Chapter 640 - Killing Each Other (1/2)

”S-Stop! Let us go! Our Blood Sect will hunt you and your nine generations down if you harm us!” The Blood Sect disciples shouted.

Yuan stopped walking once he was in front of these people, and he took a long and deep breath.

A strong smell of blood and corpses immediately assaulted his nose.

”Haaaa…”

He released a long sigh before speaking, ”You know, I don't blame you for killing people. It's the nature of cultivators, after all. However, if you're going to kill someone, you better have a damn good reason.”

After this sentence, Yuan suddenly lifted the Empyrean Overlord and pointed it at one of the Blood Sect disciples.

”And killing these disciples for your own entertainment is not a good reason… This is why I despise evil sects. You guys are a bunch of boring individuals.”

The Blood Sect disciple being pointed at suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from his throat, but he was too scared of Yuan's cold gaze to move, not to mention the pressure restricting his body, so he wasn't sure what was causing this pain.

However, the other Blood Sect disciples saw it clearly. Yuan was slowly pushing the tip of his sword into their fellow disciple's throat, penetrating the skin on his neck with no resistance like it was tofu.

”Stop! Are you really not afraid of the Blood Sect?! Our fellow disciples will definitely avenge us and hunt you down!” They began shouting.

”Hunt me? Hahaha!” Yuan moved the sword an inch forward, causing blood to flow from the disciple's neck.

He then spoke while continuing to push the sword deeper into the disciple's throat, ”How will the Blood Sect learn of this if I kill all of you? How will you tell them? As a ghost?”

By the time Yuan finished his sentence, the sword was already halfway through the disciple's neck.

Of course, the disciple was already dead at this stage, but Yuan didn't retrieve his sword and continued to push his sword forward until the disciple's head was completely separated from his body.

After decapitating the disciple, Yuan swung his leg, kicking the decapitating head as though it was a ball, shocking everyone there.

The head flew so far that it disappeared into the horizon.

Yuan then turned to look at the rest of the disciples and said with a grin, ”Maybe I should let one of you live so that you can avenge your friends.”

”The question is… which of you will live?”

”Y-You're insane…!” The disciples were in disbelief.

Yuan suddenly lifted the pressure restricting them and said, ”I have an idea. Why don't you fight each other to death? The last one to remain standing will get to live for another day.”

”Fuck you! As if we'd listen to you!”

When the disciples felt the pressure disappear, one of them immediately tried running away.

However, before he could go very far, his body would suddenly stop moving when a hole suddenly appeared in the center of his face.

”W-What happened?!”

The others were shocked to see this. No, it was because they couldn't see what had killed him that shocked them.

When they returned to looking at Yuan, they noticed something new.

There was a beautiful black dagger flying beside him.

”You can try to run, but I highly doubt you'll be faster than my flying dagger,” Yuan said to them in a nonchalant voice.

”If we can't run, we'll just kill you!”