I Am Your Grim Reaper!

The Sun Brothers all drew their sharp longswords.

The gleaming sword light was especially blinding.

As Sun Yi charged first, the others behind him brandished their weapons and rushed forward.

Everything was proceeding according to plan!

Seeing this, Zhao Chen's face broke into a brilliant smile.

"You're all in quite a hurry."

The Asura Sword in his hand flashed with a streak of blood-red sword light.

"Don't rush. Everyone will get their share!"

Then, a thunderous explosion rang out beneath his feet.

The Sun Brothers, charging at the front, were startled by Zhao Chen's terrifying burst of speed.

But as they charged toward one another, they had no time to think of anything else. They could only kill Zhao Chen as he came at them!

"You're courting death!"

Sun Yi fiercely unleashed the full strength of his peak Second-Level Spirit Body cultivation. His sharp longsword slashed decisively toward Zhao Chen.

Sun Er and Sun Jiu behind him moved as one, decisively sealing off the places Zhao Chen might dodge to, compressing his room to move.

But they had no idea that Zhao Chen had no need to dodge at all!

"Hmph!"

Zhao Chen snorted coldly, and the blood-red sword light bloomed in an instant.

One strike, two strikes, three strikes!

As three flashes of sword light flickered, they had already passed one another.

Zhao Chen stood with his sword in hand. Several drops of bright red blood dripped from the tip of the Asura Sword.

Behind him, the Sun Brothers collapsed to the ground one after another.

The longswords in each of their hands snapped in response, scattered across the ground at odd angles.

"What? They're dead!?"

"Impossible! Three peak Second-Level Spirit Bodies could even fight a Third-Level Spirit Body together."

"How could they die in an instant!?"

"Even their longswords broke."

"That's unbelievable. Is this the legendary pretending to be weak before crushing the strong?"

Many people were stunned, and even their charging speed was affected.

However, from the moment they began charging at Zhao Chen, they could no longer stop.

Those at the front might have seen what happened.

But those at the back had no idea.

As a result, the people in front became fearful and wanted to retreat, but they could not stop. They were shoved onward by the people behind them.

"That makes three. You're next!"

A cruel smile appeared on Zhao Chen's face. An overwhelming Killing Intent radiated from him, and his entire body seemed like an incomparably sharp blood sword, ready to drink deeply of blood the next moment!

The Nine Heavens Thunderclap Steps were unleashed at full force.

At the same time, he used the Flame Cloud Swordplay.

A streak of blazing crimson flame flared across the Asura Sword.

"Kill!"

Zhao Chen had already turned into a shadow, constantly weaving through the crowd.

Every flash of sword light was accompanied by a scream.

Blood sprayed without end.

As large numbers of people died, their blood eventually formed a thick layer over the snowy ground.

The heavy stench of blood spread outside Profound Ice Valley.

People kept falling, never to rise again.

Under Zhao Chen's charging slaughter, those sharp weapons had no chance of continuing to exist.

At best, they shattered on the spot. At worst, they were burned to ashes by the blazing flames.

How could ordinary weapons survive beneath the blade of the Asura Sword!

Wu Yingying and Song Yuqing were dumbfounded. What lay before them was simply one man's solo dance.

The hundred-plus people who had arrived so aggressively had no strength to resist Zhao Chen at all.

Even slaughtering pigs could not produce such astonishing results in such a short time.

The blood of the dead seemed as though it would create another river of blood outside Profound Ice Valley.

The bright red color made people feel deeply uncomfortable.

Even Wu Yingying and Song Yuqing, who had seen many Spirit Beasts die, felt extremely ill at ease.

Mu Chen beside them had also turned a little paler.

Leaving aside the enormous gap in strength, so many people had actually been unable to do anything to Zhao Chen. They did not even have the chance to think of retreating.

Just as they were about to slash their weapons at Zhao Chen, they were forcefully killed.

"Brother Zhao Chen, could it be that he intends to kill all these enemies!?"

If it had been Mu Chen, at most he would have defeated the Sun Brothers and punished them by severing an arm or something similar. In serious cases, he might kill them.

But he absolutely would not slaughter countless enemies like this!

Besides lacking the strength to do so, he did not have such thoughts either.

Doing so would only provoke public outrage.

"Possibly!"

Wu Yingying nodded and said hesitantly, "After all, these people came to kill us. If we didn't have enough strength, what would they do to us? We don't even need to think to know."

In such circumstances, voluntarily handing over the Crimson Token would not allow them to escape safely at all.

Although Wu Yingying felt somewhat uncomfortable watching such large-scale slaughter,

she was not so emotional as to lose her judgment.

This world was cruel to begin with. Either you killed me, or I killed you.

What was more, this was the Life and Death Trial Arena of the Spirit Road.

Only those who survived here were "people"!

"Indeed!"

Song Yuqing covered her lips, feeling as though she might vomit.

But she forcibly endured it.

At the gates of Guardian Land, when soldiers posing as instructors had ordered people to hand over Spirit Beast essences, she had seen far too many conflicts.

Sometimes, there was no grudge between them at all. It was merely that someone had taken a fancy to another person's Crimson Token and the Spirit Beast essences within it.

They would immediately come to blows, brutally kill that person, then hang the corpse at the city gates just to flaunt their power and keep others from looking down on them.

"...I was overthinking it."

Mu Chen sighed. He had to admit that Wu Yingying was right.

So many people had come solely for points.

Once the points were divided up, how would the remaining people be satisfied?

Only the points of the top thirty were useful. Who cared about points for those below them?

This meant that the remaining dozens of people would become interested in things other than their points.

At that thought, Mu Chen could not help drawing in a sharp breath.

He could understand why Zhao Chen intended to leave no one alive.

"Damn enemies, I'm joining in too!"

An inexplicable fury rose in Mu Chen's heart. A black dagger appeared in his hand as the powerful aura of his Third-Level Spirit Body erupted instantly.

He charged straight in.

Zhao Chen, who was in the midst of slaughter, noticed this and the corner of his mouth twitched.

This guy...

There was no need to steal his kills, was there!

Zhao Chen glanced at the remaining people, then suddenly accelerated.

What followed was an absolute massacre.

When dealing with enemies who wanted to kill him, he had never shown mercy.

Swish, swish, swish!

Quite a few people tried to flee, only to die even faster.

In the end.

"Ding! Hundred-Man Slayer achieved through cumulative kills. You have received one sign-in opportunity!"

Hearing the system notification ring in his ear, Zhao Chen watched coldly as Mu Chen killed the final few people.

He rubbed the Asura Sword against the clothes of a nearby corpse, casually wiping away the bloodstains on it.

"Those who kill will eventually be killed!"

Zhao Chen looked toward the corpses of the Sun Brothers at the front and said coldly:

"And I am your Grim Reaper!"