Violent Sweep

Dozens of Yin Clan Young Disciples simultaneously darted out from the crowd in the plaza.

Yin Xuege stood on the stage, looking down at these Yin Clan Young Disciples. They were all familiar faces, and familiar faces with whom he shared a "blood-bonded friendship." Yin Xuejiao, Yin Xueao, Yin Xueku, Yin Xueyou, and so on. Ever since Yin Xuege could remember, he had either been the one to make them bleed and break their bones, or they had ganged up to beat him until he bled and broke his bones.

Initially, these legitimate disciples of the Yin Clan simply cursed and insulted Yin Xuege, calling him a "bastard" and a "mongrel." Later, Yin Xuege fought back. He distinctly remembered that the first one to cry out in pain after being beaten by him was Yin Xueyou—the son of Yin Jishuo, the head of the External Affairs Hall!

With a clean and swift punch, Yin Xueyou's entire set of teeth was knocked out and sprayed everywhere. From that moment on, Yin Xuege had forged a deep enmity with this group of legitimate disciples who had backing and connections within the Yin Clan, and who commanded countless henchmen.

In the following years, whenever these legitimate disciples bullied and tormented the Blood Servants and Blood Slaves, and wantonly took their lives, Yin Xuege would proactively jump in and fight them head-on. Since Yin Xuejiao and the others didn't dare to kill Yin Xuege, he could provoke them without restraint! What was spitting up a bit of blood or breaking a few bones to a Blood Demon?

They didn't dare to kill Yin Xuege, but Yin Xuege always aimed for their vital spots. Gouging out eyes, castrating, biting the carotid artery—all the cruel techniques taught in the Children's Hall were employed by Yin Xuege against them. Yin Xueao, for instance, once had his throat bitten off by Yin Xuege. Over two-thirds of his blood flowed out, severely wounding him and delaying his breakthrough to Star Warrior by several months!

"To think I've offended so many people and am still alive and well. I have a truly resilient life!" Surrounded by blood-red fireballs radiating intense heat, Yin Xuege extended his fingers, from which three-inch-long sharp blood-red light erupted. He sneered and beckoned to Yin Xuejiao and the others.

"Come on, Blood Spirit Sword, I want it! If you're not happy, come up and fight me! Thank you all for your 'care' over the past few years!" Yin Xuege's smile was chilling, and his tone was so cold it felt like it could spray a cloud of ice shards at any moment.

With an enraged roar, four Yin Clan Young Disciples simultaneously surged onto the stage.

Yin Xueku, a disciple whose ribs Yin Xuege had once broken in half and whose knee meniscus Yin Xuege had violently gouged out, flicked his hands. A dazzling blood-red light erupted from his fingertips, and he lunged at Yin Xuege, wielding the Blood Dripping Claw. Behind him, three other disciples also leaped forward, creating afterimages, and launched their attacks at Yin Xuege with their respective Blood Skills.

Yin Tianmie, with a cold, faint smile, retreated while holding the Blood Spirit Sword. Four disciples attacking Yin Xuege simultaneously clearly violated the rules of the Martial Arts Convention. However, neither Yin Tianmie nor any of the other Yin Clan Elders made any move to stop it.

Sunwalker! The legendary Sunwalker, possessing the greatest potential and most monstrous talent of the Blood Demon Clan. If you want to receive the full resources and cultivation of the Yin Clan, and enjoy supreme privileges, you must demonstrate your worthiness of the family's investment!

If you can't even handle four Young Disciples of similar age, you're at best an ordinary genius. Why would the family expend so much energy, manpower, and resources on you? The Clan Elders are all distinguished and remarkable individuals; why would they be interested in backing and supporting an ordinary Young Disciple who isn't particularly outstanding?

"Come on, come on!" Yin Xuege's blood was boiling. A faint mist of blood began to emanate from his body, rapidly spreading outwards until it enveloped the entire stage.

He had been waiting for this day for several years. Every time he was surrounded and beaten to the ground by Yin Xuejiao and the others, his bones broken and blood pouring from his mouth, he had told himself countless times that once he had enough strength, he would seek revenge on Yin Xuejiao and the others, defeat them all, and make them never dare to look him in the eye again!

As the blood mist dispersed, Yin Xuege's figure flickered, instantly creating dozens of blurry afterimages. He appeared before Yin Xueku and the other four disciples almost simultaneously. He placed his right hand on their chests, and the blood-red fireballs rapidly circling him roared and slammed into their chests. The incredibly fast fireballs propelled their bodies backward.

Yin Xueku and the others were sent flying back dozens of meters by the fireballs, which then exploded violently.

Amidst the muffled explosions, fierce blood-red flames covered an area of over ten meters. Yin Xueku and the others let out piercing screams. Their pale blood-red robes, which offered some defense, were blasted into ashes. Their skin cracked and withered inch by inch, turning black. Large amounts of blood gushed from beneath their skin, and their internal organs, violently shaken, caused them to spew out copious amounts of blood.

Four blood-drenched bodies soared high into the air. The intense explosive force hurled them dozens of meters high. They were blasted off the stage, tumbling uncontrollably onto the ground. The blood flowing from their bodies stained a large area of the ground, and countless gasps of shock erupted from the surrounding Yin Clan members.

Yin Xueku's father, Yin Jiyao, the chief steward of the family's Internal Affairs Hall, was the first to rush out from the crowd. He grabbed his severely injured son, who was emitting faint black smoke and was completely scorched, then sliced open his own wrist and dripped three drops of deep green blood, with a slight hint of silver, into Yin Xueku's mouth.

For any Blood Demon, Natal Essence Blood was incredibly important. Especially for a Blood Demon with a formal noble title, every drop of Natal Essence Blood was precious, and they would never waste even a single drop lightly.

If Yin Xueku were not his only descendant and if Yin Xueku's talent were not so exceptional, Yin Jiyao would truly have been reluctant to waste three drops of his precious essence blood on him. With a trace of heartache, Yin Jiyao watched as Yin Xueku's skin rapidly regenerated and his injuries quickly healed as his father's essence blood spread within him. He let out a heavy sigh of relief.

The three drops of essence blood from a seasoned Viscount not only rapidly healed all of Yin Xueku's injuries but also greatly enhanced his strength. Within his heart, dozens of pale green drops of Blood Demon Essence Blood condensed almost simultaneously. Yin Xueku stood up the instant his injuries recovered, and his aura was now several times stronger than before.

With a hateful glare, Yin Xueku looked up at Yin Xuege standing on the stage. He gritted his teeth and helplessly pointed at Yin Xuege. He had been knocked off the stage, and even though his strength had increased severalfold, he could not seek revenge on Yin Xuege.

"That's your incompetence, Yin Xueku!" Yin Xuege said coldly, looking at his easily defeated opponent. He then shook his head dismissively. "If you don't get back up, after the clan's martial arts tournament, I welcome your challenge anytime! For now, you'd best go put on some clothes. All the clansmen present are men, and no one will envy the thing between your legs, nor is its size particularly impressive!"

Yin Xueku suddenly looked down. He then noticed that his clothes had been reduced to ashes in the explosion. Now, as Yin Xuege had said, he was standing naked under everyone's gaze! Furthermore, because he had just absorbed his father's three drops of Natal Essence Blood, his entire body was brimming with blood energy, and his lower body was indecently erect!

Subconsciously bending over and clutching his lower body tightly, Yin Xueku almost burst into tears. After this incident today, would he still have the face to see anyone? Fortunately, Yin Jiyao was by his side. He quickly took off his outer robe, wrapped it around his son, and then sullenly pulled him into the crowd.

As for the other three injured Young Disciples, they were not as fortunate as Yin Xueku. Their fathers had more than one son, and their fathers' strength was not as great as Yin Jiyao's, nor were they willing to expend their Natal Essence Blood to heal them.

Therefore, they were only given two bottles of Essence Blood Potion each, placed into three metal coffins, and then the coffins were filled with steaming blood freshly drawn from Blood Slaves. They were then left by the side of the plaza to recover on their own.

Fortunately, the vitality of the Blood Demon Clan was incredibly resilient. The hearts of these three Young Disciples were not damaged. While this method of healing would take longer, they would be able to recover completely within half a month at most. They would, however, suffer considerably, lose a significant amount of vital energy, and their strength might even decrease slightly.

"Is there anyone else who wishes to offer some guidance!" Yin Xuege provocatively looked at Yin Xuejiao standing below. He most wanted to beat this guy up! Yin Xueao, who had also troubled Yin Xuege since childhood, had not provoked him for more than half a year since Yin Xuege bit off his throat and carotid artery last time!

Only Yin Xuejiao had continuously caused trouble for Yin Xuege from the very beginning. Especially the mission to scout the Great Berlin City-State, which was intended to put Yin Xuege to death! Therefore, Yin Xuege would absolutely not let him off easily and was determined to make him suffer excruciating pain!

"Yin Xuege, don't be too arrogant!" In the Children's Hall, the eldest among them, Yin Xuekui, let out a hearty laugh and leaped from below the stage, soaring dozens of meters high. He too unleashed the Blood Dripping Claw, aiming it at Yin Xuege's head. Low-level Blood Demon Star Warriors could only comprehend such crude Blood Skills and Blood Arts. Thus, Yin Xuekui also used the Blood Dripping Claw!

However, compared to Yin Xueku, Yin Xuekui, who was nearly eighteen years old, was already the size of an ordinary adult. In terms of height, weight, and personal strength, he should logically have been several times stronger than the eleven-year-old Yin Xuege!

But Yin Xuege merely glanced up at Yin Xuekui. He casually gripped a blood-red fireball circling beside him, pricked his fingertip, and let a drop of blood seep into the fireball. The fireball immediately became incredibly viscous. Then, the fireball twisted and transformed, becoming a blood-red flying knife of considerable length, which Yin Xuege held in his hand.

A point of deep green, slightly bright silver light was injected into the flying knife. The Archaic Demonic Script "Speed" and "Sharpness" that Yin Xuege had comprehended when he awakened his Natal Bat Wings were engraved within the flying knife. With a gentle flick of his finger, this paper-thin flying knife let out a piercing whistling sound as it traversed over a hundred meters in an instant, precisely striking Yin Xuekui's Adam's apple.

Yin Xuekui let out a piercing scream. He hadn't even seen a shadow of Yin Xuege's flying knife before being severely wounded by a single strike.

His throat was pierced, and a large amount of blood gushed from the open wound. The rapidly flying blood-red flying knife sent his body flying backward dozens of meters. He fell heavily off the stage and onto the ground, rolling repeatedly. He clutched his throat tightly with both hands, desperately channeling all the Blood Demon Essence Blood within him. The wound began to heal slowly.

After striking down Yin Xuekui, the eldest and physically strongest Young Disciple of the Children's Hall, making him half-dead, Yin Xuege didn't even bother to look at the struggling Yin Xuekui lying on the ground. Instead, he extended his hand and provocatively beckoned to Yin Xuejiao!

"Yin Xuejiao, aren't you coming up? I know how much you hate me, just as I hate you! Come on, just like before, either you break my bones, or I'll 'slice' your neck!"

Yin Xuege deliberately brought up the humiliating defeat Yin Xuejiao suffered three months ago at the hands of himself, who was still a Young Disciple, just after Yin Xuejiao had broken through to Star Warrior. His tone was filled with mocking coldness. Yin Xuejiao trembled with rage, his hair standing on end as if in a wind, and a very faint blood mist slowly began to emerge from beneath his feet, slowly encircling his body.

However, he was still unwilling to jump onto the stage yet. He hadn't figured out Yin Xuege's true capabilities! Yin Xuege had already made two moves, but both times he had defeated his opponent in a single strike. Yin Xuejiao had not been able to discern what techniques Yin Xuege had used.

He could only vaguely deduce that the powerful blood-red fireballs were likely a potent "Blood Art." As for the blood-red flying knife, which was as fast as lightning and whose trace couldn't even be detected, was it a "Blood Art" or a "Blood Skill"?

If it were a Blood Skill, it would be manageable. But if it were a Blood Art, wouldn't that mean Yin Xuege had already mastered two powerful long-range "Blood Arts"? How was that possible? Even a Sunwalker wouldn't have such monstrous talent, right?

Sensing the struggle and hesitation in Yin Xuejiao's eyes, Yin Xuege glanced back at the numerous Yin Clan Elders standing before the ancestral temple gate.

"Alright, if this is the scene you wish to witness, then!" Yin Xuege smiled sharply, then lightly drew his finger across, encompassing dozens of Young Disciples below the stage. "If you don't dare to come up one by one, then come up all at once!"

"Then come up all at once!" Yin Xuege challenged all the Young Disciples standing below the stage simultaneously!

In the past year, a total of forty-nine Young Disciples from the Yin Clan's Children's Hall had achieved breakthroughs! Yin Xuege had already defeated five of them, but there were still forty-four standing below the stage! As fellow disciples of the Children's Hall, Yin Xuege was audaciously challenging forty-four of them at once!

"You!" Yin Xuejiao and Yin Xueao simultaneously trembled with rage, their eyes instantly turning a pale red.

"All Star Warriors of the Children's Hall, heed my command! All of you, join forces and attack Yin Xuege. Do not hold back!" Before Yin Xuejiao and the others could even reprimand Yin Xuege for his arrogance, Yin Tianjue, standing before the ancestral temple gate, chuckled softly. "Come on together, don't hold back. Let us old folks see just how great the potential of a Sunwalker truly is!"

The ancestor of the Yin Clan spoke, leaving no room for the Young Disciples to choose.

Yin Xuejiao, Yin Xueao, and the others let out a muffled roar of indignation at the same time. Then, they leaped dozens of meters into the air and lunged at Yin Xuege from all directions. Thirty-six of them unleashed faint blood light from their fingertips, all having used the same 'Blood Dripping Claw' technique. Only the other eight individuals, with their hands clasped together before their chests, had blood light faintly shimmering between their palms, preparing to launch long-range Blood Arts.

However, the blood mist around Yin Xuege's body grew denser. His body spun like a top, and tiny drops of blood spurted from his fingertips. Each drop of blood transformed into a willow-leaf flying knife, about a foot long, which circled him like agile fish in the sea.

In an instant, 126 blood-colored flying knives condensed. The same Archaic Demonic Script characters 'Speed' and 'Sharpness' were infused into the blood-formed knives. Yin Xuege flicked his fingers, and the knives whistled piercingly, leaving a faint blood-red trail under the starlight. They instantly traversed a hundred meters of void, hitting their targets.

Excluding Yin Xuejiao and Yin Xueao, the other forty-two Young Disciples were struck simultaneously.

Blood gushed from their throats, chests, and lower abdomens—three vital points. The forty-two Young Disciples also failed to see the flying knives Yin Xuege had unleashed. They fell from the sky, screaming, crashing to the ground heavily like dumplings.

In front of the ancestral temple, a Yin Clan Elder gently shook his head and turned to look at Yin Tianjue.

"Big Brother, these children are no match for Yin Xuege at all. The upcoming martial exhibition is meaningless."

Yin Tianjue lightly shook his head and smiled calmly. "It has meaning. Let this child Yin Xuege vent some of his anger. After the family banquet at midnight, the Blood War Hall Master Yin Jiwu and the External Affairs Hall Master Yin Jishuo... revoking their positions might be a bit excessive. Let's give them a good warning!"

The Yin Clan Elders immediately fell silent. Yin Xuege's potential and strength displayed today had greatly satisfied them. Vigorously supporting Yin Xuege, allowing him to vent his past frustrations, and incidentally clearing some obstacles within the clan and suppressing his enemies was a natural course of action.

As the forty-two Young Disciples fell to the ground, Yin Xuejiao and Yin Xueao, who were gathering their strength to unleash their Blood Arts, felt a chill run through their bodies.

Yin Xueao turned to leave, intending to jump off the stage. However, Yin Xuejiao, confident in his greatly increased strength and believing he could handle Yin Xuege, abandoned his half-formed Blood Art, drew the soft sword from his waist, and leaped towards Yin Xuege!

Yin Xuege, leaving dozens of afterimages, lunged into Yin Xuejiao's embrace. Yin Xuejiao couldn't even see Yin Xuege's movements!

With a claw, he snapped Yin Xuejiao's wrist, knocking the soft sword to the ground. Then, Yin Xuege grabbed Yin Xuejiao and began to beat him. Dozens of punches, as fast as shooting stars, were unleashed, shattering Yin Xuejiao's bones. Yin Xuege then threw him off the stage.

His body flickered again, and Yin Xuege appeared behind Yin Xueao, launching a punch towards him.

Just then, an angry curse came from below the stage. Yin Jiwu leaped onto the stage and slammed a palm towards Yin Xuege's back.

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