Tang Feng stood quietly on the spot, staring at the tragic scene in front of him that he had orchestrated and directed with his own hands, without a hint of emotion on his face.

  This world is like that, you slash me with a knife, I stab you with a sword. Since you bully the few with your many, don't blame me for being ruthless and merciless.

  Don't you see that lions and tigers have gained a reputation for their ferocity, but who pities the poor sheep? In this world, it has always been the strong preying on the weak, and the slaughter of millions makes even ghosts and spirits tremble!

  Rivers of blood flow, mountains of corpses pile up, and the drifting bodies float! Every moment, someone dies, severed limbs and fresh blood fly everywhere, wails and mournful cries fill the air.

  The color of the sky has become as gorgeous as blood.

  Bai Xiaochun's hand trembled as he grasped Tang Feng's clothes, his teeth chattering. Despite being a powerful cultivator of the Heavenly stage, he had never seen such a terrifying and bloody scene before. The area in front of him, which was only a few square miles in size, had turned into an abattoir. The thick smell of blood that filled the air, the intestines scattered all over the ground still writhing, it was like a terrible nightmare stimulating Bai Xiaochun's not-so-weak nerves.

  "Afeng... what's wrong with them? Is it the bottle of medicine you dropped into the river that's causing this?" asked Bai Xiaolou, his face somewhat pale.

  Tang Feng nodded slightly: "Like a dream, an invincible and tyrannical poison, after being exposed to sunlight, it will produce toxic gas. After inhaling it, all kinds of hallucinations will occur, these hallucinations drive them crazy, make them bloodthirsty, make them indiscriminately... slaughter each other!"

  Poison comes in many varieties, including lethal poison, disabling poison, hallucinogenic poison and so on. No one understands poisonous substances better than the Tangmen disciples, who know how to use them skillfully.

  It's a kind of hallucinogenic poison and also a ruthless one, because it spreads through airflow and covers too wide an area.

  Poison is indeed just like mushrooms, each poison has a beautiful name, the more beautiful the name, the more overbearing the medicine.

  It's precisely because of the dreamlike illusion that Tang Feng can thoroughly disintegrate the combat effectiveness of these 2,500 people without having to personally take action. If it were any other poison, it wouldn't have achieved such a remarkable outcome.

  Like a dream, colorless and odorless, the Five Breaths only disperse their medicinal properties after being exposed to sunlight. Today's wind direction is extremely favorable for Tang Feng, who has also chosen this location to distribute the 2,500 people on both sides of the small river. During the conversation between the four deputy hall masters and Tang Feng, everyone had already inhaled the Like a Dream.

  But after all, there were more than 2,000 people, and the poisonous medicine that had been refined for a whole night was just a small bottle. So Tang Feng threw the bottle into the river water, and the poison in the bottle slowly dissolved into the water, swinging its medicinal properties as it flowed with the river water, expanding the area of the poison's effect, little by little making them hallucinate.

  After hearing Tang Feng's words, Bai Xiaolou now understands why he said those things after looking at the sky last night. It was because he had already thought of this scenario by last night. And the two pale blue pills refined out are obviously the antidotes.

  Bai Xiaolou finally understood why Tang Feng came here to delay time, and why he didn't let the people from Tianxiu get close. Everything made sense now.

  Indeed, if Tian Xiu's people rush over at this time, they will also be poisoned. The antidote is only two pills and has been taken. When they are poisoned again, who can save them?

  At this time, the tragic birth was also noticed by a group of people from Tianxiu.

  Three elders and over a thousand disciples stared blankly at the bizarre scene two miles away, unable to make sense of how all this had come about.

  An army of two thousand five hundred! Each and every one of them is a cultivator, among whom there are some top-notch masters, so why... would they slaughter each other? And with such ferocity?

  If it is said that Tang Feng can persuade some of them to leave, although the possibility is very small, Yi Ruochen and the other three elders can still accept. But... who would tell them that Tang Feng actually set up internal divisions and then killed each other? The three elders will never believe it.

  Everyone isn't an idiot, is it? How can they accept such a ridiculous thing?

  Since they were relatively far away, the hellish scene before them didn't have as strong of a visual impact. However, even so, when blood splattered and limbs flew everywhere, many of the Tianxu disciples who had never experienced real battle before couldn't help but bend over and vomit.

  It's just that if they really throw themselves into it, those timid and delicate brothers might also be able to fight the enemy with blood all over their bodies. But when you just look at them with your eyes, sometimes you feel terrified and can't accept it.

  "What's wrong over there?"

  Tie Luo Hong swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and Hua Rong's face also turned slightly pale: "Not clear, Yi Shijie, should we go up to help?"

  Yi Ruo was about to nod, but suddenly remembered the serious and slightly warning words Tang Feng said before he left. Tang Feng's words were very serious, especially the last sentence.

  So, Yi Ruochen slowly shook his head: "No! When Feng Er left, let's not get close to Jing'an City. Moreover, looking at this, these two thousand or so people can't stir up any waves. And with Bai Shijie protecting him, he doesn't have any danger."

  "But... " Han Rou hesitated: "Do we have to wait here?"

  "Wait! Let's wait until the wind tells us it's safe to pass!" Yiru Chen said resolutely.

  A scene from fifteen years ago, and the present are so similar! Only fifteen years ago it was because of a woman, a gun! But now, it's because of that woman's son! Is this family one by one all born to be killers?

  An army of two thousand five hundred people, from the beginning of the riot to now, has passed in less than half a time, but nearly half have been killed or injured, and many more are falling down one after another.

  Up until now, two thousand five hundred people, only a few vice hall masters with high and profound strength can remain sober, while everyone else has fallen into madness.

  They waved their weapons, staring ceaselessly, and when the weapons were gone, they used their fists to punch, their feet to kick, and their teeth to bite. The fresh blood stimulated everyone's nerves.

  There were also many who didn't know any better, and rushed towards Tang Feng, but after being hit by his dream-like illusion, they couldn't even muster the energy to retaliate. They weren't even worthy of being Tang Feng's opponents, so there was no need for Bai Xiaolou to intervene. One by one, Tang Feng killed them off, and as a bonus, he condensed their souls into dark spirits.

  "Alright, Lazy Sister, let's go take care of those deputy hall masters." Tang Feng slowly stepped onto the battlefield, with Bai Xiaolou closely following behind him.

  To deal with these people, Tang Feng didn't even bother to use his hidden weapons. The hidden weapons in his hands were jointly crafted by Tang Fei and Si Niang, of quite good quality, so using them on these people would be a waste.

  He drew Ye Chen's soft sword from the Shadow Space and chopped his way through, as simple as cutting cabbage, with no one able to get within a zhang of him.

  Bai Xiaolou directly did it, the girl originally loved cleanliness, now these people are almost all covered in blood, how would she let them get close to her, the enemy was still five zhang away, but was electrocuted into charcoal by her.

  Tang Feng didn't need any fancy sword moves, just simple thrusts and slashes, each strike aimed to kill, every step left a bloody footprint.

  One step kills one person, heart stops but hands don't stop. Blood flows for ten thousand miles, corpses pile up to the heavenly pillar!

  I'd rather have all people gnash their teeth in hatred, than be taught to curse my name. Looking out at the world of thousands and millions of miles, where is there a hero who doesn't kill? Killing one person is considered a crime, killing ten thousand is considered heroic, having killed nine hundred million, I am the greatest hero among heroes!

  Kill! Kill! Kill! All obstacles in front of him were cleared, and Tang Feng didn't even notice the blood splashing from his enemies' bodies. He let that blood stain himself, dyeing himself into a bloody man.

  Every time he killed someone, Tang Feng would reach out and wipe his forehead, and a dark soul would instantly condense.

  Four deputy hall masters of the Giant Sword Sect, Wu Bu Po has already died, leaving three people. They had just retreated into the crowd, thinking it was a safe place, but unexpectedly this is a dangerous place.

  Those who have lost their sanity may not pose a threat to them, but they will not be able to break through the siege for the time being. They are now aware that killing people is also quite troublesome, especially when it comes to killing so many people.

  Things have come to this point, and they also know that it's impossible to turn back. Now they just want to kill their way out of the blood road and run as far away as possible.

  But what's even worse is that in their minds, some inexplicable hallucinations keep flashing by, and every time they kill someone, they feel a thrill of excitement, accompanied by infinite pleasure. They become more and more infatuated with this feeling, wanting to indulge in it, immerse themselves in it.

  All three of them knew this feeling was quite bad, and anyone with a bit of sanity wouldn't take killing people as fun.

  Killing is just a means, a bloody means to achieve an end.

  However, the three of them couldn't shake off the hallucinations and urges in their minds, which greatly affected their chances of escaping.

  Tang Feng and Bai Xiaolou arrived at Ding Chuan's side, where the deputy hall master was pinching the neck of a giant sword sect disciple. With a fierce twist, he broke the disciple's life force, then shook his own head vigorously, his body even swaying slightly as if trying to drive out the hallucinations in his mind.

  He is now covered in blood, with some entrails and flesh hanging from his clothes, it's unclear whose they are.

  Tang Feng hadn't even had time to react when Bai Xiaolou charged forward, his two palms weaving a web of electricity that crackled and popped as it enveloped Ding Chuan's body.

  Liu Dingjiang didn't even have time to resist before being killed by Bai Xiaochun with a single palm strike.

  Tang Feng stepped forward and condensed the dark soul of Liuding River into a tangible form. He called out to Bai Xiaolou, heading towards their next target.

  Having killed so many people and condensed so many yin souls, Tang Feng gradually figured out some of the ways. When condensing yin souls, the corpse must be relatively intact. If it's missing an arm or a leg, it can still be condensed, but if it's cut into several pieces, it won't work.

  On that day, Nan Feng was cut in half by Tang Feng's sword and was severely damaged, so it couldn't be condensed.

  These people are no longer using their Qi, and Tang Feng can't tell what their actual strength is. He doesn't care about anything else; as long as he sees one, he kills one, and with each kill, he refines his Qi once.

  This journey has condensed over a hundred yin souls, most of which are Xuan-ranked, and several are Di-ranked, bringing Tang Feng a tremendous boost.