Slaughter Domain Prototype (3)

Dark clouds drifted in from afar, blotting out the sun. The sky gradually dimmed. It looked like a heavy rain was coming.

Ling Qing clenched his fists and took a deep breath. Alone, he had to face more than thirty Soul Masters from the Brute Bear Mercenary Group. He would be lying if he said he was not nervous. The densely packed Soul Rings before him were intimidating in themselves. But he would not be afraid. These people were all mediocre Soul Masters. If he retreated now, Ling Qing would not get far in the future.

The first to charge forward were agility-attack-type Soul Masters. They were the fastest.

"Ha!"

Ling Qing spun into a roundhouse kick, striking the chest of the foremost man and sending him flying several meters away. The man spat out a mouthful of blood.

"First Spirit Skill, Gale Thrust."

At that moment, an agility-attack-type Soul Master from the Brute Bear Mercenary Group unleashed his First Spirit Skill. His speed abruptly surged as he gripped a sharp blade and stabbed at Ling Qing.

Ling Qing flashed aside, evading the attack. At the same time, he seized the man's wrist and swung his entire body up. Fortunately for Ling Qing, this Soul Master became a weapon in his hands. He swung him around repeatedly, knocking down everyone nearby. The man who had become a weapon also passed out.

A beam of white light descended from the sky and landed precisely on Ling Qing. Enveloped by the white light, Ling Qing immediately felt the flow of Soul Power within his body slow, and even his reaction speed dropped slightly.

At the same time, bursts of drumming suddenly rang out across the field. Those people Ling Qing had already knocked unconscious gradually began to wake up.

The injured people also lit up with streaks of light as their wounds continuously healed.

But the drumming soon vanished, and the healing light dissipated into the air.

Ling Qing knew that the support-type Soul Masters had begun to play their part. But with so many people on the field, their Soul Power surely could not sustain healing the injured for long.

"Attack together!"

"Alright!"

"Yah!"

Another five or six people attacked Ling Qing. Soul Power surged through their bodies, but they were not particularly fast. They were probably power-attack-type Soul Masters.

Ling Qing picked up a broadsword they had dropped. He gripped the hilt with both hands, held the blade outward, and raised it level with his chest.

"Dance of Death..."

Ling Qing let out a low shout. His waist exerted force in an instant, driving his entire body into a rapid spin.

The spinning blade slashed directly into the people charging at him. Blood immediately splattered everywhere. The broadsword left a deep wound on every one of them.

However, the broadsword Ling Qing had picked up from the ground was nowhere near as sharp as his Scythe of Severance. Though the wounds looked severe, they were not actually fatal. Of course, that was assuming they stopped the bleeding in time. If they did not, death was their only fate.

Seeing what had happened to those people, no one dared step forward for a moment. They all stood rooted to the spot.

Xiong San was in too much pain from Ling Qing's Fatal Strike. It hurt so badly that even circulating his Soul Power caused him pain. He could only sit on the ground and keep giving orders. Seeing that everyone was standing there without daring to advance, he immediately roared.

"What are you doing?! Get up there! Get the fuck up there! What are you standing around for?!"

However, his roar had no effect at all.

"Fine. From now on, whoever kills him will receive five hundred Gold Soul Coins from me afterward!"

As soon as Xiong San finished speaking, the fear in their eyes instantly disappeared, replaced by endless fervor. They looked at Ling Qing as though he were a walking treasury.

"Ah, none of you bastards better fight me for him!"

A burly man immediately sprang out of the crowd. Like a rhinoceros charging fearlessly ahead, he rushed toward Ling Qing.

Naturally, his action was like a fuse. Everyone who could still stand pounced on Ling Qing.

"Get the hell out of my way! His life is mine!"

"Get him!"

Their momentum was utterly incomparable to the first attack. It was easily ten times stronger.

Sure enough, money was a powerful thing. The power of cash was no lie.

A clap of thunder sounded, and rain began to fall.

Looking at the mass of people before him, Ling Qing finally summoned his Scythe of Severance.

You brought this upon yourselves.

"Slaughter All Sides!"

Ling Qing raised the Scythe of Severance above his head and began spinning at high speed. At the same time, the First Soul Ring beneath his feet flashed continuously. Rings of dark green blade light shot from the scythe's edge, rapidly flying in every direction.

He did not hold back. His First Spirit Skill was at full power.

Faced with Ling Qing's counterattack, those people blinded by greed did not dodge. They actually used their bodies to take the attacks head-on.

But the Severance attribute of Ling Qing's First Spirit Skill could even cleave through iron, let alone their flesh-and-blood bodies.

Without any suspense, every ring of dark green blade light silently entered their bodies before continuing onward toward the next person. Perhaps one lucky fellow would have the power of a blade light completely dissipate just as it reached him, but then another blade light came...

And the bodies of those struck by the Scythe of Severance were all...

Cut in two!

Blood erupted from the clean cuts, dyeing the earth red. Multicolored organs spilled across the ground. One person was struck in the head by Ling Qing's attack, and his fate was even more miserable.

The dark green blade light sheared off the top of his skull, and white brain matter flowed all over the ground.

At this moment, Ling Qing was a cold, merciless executioner, continuously reaping every life. Even those who turned to flee could not escape the blade lights streaking past at extreme speed.

Why...

Can't my legs move...

So...

I've been cut in half.

The fervor in their eyes was gone, replaced by endless regret. If they had known...

They would never have become Soul Masters.

A few seconds later, Ling Qing stopped. No one was left standing around him. He raised his head and looked at the sky, allowing the rain to strike his face.

The rain was heavy, incredibly heavy. Yet no matter how hard it rained, it could not wash away the thick stench of blood. Nor could it wash away the bloodlust in Ling Qing's heart.

The blood on the ground merged with the flowing rainwater and traveled into the distance with it. The bloody stench spread outward without end.

There was enough blood to dye this entire town red.