sneered inwardly.

Truly insane. Did no one tell him that this Corrosion Yin Hall was arranged by a Spirit Transformation venerable? It seemed that although the Blood Pavilion disciples were all supreme grade Blood Spiritual Roots, there were even more idiots among them.

Like a concentration camp for spoiled trash.

People like Zhuo Shouyun were, in the end, still a minority.

“Ah ah ah.

“How could this be… Zhuo Shouyun, you will die a miserable death.”

Hmm?

Hearing the familiar name, Wang Yu suddenly turned his head. As his eyes swept over, they locked onto a figure. The current Zhuo Shouyun looked rather bedraggled, with not a single subordinate left by his side.

Only a few Blood Pavilion disciples remained near him.

This reckless fool, who had rashly attempted to break through the arrangements of a Spirit Transformation cultivator, was clearly someone who had been deceived by him.

A mass of blood flames abruptly ignited, and the man instantly turned to flying ash.

His soul was scattered and annihilated.

Everyone felt their throats go dry. They all retreated from Zhuo Shouyun’s position, and those few Blood Pavilion disciples also looked at him in shock and doubt, trying to back away.

But it was already too late. It was as if their necks were being squeezed. Their faces flushed red as countless streams of fresh blood burst from their facial orifices.

All of it poured into Zhuo Shouyun’s body, his aura growing even stronger. In contrast, those unlucky fellows turned into dried corpses, even their golden cores reduced to ash.

He devoured them completely.

Zhuo Shouyun had clearly used some kind of secret technique, paying with the lives of others. His aura surged from mid Core Formation straight to peak Core Formation.

Blood qi overflowed from his mouth and nose as he suddenly lunged toward Wang Yu.

“Truly insane.”

Deciding the outcome with him here did not match Zhuo Shouyun’s usual style of action at all. With his intelligence, he should not have done something like this.

Even if all his subordinates had died, he should not have stepped in personally.

Wang Yu felt that something was off.

Boom.

At that moment, Zhuo Shouyun’s claw struck a thin layer of blood colored barrier. Wang Yu stood quietly, without the slightest intention of moving.

The blood claws struck again and again, thunderous booms erupting nonstop, yet they caused no damage at all.

The situation was clearly wrong.

Someone suddenly cried out.

“This is the protection of the Blood Slaughter Stone Stele. But has this person not already withdrawn from the stone stele trial? Why does he still have this layer of protection?”

No one present was foolish.

Their gazes immediately turned toward the Luo Sheng Blood Fruit within the blood colored pillar of light. This treasure seemed to be replenishing something, floating within it for a long time.

Now it was drifting out, slowly flying toward Wang Yu.

“So that is it.”

“It was you who passed the ninth trial of the stone stele.”

In an instant, Wang Yu became the target of all arrows. This was a fourth rank divine sense type spirit medicine. On top of its inherent preciousness, it was even rarer.

It was enough to serve as the main ingredient of a fourth rank spirit pill.

Wang Yu needed it to help himself break through to the fourth rank divine sense realm, so naturally he would not wait until his alchemy skill advanced before acting.

Although the situation had changed, Wang Yu was not particularly anxious.

Instead, he frowned as he looked at Zhuo Shouyun. By all logic, this man should have retreated long ago. He was someone adept at making use of every bit of strength around him.

Why did he seem to have lost his reason?

Were those old monsters really this excessive? Wang Yu swept with his divine sense and indeed discovered a familiar figure within the crowd. It was Xie Xie’an.

His strength had advanced rapidly, and his aura had also subtly changed.

His concealment method was such that if Wang Yu had not carefully searched, he might not even have discovered him.

As time passed.

The Luo Sheng Blood Fruit finally landed in Wang Yu’s hand. With a flip of his palm, he stored it into the Sea Heart Ring. There was no time to inspect it, because immediately afterward, countless techniques came crashing down.

It was as if they intended to blow the entire Blood Slaughter Hall apart.

Already prepared, Wang Yu instantly transformed into hundreds and thousands of figures, charging in all directions.

The ground, the walls, the ceiling were all filled with Wang Yu.

Among the cultivators were no lack of capable individuals. At the entrance of the Blood Slaughter Hall, a restriction light curtain suddenly rose, actually attempting to seal everyone inside.

If this succeeded.

Of the more than three hundred people in the hall, their brains would likely be smashed out. At most only a dozen would survive.

Roar.

Suddenly, a corpse roar resounded.

A zombie over ten feet tall, covered in black scales, suddenly leapt in front of Wang Yu’s true body. Its corpse claws swept over, and Wang Yu kicked it away. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

The collision of fierce brute force resulted in neither side gaining the upper hand.

A thunderous explosion followed as both were forced to retreat.

“Jiang Mingxin?”

This corpse was none other than the Corpse Champion raised during the Corpse Fighting Tournament. It was known as the Zombie King, possessing peerless divine strength and a diamond indestructible body, not inferior in the slightest to a pure Body Refining Cultivator.

But this corpse was only at mid third rank.

Wang Yu snorted coldly. The Demonic Dragon Fist circulated as he swung his hand, striking out a Nether Demonic Dragon formed from qi and blood. Its thousand meter body descended like a god or demon.

Not only did it blow half of the Corpse Champion apart, it also implicated a circle of nearby cultivators. The weaker ones were instantly misted on the spot.

Jiang Mingxin’s life bound corpse was heavily injured. He violently spat out a mouthful of blood, and a black lotus lamp floated out from his chest, quickly retracting the Corpse Champion.

Though heartbroken, he had still achieved his goal.

Wang Yu’s true body was now locked onto by everyone.

In the blink of an eye.

Five element divine abilities of all kinds poured in simultaneously. Even with the protection of the Evil Demonic Dragon Armor, Wang Yu was blasted flying, smashing headfirst into the hall wall, his entire body wracked with pain.

It was not that the dragon armor was ineffective, but that the attacks were too many and exceeded its limit.

Yan Ling, who had not made a move at all, turned cold in expression.

“Have you gone mad, Jiang Mingxin? That is my friend, Yan Ling’s friend.”

“So what… the principle of possessing a treasure bringing guilt needs no explanation. Even if you and I do not act, he will not survive.”

Yan Ling snorted coldly.

“Once you act, it becomes a feud. The meaning is completely different. Do not blame me for cutting ties with you.”

Jiang Mingxin widened his eyes and said in disbelief.

“Yan Ling, are you serious?

“You are willing to give up that matter for him?”

“For him? No. It is for myself. I hope you take care of yourself.”

With that, she moved against the flow.

She actually withdrew from the encirclement and hid in a corner of the hall, clearly unwilling to interfere.

Jiang Mingxin was furious. He looked around again.

Zhou Lingjun, Lu Jue, Yan Tianxing, Yin Jiuge, counting one by one, had all retreated to corners as well, propping up defenses with their techniques, unwilling to interfere.

A sense of unease rose in his heart, as if he had overlooked some crucial information. His heartbeat suddenly quickened.

He then looked again toward the center as the smoke and dust dispersed.

Wang Yu fell from the hall wall. Through the face armor, only a pair of crimson eyes could be seen, filled with terrifying killing intent.

Blood mist rolled violently, so thick it became almost solid.

Killing intent wrapped around his body, turning Wang Yu into a humanoid blood beast on all fours.

Asura Killing Heart activated.

In this state, Wang Yu’s rationality sank into the lake of his heart.

It was like watching a film, voluntarily relinquishing control of his body and instead allowing the most primitive instinct of slaughter to take over.

A frenzy of slaughter driven by extreme bestial instinct erupted like a volcano, stirring up a storm of blood and carnage. The most terrifying part was that in the Asura Killing Heart state.

Every movement Wang Yu made was concise and efficient.

All of his divine abilities and techniques were used as naturally as breathing, without the slightest delay. Every action and every result pursued only one thing, the ultimate efficiency of killing.

Whoosh.

Blood shadows and aurora light intertwined as Wang Yu plunged into the crowd.

Each claw strike and each kick took away the fragile life of a cultivator. Someone roared in anger, raising a cauldron type artifact to defend, only to be sent flying by a single claw from Wang Yu.

The Yellow Springs Demonic Sword weaved through the chaos, precisely harvesting those cultivators whose minds had been shaken or even shattered.

A bloody killing intent mist enveloped the hall, growing thicker as the slaughter continued. Deep within this eerie field, everyone’s condition declined noticeably and in unison.

“Quick, he is over here, bombard him to death.”

A cultivator shouted, and those around him responded immediately. Another round of divine techniques erupted in wild barrages, with no regard for the lives of fellow disciples, attempting to annihilate everyone including Wang Yu.

Utter madness.

The Direct Disciples of the various peaks seemed to have anticipated such chaos long ago. Fear lingered on their faces.

At a time like this, timing was everything. A single misstep would turn one into the target of a joint siege. Even with their confidence, none of them believed they could survive after becoming enemies of everyone present.

This was the real reason they had retreated at the very beginning.

Although Wang Yu appeared to have killed many people, the vast majority were actually slain by the indiscriminate divine techniques flying everywhere. Those who truly died by his hand accounted for no more than one or two out of ten.

In the Blood Slaughter Hall, there were also many who took advantage of the chaos to fish in muddy waters and seek revenge.

Some knew they could not seize the Luo Sheng Blood Fruit, or even if they did, they could not keep it. They simply turned their blades on old enemies.

In the end, the blame could all be pushed onto Wang Yu, avoiding irreparable conflicts involving the families behind them.

And so.

A series of absurd and ridiculous backstabbing scenes unfolded.

Puchi.

“Cough, cough. Brother Zhao, why did you strike me.”

“Hahaha, Zhao Li, do you still remember An’er. Now is the time to repay blood with blood.”

“Xiong Linxue, die.”

“Damn you, surnamed Wang. I have no grudge with you. Why are you doing this.”

“Hehehe.

“That jade gourd on your body has a fated connection with me, fellow daoist. Why not lend it to me. I will also use your heart’s blood to rinse it, so it will not be too filthy.”

Chaos was both a ladder and a path to death.

The number of casualties was beyond count.

Although Wang Yu was in the Asura Killing Heart state, his consciousness remained extremely clear as he watched all of this unfold, utterly indifferent.

After his Mind Dao broke through to the Empty Self Realm.

He could awaken from an out of control state at any time. There was no need to rush. Instead, he could learn from it an instinctive killing method that was primitive yet focused on efficiency.

This combat instinct was what Wang Yu called the Asura Combat Method.

In legend, Asura were slaughterer born beings that emerged from seas of blood, possessing some of the greatest combat methods between heaven and earth. Their killing efficiency ranked among the very top of all living beings.

Stealing from one’s own teacher was not shameful.

It was simply learning from nature.

At the dome of the Blood Slaughter Hall, a recording stone faithfully documented everything that was happening.

The blood beast phantom that Wang Yu had transformed into flickered ceaselessly.

The smell of blood gradually filled the air completely. Severed limbs were everywhere. A round golden core rolled to Zhuo Shouyun’s feet. He picked it up in a daze.

A look of struggle flashed across his face, yet his body charged toward Wang Yu without hesitation.

“Again.”

Boom.

With a thunderous crash, the two blood beasts rolled into a tangled mass. Wang Yu’s blood claws danced, carving wound after wound into his opponent, only for them to heal in an instant.

Zhuo Shouyun’s sharp claws struck Wang Yu’s body, producing repeated booming sounds. Most of the force was absorbed by the Demon Dragon Armor.

The remaining force seeped into his body, yet it was still unable to affect Wang Yu’s powerful flesh.

In this savage clash.

Zhuo Shouyun was at an absolute disadvantage. After just a few exchanges, the Yellow Springs Demonic Sword suddenly slashed out, splitting Zhuo Shouyun in two. His body instantly turned into blood and splattered across the ground.

His Blood Dao Golden Core fled more than ten zhang away, continuously spilling blood as it reconstructed his body.

Wang Yu immediately withdrew from the Asura Killing Heart state.

Just as he was about to summon the Glazed Iceheart Pagoda to capture it, a ghostly shadow suddenly rushed out from the side, wrapped around Zhuo Shouyun, and fled toward the hall entrance.

Unexpectedly, a bell chime rang out abruptly.

Everyone in the Blood Slaughter Hall froze simultaneously.

After several breaths, they returned to normal. They all distanced themselves from the center of the battlefield, pressing close to the hall walls and watching those around them with vigilance.

The bloody meat grinder came to an instant halt.

Because Wang Yu’s divine sense was strong, he recovered more quickly. He realized that the ghostly shadow was Xie Xie’an. What he had taken away was most likely the Rakshasa Heavenly Demon Bell.

It was quite a coincidence.

When Wang Yu recovered, he happened to see Xie Xie’an pass through the restriction light curtain at the hall entrance. Did this mean the restriction had been set by him.

Not necessarily.

Although he had been immersed in slaughter earlier, Wang Yu had still paid attention to the entrance. He had noticed several direct disciples sneak over, trying to undo the restriction that blocked everyone inside.

Without exception, all of them failed.

It was very possible that the door had been locked by some old monster watching from the shadows.

Thinking of this.

Even Wang Yu could not help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Damn it. He had been made to take the blame. Feeling the emptiness in his body and the wounds bleeding everywhere.

He quickly swallowed supreme grade mana pills and healing pills.

The Yin Blood secret power accumulated within his body continued to take effect, and his injuries recovered rapidly.

Seeing that everyone had calmed down.

Wang Yu’s gaze fixed on Jiang Mingxin. As he avoided his eyes, he turned instead to the pale faced Zhuo Shouyun, who had already rebuilt his body using Blood Dao divine techniques.

The look of struggle on his face grew even stronger.

With a flip of his palm, a blood patterned release dispelling talisman appeared in Wang Yu’s hand. It shot toward Zhuo Shouyun. It was the same talisman that had fallen from the sky earlier during his conversation with Yan Ling.

With Zhuo Shouyun’s intelligence, and after experiencing all of this.

He should have already sensed that something was off.

Especially now that he had lost the fifth rank spirit treasure, the Rakshasa Heavenly Demon Bell. Whether he chose to give up or continue pursuing, Wang Yu could infer some of his thoughts from that decision.

As for using the dispelling talisman to help him, keeping it served no purpose. It would disappear sooner or later as the Nascent Soul level power dissipated, since it was only a temporary talisman.

Besides that, Wang Yu needed Zhuo Shouyun to do him a favor.

This kind of strange tacit understanding was something he believed Zhuo Shouyun could comprehend.

As the talisman took effect, Zhuo Shouyun collapsed to the ground with a thud. When he met Wang Yu’s gaze, his expression was extremely ugly, his features nearly twisted together.

He opened his mouth, only to see Wang Yu toss over a recording stone. No matter how unwilling he was, he still reached out and took it.

Immediately after, he saw Wang Yu point upward.

There was clearly nothing there, yet he understood the meaning.

Looking again around the Blood Slaughter Hall, out of the original three hundred plus people, only a little over one hundred remained. It was horrifying.

Those who could reach the sixth hall.

Most of them had extraordinary backing. They were talented juniors of various factions, family lineages, master disciple lines, and even grassroots geniuses who had married into families early.

So many were gone in one stroke. How was he supposed to explain this.

Wang Yu, meanwhile, maintained a dominant posture. Seeing that no one dared to make another move, his figure flickered and turned into a streak of aurora light, swiftly rushing out of the Blood Slaughter Hall.

He would not challenge the remaining three halls. He planned to return along the path he came from.