The Beginning of Slaughter

"Slaughter! Go and slaughter! You need to feel the slaughter, you need to taste the blood."

The voice rang out again, this time inciting Xuan Ye to commit murder.

"Yes! I love killing, I need killing, I would feel terrible if I didn't see blood."

Xuan Ye obeyed the voice in his mind, his face showing a look of longing, a look of craving for blood.

"Haha! Go! Follow your heart and begin the slaughter!"

"Those ordinary people are just wasting food and resources in this world. Go and slaughter them! Kill all those useless people. They don't deserve to live in this world. Only the strong deserve to live."

"Yes! These trash don't deserve to live. Only the strong deserve to live in this world. I'm going to kill them all."

Upon hearing the voice in his mind, Xuan Ye's eyes became even more alluring, those blood-red eyes inspiring fear in those who beheld them.

"Haha! Slaughter! Slaughter! Slaughter! I want to kill, I want to kill."

Finally, Xuan Ye's mind completely fell asleep, but another thought, hidden deep within, emerged—a twisted and perverse personality driven by an intense craving for killing and blood.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Xuan Ye kept muttering to himself, his eyes darting around, his face completely distorted, a twisted smile and a grotesque laugh that were terrifying to behold.

"Roar!"

The White Tiger Phantom behind him roared once more, seemingly urging Xuan Ye to act.

The roar was earth-shattering, and everyone in the town where Xuan Ye was located heard it. People on the street stopped in their tracks, looking in the direction from which the sound came with a hint of doubt on their faces.

"My God! What is that? Why is there a white tiger there, and it's so big?"

One of the town's original residents, looking at the enormous White Tiger behind Xuan Ye, gasped and exclaimed in surprise.

Other ordinary civilians also saw it, and fear appeared on their faces as they retreated step by step. Finally, the people in the street began to riot.

They were afraid. They were afraid that the huge tiger would come over and eat them.

However, the White Tiger Phantom was still far away from them, so no one was too panicked; they were just trembling a little.

Xuan Ye was still in the courtyard, but he had already started moving and was heading towards the outside of the courtyard.

If the people on the distant street were somewhat fearful, then the people in the casino in front of this courtyard were the most terrified. They were closest to the phantom of the white giant tiger, so their fear was the greatest.

However, none of them ran away. It wasn't that they didn't want to run or escape, but rather that under the oppressive force of that terrifying aura, even moving was extremely difficult for them, let alone escaping.

Xuan Ye's movement speed wasn't fast, but for those people without any power, it was still extremely fast.

Slowly, slowly, Xuan Ye arrived at the casino. Because it was a casino, it was often crowded with people, and today was no exception, with a large number of people gathered there as well.

"Heh! Heh! Heh! Slaughter! Slaughter! Slaughter! Slaughter! Slaughter!"

Xuan Ye was immediately excited when he saw the scene before him. There were so many people in this casino, and they all appeared in Xuan Ye's sight at once.

"With so many people here, it seems we can have a good slaughter now!" Xuan Ye murmured to himself.

"Xuan, Brother Xuan Ye! It's you!"

The Casino Boss was also in the casino. He was initially terrified, afraid that he would die and be killed by the giant tiger. However, when he saw the giant tiger behind Xuan Ye, he guessed that the white tiger must be related to him, so his fear dissipated.

"Young Brother Xuan Ye, is there something you need that you've suddenly come out for?"

The middle-aged owner of the casino smiled kindly and asked about Xuan Ye's location.

"What?! The boss knows this guy! He scared me for so long. Okay, everyone, let's continue, let's keep playing."

A gambler in the casino watched the conversation between the casino owner and the kid in front of him. The fear deep in his heart vanished instantly, and he even showed an indifferent expression as he spoke to the other gamblers nearby.

"Yeah! Yeah! Boss, you know this guy! We were worried sick. Okay, everyone, let's continue playing!"

Another gambler spoke up, and the fear in the hearts of the other gamblers gradually disappeared after hearing this.

"Young brother Xuan Ye, what brings you here? If you have any requests, I'll certainly grant them," the casino owner said readily.

However, they failed to notice one thing: Xuan Ye was no longer the same person as before. He had become a ruthless and terrifying demon.

"Heh! Slaughter! Slaughter! Slaughter!"

Xuan Ye murmured softly, turning his bewitching, blood-red eyes around and licking his lips with his tongue.

Xuan Ye ignored the people in the casino, reached out his right hand and took out a dark black Kunai from the pocket of the white robe. It was sharp and sturdy.

"Call out!"

Without uttering any unnecessary words, Xuan Ye simply raised the sharp Kunai in his hand slightly, a slight smile playing on his lips, and headed towards the person closest to him in the casino.

"Puff!"

The sound of flesh and Kunai rang out, and the man immediately fell to the ground, a stream of bright red blood spurting from his neck.

"Ugh! That feels so good, my whole body feels so relaxed, it's like every pore on my body is trembling, it's so comfortable."

Xuan Ye closed his eyes and savored the taste of blood for a while, but the smile on his lips did not disappear.

A moment later, Xuan Ye opened his eyes. Although the world he saw was still a bewitching blood red, none of that mattered anymore. The most important thing now was killing, killing, killing.

The man killed by Xuan Ye lay in the casino, blood flowing continuously from the wound on his neck. The gambler was not yet completely dead, still clinging to life, but with only a breath left, he was unable to do anything.

He could only let his body fall to the ground helplessly, his mouth slightly open as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't utter a word until he died.