Then in a slow and low voice, like a dream, he said: "The sun is high at three poles, the bloody hand slaughtered the city, the thoughts intersected and the illusion was born, but I wish to have a long dream and not wake up!"

  Every word he spoke, the killing intent on Tang Feng's body grew thicker, and that gloomy feeling surged out like a tidal wave. When Tang Feng finished speaking, his narrowed eyes suddenly opened wide, and the four deputy hall masters standing in front of him were shocked to see that in Tang Feng's eyes, a bloody red wasteland had appeared.

  Endless bloody sea, rolling skulls, piled up corpses, flowing blood drifting coffin! And countless illusory shadows formed by demons and monsters, ferociously pounced over with bared teeth and claws.

  A chill ran up the spines of all four deputy hall masters, from their toes to the top of their heads. As they were at the peak of the Earth Stage realm, they involuntarily shifted their gazes away, for they too felt a deep-seated fear.

  Bai Xiaolou, who was standing behind Tang Feng, didn't see this scene, but the feeling that appeared after being ambushed on their way back from Jing'an City reappeared.

  Tang Feng's body, with him as the center, seemed to spread out a thick blood, quickly flooding this land, flooding those two thousand five hundred people. In the constantly flowing blood, countless mournful cries were heard, shouting and screaming, this area of dozens of miles in diameter instantly became desolate.

  Although it was just an illusion, Bai Xiaolou still felt deeply at that moment, and the feeling was even stronger than last time.

  Tang Feng slowly clenched his large hand into a fist, revealing a mouthful of white, sharp teeth like a fierce beast as he smiled savagely.

  "Hahaha......" Tang Feng laughed wildly, his eyes like a hawk overlooking the world, looking down on everything, unbridled and unrestrained, I am the only one who is supreme!

  Men should kill people, killing without mercy. The unfinished business of a thousand autumns is all in the killing!

  Accompanied by Tang Feng's laughter, several mournful cries suddenly came from behind the crowd.

  The four deputy hall masters' faces changed, and Liuchuan turned his head towards the back and shouted: "What's going on?"

  Those few mournful cries were absolutely the shouts people make before they die, brief and urgent.

  From behind the crowd came a panicked shout: "Wanjiantang... one of Wanjiantang's disciples has killed his fellow disciple!"

  The words had barely fallen when the crowd erupted in a series of mournful cries, accompanied by the screeching sound of swords slicing into flesh. Within two short breaths, over a dozen anguished wails pierced the air.

  The veins on Ding's forehead bulged, his eyes blazed with fury as he glared at Wu Buqi, and he cursed loudly: "You son of a bitch, Wu Buqi! You still dare to say you're not a traitor? Come on, take my life!"

  The other two deputy hall masters were also initially only suspicious, but with the shout from the back of the crowd and Tang Feng's words, they instantly believed that Wu Bu Po and Wan Jian Fei led a rebellion against the Giant Sword Sect. So at the same time as Ding Chuan made his move, they also threw a punch and a slap at Wu Bu Po standing beside them.

  Wu Bu Po was originally bewildered, how could he have expected such a turn of events? Whether or not he had betrayed the Giant Sword Sect, only he himself knew in his heart. But with Wan Jian Tang's younger brother making such a move, it directly pushed him into an irredeemable situation, and even if he now had a mouth all over his body, he still couldn't explain clearly.

  Three deputy hall masters came to attack Wu Bu Po, who was still in a daze. He was wondering if Wan Jian Fei had betrayed the Giant Sword Sect and made him a scapegoat. Before he could finish his thought, he was hit by the attacks of his three fellow disciples.

  Wu Bupo hastily activated his aura to resist the fatal damage, feeling as if his internal organs had been rearranged, spitting out a mouthful of blood. A large pit was sunken in his back, created by a deputy hall master's fist, and several ribs were directly broken.

  Wu Fudang's eyes locked onto Tang Feng, who was standing not far in front of him with a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth. Wu Fudang struggled to raise the weapon in his hand and snarled: "This is a conspiracy! This is the conspiracy of this little one! Even if I die, I won't let you off easy, you yellow-mouthed brat!"

  While speaking, Wu Bu broke through and disregarded the attacks of his three fellow disciples, raising his weapon to chop at Tang Feng.

  Tang Feng's hand shook, and the spinning wheel of the Geng Bing level flew out, pouring into a body of Geng Qi. The sharp spinning wheel, under Tang Feng's control, broke through Wu Bu Po's defense and cut to his throat.

  Wu Bupo was attacked by three of his fellow disciples who were no weaker than him when he was completely unguarded, and had already lost more than half his life. At this moment, he was only holding on to a thread of life, wanting to pull Tang Feng down with him. The defensive aura on his body could no longer withstand the attack of the halberd, and the Turning Wheel easily broke through his throat, bringing out a string of blood, and returned to Tang Feng's hand.

  Wu Bupo's soft and fluffy body fell to the ground in front of Tang Feng, who stretched out a hand and pressed it against Wu's forehead. With a turn of his mind, he condensed a dark soul.

  Three deputy hall masters stared foolishly at this scene, even if 6 Ding Chuan's nerves were as numb as ever, he now understood that Tang Feng and Wu Bu Po were no longer on the same path. Otherwise, how could Tang Feng be so ruthless in killing his opponent?

  It's clear that everyone is already dead, what's the point?

  Ding Chuan was stunned for a moment before glaring at Tang Feng, just about to make his move, but was held back by the other two deputy hall masters.

  The two of them looked at Bai Xiaolou warily, and Sixth Master Chuan slowly shook his head.

  A strong person at the lower level of Tianjie can defeat twenty people at the peak of Dijie. At this moment, even if they all come together, they cannot defeat the woman in front of them.

  Besides, this Tianjie strongman may not be just a lower-grade Tianjie. She has been standing quietly here and hasn't shown any intention of taking action. Why would the two deputy hall masters let Liu Dingchuan provoke her?

  "Kill those troublemakers first, there must be a traitor among the disciples!" One of the deputy hall masters deduced, otherwise how could it be so coincidental that a Wan Jian Tang disciple started killing people just now?

  As he spoke, he pulled 6 Ding Chuan back into the crowd with force, for only in the crowd were they safe.

  From start to finish, Tang Feng and Bai Xiaolou just looked at each other, without any intention of taking action.

  Tang Feng's face was calm and serene, while Bai Xiao's face was bewildered.

  "What...what's going on?" Bai Xiaochun stared blankly at the 2,500-strong army in front of him, which was now in a state of utter chaos. The originally neat and tidy formation had broken down into countless smaller groups, each surrounding one or two Giant Sword Sect disciples who seemed to have gone mad. These disciples' eyes were bright red, and they seemed somewhat out of their minds. Most of them were covered in blood, wildly swinging the weapons in their hands as they attacked everything around them.

  There were familiar fellow students constantly calling out their names, but they couldn't hear them at all and didn't react in any way. They just kept wildly slashing and stabbing, their moves completely unstructured, without using any internal energy, just like an ordinary person who had lost their mind and rushed into the crowd.

  However, one thing they have in common is that these seemingly crazy people all have relatively low strength, and are all at the Yellow Rank and Refining Qi stage.

  No one knows what nerve they struck, but after shouting for a while, these madmen not only didn't stop, but became even more violent.

  These people's irritability and restlessness were like a chain reaction, gradually more and more people fell into this state, all with red eyes, heavy breathing, looking like furious bulls.

  A giant sword sect disciple was about to help up a fellow disciple who had mysteriously fallen to the ground, and just as he helped him up, a cold light flashed by, his arm felt a sharp pain, and his entire arm flew out. The next moment, blood splattered everywhere, and the fellow disciple who had been helped up had a ferocious smile on his face, staring at him with a silly grin. Before he could even let out a cry, this fellow disciple struck again, slashing down at his head. The last thing he saw was his own headless body.

  A man was pushed and shoved by the crowd, before he could even steady his footing, a long sword was thrust into his back. The sword pierced through his body, and when he looked down, he could still see the blood-stained tip of the sword. He swung his sword in a wide arc towards the rear, but before he could even raise his weapon, four or five more blades were plunged into his body.

  There was another man, laughing loudly on the surface, constantly chopping people, and being chopped by others. His two legs had already been severed, but he seemed to be unaware of the pain, using one hand to prop himself up on the ground, and the other hand holding a weapon, constantly swinging his sword at the legs and feet around him, with blood splashing everywhere.

  There was another person, who after being hacked by his companions on the side for over a dozen times, then slashed open his own chest with one sword, convulsing while using his hand to desperately dig at his chest, and soon became still.

  ……

  All sorts of tragedies were staged in this army of 2,500 people, and unbelievable ways of dying were born today. The 2,500 people fell into chaos, at first, those with red eyes were only Huang Jie and Lian Mai, but gradually, Xuan Jie joined in, and later, even Di Jie, who was slightly weaker, joined in as well.

  They were all without exception, no one used martial arts, but like beasts, relying on their primitive instincts, using the weapons in their hands to leave bloody memories for the people around them or for themselves.

  Two thousand five hundred people, only about five hundred were left awake, and the number was getting smaller and smaller. They were surrounded by several times their companions, although killing these companions did not require any effort, whether it was Huang Jie or Di Jie, one came and one died. However, this Asura training hell-like scene, this bloody tragedy, made them shudder at all times.

  They were afraid of becoming like their companions themselves.

  Death is not scary, what's scary is the feeling of waiting for death!

  The morning mist has dispersed, but the blood flowing on the ground seems to be able to dye the entire sky red!