Xu Lang's Question: So I Hadn't Killed Enough People, Was That It?

"Tell me about the history of your Rakshasa Race," Xu Lang said, stroking his chin.

"This... even if I've read all the books in the Literature Hall, I only know a little bit." Harlan hesitated, afraid of upsetting Xu Lang.

Saladin, as an elder, had already explained the rules and the terror of Xu Lang to these new Shepherded Soul.

At first, some people were unconvinced, but Saladin somehow managed to talk to the Soul Shepherd Wolf, and after the Soul Shepherd Wolf roared at him, the Shepherded Soul all became obedient.

Unfortunately, Saladin really didn't want to be implicated because of these Shepherded Soul' foolish actions.

In his opinion, Xu Lang was somewhat insane.

With elders sharing their teachings, the new Shepherded Soul mature very quickly.

Harlan, wanting to know more about Aygul's situation, became even more fearful and humble towards Xu Lang.

"Speak, I'm listening." Xu Lang leaned back and sat on the Soul Shepherd Wolf, his tone indifferent.

"Yes!" Harlan replied.

The Rakshasa Race originated from another great world, a world where, according to legend, all living beings are reincarnated. There, the Rakshasa Race waged endless wars. Later, a branch of the Rakshasa Race somehow came to the Human Realm, the world where the Rakshasa Kingdom is located.

And so, the Rakshasa Kingdom settled down.

Moreover, due to environmental factors, the power of bloodline is deteriorating.

Harlan spoke succinctly, covering everything from the founding of the Rakshasa Kingdom to its destruction.

"The Blood Rakshasa is a member of the Rakshasa royal family. They have an indestructible body, three heads and six arms, and can fight even after their heads are severed... That's all the information I have about the Blood Rakshasa. These are just a few words I found in ancient books," Harlan concluded.

"Do you have an image?" Xu Lang asked.

There are stone carvings, but very few...

"Okay, take a look and see how much I differ from that stone carving!"

As soon Xu Lang finished speaking, a ball of Karmic Fire ignited on his body, as red as a lotus blooming in Purgatory.

Amidst this terrifying Karmic Fire, Xu Lang's body was reshaped.

Finally, a monster three meters tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist raised its sharp claws and crushed them, extinguishing all the Karmic Fire.

His entire body was crimson, his feet were ablaze with fire, and each step left a fiery red mark. His lower body and waist were covered with a layer of scales, like a battle skirt. His chest was as red as a furnace, glowing with a red light. His arms were strong and long, with a pair of bone blades on his back. His shoulders, elbows, and knees were all covered with bone spurs, making him a fearsome sight!

It was like a demon emerging from Purgatory, or a killing machine that exhausted the beauty of human industry.

"Blood Rakshasa!"

When the Rakshasa saw Xu Lang's appearance, their expressions all changed drastically.

The Legendary Blood Rakshasa has actually appeared before me, and even has the added identity of Shepherd!

Their knees buckled, and they all knelt down, surrendering from the bottom of their hearts.

Xu Lang raised his hand and conjured a mirror, staring at the mutated head inside, tilting his head slightly.

"So this is what it feels like when your mindset shifts towards killing..."

As he looked at Saladin and his men, countless ingenious killing plans automatically flashed through his mind, as if he were a master butcher dissecting an ox, knowing exactly how to fight without even thinking.

"My thinking was also affected; it was all about killing, killing, killing. All feelings of weakness, hesitation, and cowardice were swept away, replaced by ruthlessness, decisiveness, and cruelty!"

My heart is so cold!

"Fortunately, this isn't the indescribable effect of Sequence; it can be overcome!"

With his worries dispelled, Xu Lang raised his hand and beckoned to Saladin and the others, commanding, "Come and fight me!"

In an instant, my heart started pounding, the cold exterior melted away, and my core surged with passion!

The sound of their heartbeats became a melody, making Saladin and his men's blood boil!

This effect is remarkably similar to that of Blood Hatred!

The Falling Thunder Venerable instantly rushed in front of Xu Lang, wielding lightning and smashing it towards him with Xu Lang.

Shepherd are the mortal enemies of cattle and sheep!

Without a moment's hesitation, Xu Lang reacted faster than his nerves could conduct, stabbing the Falling Thunder Venerable in the chest with a single blow, then charged forward, rushing into the enemy ranks.

Saladin raised his hand, his soul power surged, and rows of soldiers made of yellow sand appeared, launching an attack on Xu Lang!

Shepherded Soul grew up alongside Xu Lang and is quite strong; it's only a matter of time before she surpasses her strength from her previous life!

"Too weak, too weak, too weak!"

Xu Lang had no equipment or sword, but he fought the Shepherded Soul with even more ease and grace than before, beating Shepherded Soul all to the brink of death in less than two minutes!

The superiority of the Blood Pact skill is now fully revealed!

Xu Lang felt that he was stronger in his Rakshasa True Form than when he was wielding a sword and wearing armor. After all, the Blood Pelican Demon Blade and the Blood Demon Battle Armor were both Mythic equipment.

But if the two were to truly fight to the death, the one wielding the knife would undoubtedly emerge victorious.

The reason is simple: the one wielding the knife possesses the skills of Martial God, allowing him to unleash the full potential of the Blood Pelican Demon Blade.

"Here comes the knife!"

Thinking of this, Xu Lang raised his hand, and his palm suddenly exploded, revealing a bone knife.

"Ang ang ang ang!"

The Soul Shepherd Wolf was so frightened that it retreated, fleeing wildly for over a hundred meters in an instant, and was still running away.

Xu Lang is three meters tall, and his knife is a giant blade that makes a whooshing sound when he swings it.

"This form... a sword would be more suitable." Xu Lang narrowed his eyes, and his shoulder flesh writhed, growing another strangely shaped bone sword.

His willpower surpassed his physical strength.

This description seems simple, but it can accomplish many incredible things, such as...

"One pair of hands is not enough for me to fight, so I'll add a pair of teeth!" Xu Lang roared, his voice so loud it shook the clouds, the sound waves causing the grass to ripple. He sank down, his shoulders wriggling wildly, and finally two crooked little hands grew out.

The Shepherded Soul all stared wide-eyed at the scene in disbelief.

"This is exactly the same Undying Abomination I saw in the Blood Mist!"

Saladin was utterly shocked.

Xu Lang held back for a long time, but his two little hands were still crooked and twisted. He couldn't help but fly into a rage, raising his hand to tear off the two little hands. "You son of a bitch, what kind of bastard is this growing on my body?!"

Then, his body suddenly shrank, returning to normal.

A barely perceptible blush appeared on his face.

Anger seems to be an emotion that can be beneficial in battle.

Harlan saw Xu Lang's predicament and said, "The Blood Rakshasa must grow through slaughter, experiencing countless blood tribulations..."

"So I haven't killed enough people, is that it?" Xu Lang asked simply and directly.

"Yes!" Harlan nodded. Even the weakest Blood Rakshasa, the ones that have just been born, are the ones who can kill ten thousand people.