Chapter 132: Frenzied Slaughter (4)

"You... why... did... you do... this?"

A halting voice rang out.

A closer look revealed it was the severed head of the short, stout man, which had rolled to the side.

Right now, his face was covered in blood, and he was glaring fixedly at the slowly approaching Helinta.

The tenacious Life Force of a Martial Arts Family kept him from dying instantly, even after being beheaded, but death was only a matter of time.

Although members of a Martial Arts Family are strong, with extraordinary physiques, even they cannot survive decapitation.

Besides, under these circumstances, even if he could reattach his head, she would never give him the chance.

Now, he just wanted to know why she had attacked them.

The Sealed Wolf Sect and the Shexin Sect had their grievances, but it was nothing more than minor friction.

As Secret Martial Artists of the Martial Arts Family level, they were pillars of the Sealed Wolf Sect, second to none.

To kill a Secret Martial Artist of the Martial Arts Family level was to declare an unending war with the Sealed Wolf Sect.

However, Helinta just watched the scene before her in silence, her face expressionless.

Meanwhile, the saber in her hand was emitting a faint, bloody red glow.

The next second, a black shadow flashed and vanished behind her.

The thin man’s corpse, which had been cut in two, disappeared without a trace. Even a layer of the concrete beneath it was gone.

Seeing this, the pupils of the fat man, now just a severed head, widened in shock.

Despite its speed, he had still seen the thing clearly.

Suddenly, a look of realization flashed across his face.

"Ghh... So that’s it... Haha, you’re done for... To think you’re a..."

PFFT! Before he could finish speaking, the black shadow flashed once more.

The fat man’s headless corpse and his head both disappeared. All that remained was his iron rod, broken in two, which rattled as it rolled across the ground before stopping in a corner.

A trickle of crimson blood suddenly flowed from the corner of Helinta’s mouth.

She licked it away with her tongue. A faint blush crept onto her cheeks, and her aura seemed to strengthen ever so slightly.

The surrounding gray fog continued to churn and swirl, threatening to swallow the bloody scene.

She raised her head, her gaze fixed on the distant pillar of Qi and Blood smoke that shot into the sky.

A dark, bloodthirsty glint flashed in her wine-red eyes before vanishing.

’To think there’s an expert like this in Anshan City? Interesting. Perfect. I’ll use them as fodder for my breakthrough to Qi Dao Grandmaster. That way, Master can descend to this place sooner.’

As she spoke to herself, she took a step forward and her figure vanished into the gray fog.

——————

Not long after Hu Qi released the Qi Blood Smoke from the rooftop, several black shadows appeared within range of his senses.

Their auras were unmistakably those of the Black Blood Species.

However, these Black Blood Species’ auras weren’t strong. They were likely all Blood Slaves.

But these Blood Slaves weren’t all mindless fools driven by greed; they still retained a measure of reason.

Instead of rushing forward rashly, they surrounded the building, staring covetously at Hu Qi’s position with greedy eyes.

Hu Qi remained unfazed, standing his ground.

It wasn’t until several more auras—exceptionally dense ones belonging to the Black Blood Species—appeared in the black fog that Hu Qi finally moved.

’About time. Let’s get this started!’

A savage grin spread across his face.

As he bent his knees slightly, the muscles in his legs bulged beneath his pant legs, coiling like compressed springs.

His once-loose pant legs tore, revealing skin as tough as iron.

BOOM! The next moment, the spot on the rooftop where he’d been standing exploded, leaving a crater.

The family living on the top floor heard the tremendous crash from their living room and huddled in their bedroom, trembling in fear.

After all, the gray fog blanketing the city, the sporadic screams from outside, and the sound of cars exploding were all constant reminders of how unsafe everything was.

For ordinary people, the safest thing to do was to stay inside and wait for the Xia Federation to rescue them.

It was their only option.

Outside.

Propelled by the immense power from his legs, Hu Qi’s body shot forward like a meteor.

He traced an upward arc through the air before crashing down some fifty or sixty meters away at a street intersection.

KABOOM!

The ground trembled violently from the massive impact.

The hard concrete instantly buckled and shattered.

Shards of rock shot out in all directions like shrapnel.

Simultaneously, the compressed air created a violent, white shockwave that radiated outward from Hu Qi, sweeping across the area.

Everything in its path—cars and the surrounding Blood Slaves alike—was sent flying like garbage.

A few unlucky Blood Slaves even had their skulls pierced by the flying debris, dying instantly without so much as a scream.

Seeing this, the surviving Blood Slaves fearfully backed away.

As the dust settled, the scene was revealed.

Hu Qi’s tall, imposing figure came into view.

His shirt was in tatters, revealing a body of sleek, powerful muscles.

His shoes had simply vaporized, gone without a trace.

He stood barefoot in the center of a massive, elliptical crater.

The only clothing left on him was a pair of black shorts.

In the deep pit.

Beneath Hu Qi’s feet.

A figure, so mangled and twisted it was barely recognizable as humanoid, was half-buried in the earth.

One of its monstrous claws was still clamped around Hu Qi’s ankle.

However, the skin on the arm shriveled rapidly like a dried-out grape, until it crumbled into a pile of ashes.

Hu Qi withdrew his Long Saber from the creature’s body. Thin, vein-like tendrils of red flowed along the blade to the hilt, disappearing into his palm.

This was a Lower-Rank Black Blood Species hidden among the many Blood Slaves.

Pathetically, it had been unable to react at all before Hu Qi descended from the sky and stomped it into the ground,

followed by a single stab that ended its life.

A smile touched Hu Qi’s lips as he saw the new Modification Points on his panel and felt the power growing within him.

He then scanned his surroundings, his gaze locking onto a specific spot.

With a move, the rubble at his feet exploded. He became a blur, lunging toward another Lower-Rank Black Blood Species hidden nearby.

...

Meanwhile, on the roof of a two-story building on another street.

Su Xing, who had the appearance of a child, was hidden in the gray fog.

Unlike ordinary people and those Secret Martial Artists, the Black Blood Species were not affected at all while in the gray fog.

After all, to put it bluntly, the gray fog was a manifestation of that being’s Domain. It was only natural that it wouldn’t affect the Black Blood Species.

Like the other Black Blood Species, he too had been drawn here by the enormous pillar of Qi and Blood smoke.

He could see the man on the rooftop, but he made no move. Instead, he lay in wait, patiently observing from the sidelines.

As a Lower-Rank Black Blood Species, he was far more cunning than any human.

’This blood-food is tempting, but if I rush in now, there’s no guarantee I’ll come out on top.’

’After all, my own brother was killed by a Secret Martial Artist—one who was supposed to be just another meal.’