The Demon King's Fury, Unleashing Slaughter!

On the blood letter, seven names had been signed. Aside from Su Hao, Zhang Feng, Zhang Yuan, and even those lackeys had all left their names behind.

They flung the blood letter at Su Hao. "Take it, brat. When you get to the King of Hell, you'll know whose hands you died by."

Su Hao put away the blood letter, immense killing intent in his eyes. He strode forward, a terrifying aura spreading from him, his fury soaring to the heavens. Today, he would unleash a massacre.

"Senior Brother, let us handle this. A brat like him isn't worth you making the first move." A man in white shouted coldly as he stepped forward. His cultivation was at the fifth level of Qi Condensation, even stronger than Zhang Yuan.

The surrounding disciples immediately backed away. Some wore sneers. News that the East Gate had recruited a disciple had already spread through the sect. In their hearts, they all looked down on that godforsaken place where even birds wouldn't shit, and by extension, they looked down on Su Hao as well.

"Tian Bufan is at the fifth level of Qi Condensation. Though his cultivation is inferior to Zhang Feng's, his mastery of spells is exquisite. He commands lightning arts and can instantly kill those at the same level. That kid is done for."

"A fifth-level Qi Condensation cultivator—and trash from the East Gate, at that—actually came here to challenge several people and even proclaimed that he would kill them. I really don't know where he got such nerve."

"His brain must be cramping. Just watch—I say he'll lose in one move."

The onlookers mocked him coldly.

At that moment, Tian Bufan strode forward, his aura exploding forth. At the fifth level of Qi Condensation, he possessed five thousand jin of strength. Combined with his lightning arts, he could unleash five thousand five hundred jin of force.

His fist could split mountains!

Boom!

Silver lightning covered his fist, crackling and snapping. Tian Bufan burst forward, wind and thunder rising in a mighty surge. The aura he emitted made the faces of the nearby spectators change once more.

Tian Bufan had grown even stronger.

They believed Su Hao was finished.

"Those who touch my brothers shall be killed without mercy!"

Su Hao shouted. His foot slammed down, and as it hit the ground, the earth exploded apart. His fist shot out as well, its momentum soaring sky-high, unstoppable as it surged forward like a roaring river.

Boom!

The two fists collided. The air exploded, blood flew everywhere, and chunks of flesh were mixed within it.

"Ah!"

A savage scream tore through the sky. Tian Bufan's fist had shattered, and half his arm had vanished with it. He collapsed onto the ground, rolling and shrieking in agony.

The scene instantly fell silent. Everyone stared wide-eyed in shock.

The outcome was completely opposite to what they had expected.

The one felled by a single punch was not Su Hao, but Tian Bufan.

Boom!

Without even looking at him, Su Hao strode forward and brought his foot down upon the shrieking Tian Bufan. The cries abruptly stopped, blood sprayed, and his head was crushed beneath Su Hao's foot.

The Demon King was enraged, and the killing had begun!

The scene grew even quieter. It seemed as though even the sound of breathing had vanished. Everyone's faces went pale. Su Hao had actually crushed the man's head with one stomp. Such ruthlessness made him seem like a Demon King in their eyes.

Su Hao's expression did not change. He continued forward, staring straight at the others. Every face before him belonged to someone he intended to kill.

Zhang Feng and the others' expressions changed drastically, especially Zhang Yuan's. His face was filled with disbelief. In only a few days, Su Hao had become even more terrifying—his cultivation had strengthened, and his spiritual power had surged.

Yet after a brief moment of panic, he regained his confidence. With his elder brother, a sixth-level Qi Condensation cultivator, here, he feared nothing.

"Let's attack together and kill him!"

Zhang Yuan roared in fury and took the lead. The four men aside from Zhang Feng combined their spiritual power, shaping it into fierce tigers and flood dragons. Wind howled and flames surged. Some even brought out magical treasures that shot toward Su Hao's throat like venomous snakes.

"Kill!"

Su Hao's voice was like thunder, his rage overturning the heavens. He took a great step forward, and flames howled forth, sweeping in all directions. Every spell manifestation charging at him shattered apart.

Only a green sword reached him, its cold gleam flashing. Yet once it came within an inch of Su Hao, the sword abruptly stopped. Its owner screamed miserably, clutching his head as he staggered back, as though a piece of his soul had been torn away.

A magical treasure had to be bound to its master with blood and refined by the soul, linked to the cultivator's very life. If one was damaged, both would suffer.

The black sword soul within Su Hao silently rushed out and poured into the sword, shattering the blood-soul imprint within and severely injuring its owner. The three-foot green sword fell under Su Hao's control.

Su Hao advanced with the sword in hand. Sword light swept across the air. With one step, blood spurted forth and a head shot into the sky. He took a second step, and the magical treasure whistled out, piercing another man's throat. No scream escaped him before he fell.

The third man was horrified and retreated in disarray, bringing out his magical treasure—a black tortoise shell that formed a sturdy defense. Though his shell was only a low-grade spirit artifact, it could withstand the attacks of a sixth-level Qi Condensation cultivator.

Crack!

Yet the instant Su Hao's green sword stabbed toward it, the tortoise shell exploded, breaking into several pieces as though it were made of paper, offering no resistance whatsoever.

The green sword had originally been a low-grade spirit artifact, but with the sword soul added to it, its power immediately surged. Ordinary mid-grade spirit artifacts could not compare.

As the tortoise shell exploded, the retreating man's head flew up as well. His eyes bulged wide, filled with intense terror.

In but a brief moment, the ground was drenched in blood and strewn with mangled flesh, like an Asura hell.

The people around them were terrified beyond measure. Su Hao was far too ruthless. He killed without batting an eye, more savage and crazed than the most vicious cultivators they had ever seen. Heads flew before his eyes, yet his brow did not so much as twitch.

Moreover, he was clearly only at the fifth level of Qi Condensation, yet he was so powerful that it surpassed all imagination.

Before him, only two people remained: the Zhang Family brothers.

By now, Zhang Yuan was trembling with terror, his face deathly pale and devoid of all color. His voice quivered as he said, "B-Big Brother, kill—kill him. Kill him now."

He was terrified to the extreme. With Su Hao's blood-red eyes fixed upon him, he felt as though he had been locked onto by a demon and wrapped in the coils of death, as if his life could be taken at any moment.

Zhang Feng's heart trembled as well, but gritting his teeth, he suddenly strode forward. "I'm at the sixth level of Qi Condensation, while he's only at the fifth. I have a mid-grade spirit artifact and have mastered the Rainflower Flying Sword Art. Killing him won't be a problem."

Su Hao came forward with sword in hand. The blade was unstained by blood, yet it spat out a chilling gleam that seemed tinged with bloodlust—it was the killing intent emanating from Su Hao.

"Kill!"

Zhang Feng shouted coldly, abruptly raising his palm seal and firing off a streak of lightning. It transformed into a purple demonic lion, whose roar boomed like thunder as it rode a surging gale straight at Su Hao.

Su Hao's expression did not change in the slightest. Facing the assault of a sixth-level Qi Condensation cultivator, he acted even more boldly. He neither dodged nor shifted, nor did he even raise a hand to block. Instead, he opened his mouth and inhaled sharply.

The purple demonic lion was savage and terrifying, almost corporeal, yet Su Hao swallowed it whole. His own aura grew even more dreadful, killing intent filling the air. Amid its rolling surge, it seemed as though thunder rumbled.