Slaughter, the Supreme True God

As they fought, scarlet blood seeped out of the old woman, clinging to her in scattered spots like patches of rust.

Ji Feng recognized this process all too well. The old woman was repairing her body.

She was still struggling!

Although she no longer had a head and could not vomit, she had other ways to heal herself.

But she had already run out of soul power. What was she using to heal herself?

This old woman did not have a Holy Dragon Right Arm Bone.

Ji Feng saw the red light shining through the cracks in the floor, slowly seeping into the headless old woman's body.

He understood.

There was something underground!

The headless old woman stubbornly refused to die because whatever lay below was protecting her.

The eldest son had managed to poison Ji Feng.

Had his cultivation really been that strong?

Ji Feng's martial soul could even frighten off Mu En's radiant sacred dragon. How could that poison wolf have poisoned him?

The eldest son had only been a Soul Grandmaster, and this old woman was merely a Soul Scholar.

Without the eerie red light underground helping them, their poisoning would never have succeeded.

With the underground red light aiding her, the old woman's physical strength, speed, and soul power had all increased dramatically.

Just what kind of treasure was this red light?

Ji Feng was positively green with envy.

If he could kill this headless old woman, could he get his hands on that red light?

The more Ji Feng thought about it, the more excited he became, and he threw everything he had into his deadly battle with the headless old woman.

With the red light's help, the headless old woman kept expelling brown, bloody sweat. Meanwhile, those strange little bugs kept burrowing into her body to repair her wounds.

But the Holy Light Dragon Claw inflicted far too much damage, and the bugs replenished her far too slowly.

By Ji Feng's estimate, in these brief three minutes, the headless old woman's combat strength had dropped by more than half compared with when she had first revived.

Another two minutes passed. The headless old woman's movements grew increasingly sluggish, until she was slower than even the cripple at the entrance to Dragon-Sighting Village, whom Teacher Xue Feng had reduced to scraps in an instant.

Ji Feng dodged the headless old woman's dying counterattack and kicked her away!

The headless old woman coughed, spraying countless little bugs from her severed neck and plastering the floor with them.

Scattered burn marks covered the headless old woman's body.

Those were the scars left by the holy light scorching her flesh.

Ji Feng quickly backed away from the headless old woman.

He was afraid this bizarre thing would suddenly burst open and splash those disgusting bugs all over him.

The headless old woman crawled toward Ji Feng with great difficulty, viciously cursing him as she dragged herself along.

"You son of a bitch! Don't run! Get over here!!

"As long as you come here, I'll pray to the Supreme True God, and we'll live forever together in Heaven! If you dare take another step away, I'll cut you into a thousand pieces!!

"You can't escape! This entire house is bathed in the Supreme True God's divine light! Now that you've entered this house, don't even think about leaving for the rest of your life!!"

Her words were vicious, but the headless old woman was terrified inside.

Every inch of her body felt as though a branding iron had scorched it, burning through layer after layer of flesh.

The dead bugs piled along her path were enough to bury the headless old woman completely. She pushed the corpses aside with both hands and kept crawling toward Ji Feng.

She had never seen a Soul Master who could control holy light.

Ever since the angel martial soul had vanished, holy light had disappeared from the Douluo Continent.

The headless old woman had never encountered an attribute that countered her so completely. Working together with her two sons and the Supreme True God's power, she had even killed a Soul King.

How could she die at the hands of a Soul Scholar this time?

The agony was unbearable, but that was not the most frightening part.

The most frightening part was the numbness that followed the pain.

She could feel her body rapidly losing sensation amid the agony.

Apart from the pain of being burned, she could barely feel her body at all. Even the vast numbers of little bugs replenishing her were useless.

She wanted to return to the Underground Chamber. She wanted to return to the Supreme True God's embrace.

The headless old woman crawled forward a few steps, each one slower and more difficult than the last.

Her body was covered in bloody scabs left by the holy light. As she scraped against the floor, the scabs peeled away in flakes, fewer and fewer bugs spilled out, and her entire body tore apart inch by inch, turning to dust.

Crack!

The headless old woman struck something and caught for a moment.

She looked back and saw half of her lower leg broken off on the floor, its bones and flesh already burned to charcoal.

Dead bugs littered the floor around the leg bones.

Much of her body's other tissue had burned away as well. She could not see it, but she could feel it.

This patchwork body was about to crumble.

Her eyes remained fixed on the red light shining up from underground.

She hoped the red light would seep into her body, even if only a little.

But in the end, she never felt that familiar warmth again.

She saw her eldest son lying on the floor, cosplaying Gojo Satoru, and thought of her second son, whose whereabouts were unknown.

Why had it turned out like this?

He was only a ten-year-old child.

No, it wasn't just them. There were also those two bitches in the hostage room.

They must have worked together from inside and outside to kill my sons.

"You bastard! You dare lay a hand on me? I'm a believer of the Supreme True God! The Holy Spirit Cult will never spare you!"

The Holy Spirit Cult?

Ji Feng had dared to offend even Shrek Academy. Why would he fear a mere Holy Spirit Cult?

The dragon claw stabbed down, and the Holy Dragon Left Arm Bone shone.

The headless old woman's consciousness vanished as her body became a lump of charcoal.

A cold wind blew past. The charcoal crumbled, scattering black fragments everywhere.

Liu Chunmiao watched Ji Feng, the icy expression on her face gradually softening into boundless admiration.

Her hands had been covering Liu Jieqi's eyes the whole time.

The old woman was dead, and so were her sons.

Although both sisters had come from Shrek, witnessing such a horrifying death still sent fear shivering through their hearts.

She had no idea where this Ji Feng before her came from, and she had never seen his martial soul either.

He looked like he ought to be an upright gentleman.

Surely he wasn't connected to Shrek?

Did Xuan Zi know that the two of them were here?

He was only ten. Surely he wouldn't lust after their beauty and refuse to let them go?

Ji Feng looked at the charcoal on the floor and observed a minute of silence.

Someone who kept fighting after losing a hand already deserved respect. This old woman had lost her entire head and still kept trying!

What excuse did you have not to work hard!

After solemnly observing a minute of silence, Ji Feng began searching for the source of the red light.

Ji Feng was very curious about what exactly the Supreme True God was.

Beyond that, there was this red light. Could he claim it for his own use?

If he could gain the old woman's ability to survive even after being beheaded, he would not mind putting up with that disgusting soul power.

If you exploit it and I exploit it too, wouldn't that be the same as nobody exploiting it?

What did the Supreme True God look like?

It ought to be a statue.

Since she called it a god, the old woman must have made a statue and worshipped it every day.

There were three tiled-roof rooms and a storeroom in the courtyard.

The storeroom was the hostage room. Ji Feng and the old woman had already smashed it apart during their fight, and there was no statue there.

He went into the western room and found only bottles and jars of poison, probably things the eldest son had used for cultivation.

This was the eldest son's room.

Only after walking out of Ziqiang's room did Ji Feng see a statue of a beautiful woman, with a somewhat icy air about her.

"Thank you, my benefactor," Liu Chunmiao said.