Spirit Road Blood Calamity, Kings Lie Corpse-Strewn

The corrosive, poisonous water scooped from the dark river flowed down the steep, uneven terrain like a black torrent, engulfing the crowd and devouring every shred of vitality bit by bit.

Whether you were a genius of the human race or an unparalleled king, all were reduced to pus beneath the blackness; even the sturdy spirit weapons carried on their persons melted away into nothingness.

The casualties continued to mount: ten, twenty, thirty.

Even quasi-kings possessing sixth or seventh-grade spirit bodies perished.

At this, every living soul was chilled to the bone, trembling with terror.

Some shouted curses, some whispered prayers, and others begged for mercy in sorrowful voices—the reactions were endless.

"Mu Chen, do you truly intend to kill us all?"

"You had best think clearly. Even the Spirit Road, with its incomparably cruel trials, does not permit such unbridled arrogance. More than half of us have already been pre-selected by the Five Great Academies."

"There is no lack of quasi-kings and king-level powerhouses among us; talents emerge in succession."

"I, Ji Xuan, was even personally brought to the Southern Border by a Supreme of the Holy Spirit Academy, who spent countless resources to trade for me as a new-generation Holy Son, destined to contend in the Great Thousand world."

"If you dare to kill me, to kill us, you will surely invite the wrath of the Five Great Academies."

Ji Xuan's expression was cold and grim. While he spoke to intimidate Mu Chen, he secretly connected with the consciousness within his body, desperately attempting to draw forth more power to turn the tide in this desperate situation.

"Ji Xuan, you can eat whatever you like, but you cannot speak whatever you like."

"The Spirit Road is treacherous; what issue is there with me carrying a bottle of corrosive, poisonous water?"

"Furthermore, the porcelain bottle was clearly snatched away by Qiu Beihai while I was off guard. He was filled with dissatisfaction, harbored a desire for revenge, and smashed it intentionally. What does that have to do with me?"

"In a sense, I, Mu Chen, am the greatest victim of this incident."

Upon hearing this, Mu Chen pulled a long face, looking thoroughly displeased.

He stopped calling him "Brother Ji," opting instead to confront him directly.

This child looked quite intelligent, so how could he frame an innocent person and turn black into white?

"If you want to blame someone, go blame Qiu Beihai."

"Damn it, that idiot Qiu Beihai is already a dead man, okay?!"

Ji Xuan was so infuriated by Mu Chen that his liver ached. Who exactly was the one being glib and deceitful?

By now, the corrosive, poisonous water had already claimed the vitality of over a hundred youths, leaving only twenty or thirty still struggling in their death throes.

In the nameless mountain range in the distance, fierce winds howled.

Having fought to a state of exhaustion, the main force of the Spirit Road that had been wandering the periphery of the Black Demon Forest finally pinpointed the exact location of the battlefield within the vast mountains and arrived in a mighty, surging wave.

Quasi-king Fang Zhong, King Yan Xiao, King Yan Ling, and King Zhou Ling.

There were at least five or six thousand people, calling upon friends and companions to arrive together, creating an exceptionally grand momentum.

The youths of the Spirit Road who arrived near the battlefield witnessed exactly the moment when Mu Chen incapacitated the alliance with the Sorrowful Crisp Breeze, and Qiu Beihai, having stolen the antidote, suffered a tragic backlash.

Different people had different reactions.

King Zhou Ling remarked, "Impressive, Brother Mu."

This was the Zhou-surnamed stall owner from the Sanctuary market who had once conversed with Mu Chen.

"Bastard, Zhou Yuan was not his real name after all."

The petite figure clutching a giant guandao muttered to herself.

When she caught sight of the silver-haired girl in a black dress standing quietly by Mu Chen's side, as well as Tang Qian'er, whose beauty was in no way inferior to her own, and Hong Ling, a sour, inexplicable ache welled up in her heart.

"What's wrong, sister?"

Wu Ling noticed his younger sister's sudden shift in mood and asked in confusion.

Wu Yingying, like a little wild cat whose fur had suddenly stood on end, quickly suppressed her vulnerability and snapped, "Get lost! No man is any good!"

Wu Ling, looking blank: "???"

"However, there is one point on which you, Ji Xuan, have reminded me."

"The people were killed by Qiu Beihai; what does that have to do with me, Mu Chen?"

"If I do not kill a few people with my own hands, how will the heroes of the Spirit Road know the might of Mu Chen and spread the name of Bailing? Therefore, these people should be killed by my own hand."

Having finished his conversation with Ji Xuan, Mu Chen suddenly raised his head and let out a sigh.

With that, he summoned his ancient battle staff from his Mustard Seed Bracelet and nimbly bypassed the pools of black water and the corrosive, poisonous liquid that was about to run dry.

Like a leopard choosing its prey, he crashed into the crowd.

He swung his staff and struck, killing a quasi-king who was attempting to struggle with a single thrust.

With another swing, bang—the skull of a youth with a sixth-grade spirit body exploded like a ripe watermelon, red and white matter splattering everywhere, and the youth ceased breathing in the blink of an eye.

As the final survivors felt their hearts turn cold, they could not help but complain to Ji Xuan: knowing full well that Mu Chen was a lunatic, why did you have to go and provoke him?

If they hadn't provoked this madman, everyone might have lived for a few more breaths.

Mu Chen's speed of slaughter gradually accelerated.

The remaining twenty or thirty people were reduced to a mere seven or eight in the blink of an eye.

Ji Xuan propped himself up with his hands on the ground, struggling to retreat, his movements exceptionally difficult.

Yet no one knew that this dying prodigy of the Ji Clan kept his head lowered, the darkness deep within his pupils growing ever more intense.

The human youth who had always acted with impunity was being brutally slaughtered.

The invincible king who had dominated the Spirit Road now lay as a corpse in the wilderness.

Ji Xuan, the peak king who was vaguely known as the number one person of the Spirit Road, was being forced into a corner like a dying dog, with no way to heaven and no door to the earth.

Mu Chen had created this monstrous bloodbath that shocked most of the Spirit Road, staining the earth with blood.

Just what kind of mysterious existence was this guy who called himself the Prince of Hundred Spirits?

For the thousands of Spirit Road youths watching the battle, the scene on the field possessed an unparalleled impact, like a nuclear bomb exploding in their hearts with immense power.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Mu Chen unleashed the Long Rainbow Piercing the Sun, his strike fierce and powerful, his stance as steady as Mount Tai.

With the Piercing and Striking Staff Technique, he struck like lightning, consecutively bursting the heads of three kings.

By now, only four people remained on the field: the Twin Kings of the Shi Family, Yang Hong, and Ji Xuan.

He carried the god-tier spiritual weapon, the Demon-Subduing Staff, and walked toward the Twin Kings of the Shi Family, Shi Jingtian and Shi Hao, his steps light and agile.

"You little brat, you've really dragged your big brother into a disaster this time."

Shi Jingtian's appearance was identical to his younger brother's; he was burly with chestnut-yellow hair, and even their features were five or six parts similar—truly born of the same mother.

The only difference was that his brother favored hammers, while he was skilled with shields.

One attacking and one defending, the two brothers complemented each other perfectly.

Having heard that his brother Shi Hao had been heavily injured by someone in a single move outside the Sanctuary, how could he, as an older brother, endure it? He had immediately joined forces with his former enemy, Ji Xuan, to besiege Mu Chen.

Who would have thought that the illustrious Twin Kings of the Shi Family would end up burying themselves here?

"I'm sorry, Big Brother."

Shi Hao's face showed shame, and he immediately raised his voice to the approaching figure: "Mu Chen, I, Shi Hao, take responsibility for my own actions. Can you spare my brother? He is innocent."

"Spare your big brother, so he can come back for revenge?"

Mu Chen tilted his head and said softly.

Back then, at the Sanctuary, he had spared this man once.

Who would have thought he would refuse to repent, summoning a few friends to join Ji Xuan in besieging him and Luo Li? This was a path to death; if this could be tolerated, what could not?

"Uh..."

Shi Hao fell silent upon hearing this.

He knew that if Shi Jingtian could escape, he would definitely seek revenge for him.

"In your next life, keep your eyes open."

Mu Chen swung the ancient battle staff. Under the exceptionally desperate gazes of the Shi brothers, he swung it down fiercely, his figure flashing as he suddenly lunged toward the defenseless white-clad king.

Ji Xuan, die!!