Extreme Stimulus Ignited the Bloodlust; the Old Farmer Threw Down His Blade and Summoned the Dead

Three azure wind blades, each about a foot long, tore through the curtains of rain and slashed straight at Fourth Li's rough throat.

Fourth Li did not retreat so much as half an inch with his right foot. Reaching down with his left hand, he grabbed the severed half of the long-horned venomous python he had just crushed into the mud and held it before himself.

"Pshh! Pshh! Pshh!"

The razor-sharp wind blades sank into the python's thick flesh and hard scales. Great clumps of foul-smelling dark green demon blood, mixed with fragments of flesh, burst across the muddy pit.

The flying chunks of meat filled the sky, blocking the blue-robed cultivator's view from the tree trunk.

Fourth Li charged out through the scattered flesh.

The trailing currents ripped loose by the wind blades swept over his neck and arms. The sharp currents carved seven or eight bloody trenches into Fourth Li's exposed flesh, their edges curling outward, but the butcher paid them no heed. The muscles in his right thigh tightened madly.

His iron boot came down heavily on a blackened dead root, snapping the root—thick as a bowl's mouth—on the spot.

His hulking body shot into the air. His right fist drove up from below and smashed squarely into the very center of the blue-robed cultivator's lower jaw.

"Crack!"

The piercing sound of shattering bone rang through the mud pool.

The blue-robed cultivator's jaw shattered into dozens of pieces, bursting out together with seven or eight molars and a spray of blood.

The immortal master let out a miserable scream. More than half his body toppled headfirst from the ancient tree, thick enough for two men to encircle, and he landed on his back in a foul ditch bubbling with green foam.

Seven or eight zhang beyond the