The Slaughter Calamity Rises in the Mortal World

A blood rain fell upon everyone. Like the pounding of an enormous drum, it began in half of Quzhou and spread across the whole world, forever changing this corner of heaven and earth.

"Has this killing really begun?"

Before Fierce Tiger Pass, the bulk of the Grain Protection Army still stood, along with Iron Threshold King, the White Armor Army, a host of Do Not Eat Beef disciples, military strategists, and fierce generals. They had all guessed what Yang Gong had gone to do, yet they still found it hard to believe.

"He... He came out of Mingzhou with a great reputation, already bearing the countenance of an emperor. Now he's going to unleash a great slaughter. Could it be that he..."

"Doesn't want to be emperor anymore?"

"More than that."

A Do Not Eat Beef disciple sighed softly. "Not only can he no longer become emperor, he may not even live to see a new emperor appear in this world."

"From this day on, his reputation is ruined. The world will hate him, fear him, and want him dead..."

They raised their eyes. Boundless blood rain poured down from the sky. The whole world was awash in a surging stench of blood. When they reached out to catch the raindrops, they could even feel the chill of a blade against their skin. "An endless tide of slaughter begins here. The world's slaughter calamity is upon us."

"We've spent half our lives immersed in the ways of the world, yet never imagined there could be a method that surpassed everything we knew!"

"Then... What are we supposed to do now?"

Someone asked in a flurry of nerves. The strategist Iron Mouth glanced at the dark, gloomy Fierce Tiger Pass. Inside, the Blood Pagoda Army remained, as did Quzhou's powerful clans