Chapter 640 - Killing Each Other

"S-Stop! Let us go! Our Blood Sect will hunt you and your nine generations down if you harm us!" The Blood Sect disciples shouted.

Yuan stopped walking once he was in front of these people, and he took a long and deep breath.

A strong smell of blood and corpses immediately assaulted his nose.

"Haaaa'¦"

He released a long sigh before speaking, "You know, I don't blame you for killing people. It's the nature of cultivators, after all. However, if you're going to kill someone, you better have a damn good reason."

After this sentence, Yuan suddenly lifted the Empyrean Overlord and pointed it at one of the Blood Sect disciples.

"And killing these disciples for your own entertainment is not a good reason'¦ This is why I despise evil sects. You guys are a bunch of boring individuals."

The Blood Sect disciple being pointed at suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from his throat, but he was too scared of Yuan's cold gaze to move, not to mention the pressure restricting his body, so he wasn't sure what was causing this pain.

However, the other Blood Sect disciples saw it clearly. Yuan was slowly pushing the tip of his sword into their fellow disciple's throat, penetrating the skin on his neck with no resistance like it was tofu.

"Stop! Are you really not afraid of the Blood Sect?! Our fellow disciples will definitely avenge us and hunt you down!" They began shouting.

"Hunt me? Hahaha!" Yuan moved the sword an inch forward, causing blood to flow from the disciple's neck.

He then spoke while continuing to push the sword deeper into the disciple's throat, "How will the Blood Sect learn of this if I kill all of you? How will you tell them? As a ghost?"

By the time Yuan finished his sentence, the sword was already halfway through the disciple's neck.

Of course, the disciple was already dead at this stage, but Yuan didn't retrieve his sword and continued to push his sword forward until the disciple's head was completely separated from his body.

After decapitating the disciple, Yuan swung his leg, kicking the decapitating head as though it was a ball, shocking everyone there.

The head flew so far that it disappeared into the horizon.

Yuan then turned to look at the rest of the disciples and said with a grin, "Maybe I should let one of you live so that you can avenge your friends."

"The question is'¦ which of you will live?"

"Y-You're insane'¦!" The disciples were in disbelief.

Yuan suddenly lifted the pressure restricting them and said, "I have an idea. Why don't you fight each other to death? The last one to remain standing will get to live for another day."

"Fuck you! As if we'd listen to you!"

When the disciples felt the pressure disappear, one of them immediately tried running away.

However, before he could go very far, his body would suddenly stop moving when a hole suddenly appeared in the center of his face.

"W-What happened?!"

The others were shocked to see this. No, it was because they couldn't see what had killed him that shocked them.

When they returned to looking at Yuan, they noticed something new.

There was a beautiful black dagger flying beside him.

"You can try to run, but I highly doubt you'll be faster than my flying dagger," Yuan said to them in a nonchalant voice.

"If we can't run, we'll just kill you!"

"Brothers! Let's fight him together!"

Yuan laughed upon hearing their words, "What can you ants do against me?"

The disciples then watched as Yuan start flying towards the sky.

"H-He's a Spirit Grandmaster?!"

The disciples were shocked to see him fly. They were only Spirit Warriors, so they didn't know his real cultivation base until now. Furthermore, they assumed that he was a Spirit Master at most because of his young appearance.

Now that they were aware of Yuan's cultivation, all of the hope and viciousness in their eyes disappeared.

"I will give you all one last chance. Either you fight each other to death and have a chance to survive, or I kill you all right here and now." Yuan spoke as he gazed down on them from the sky like a god.

The Blood Sect disciples gritted their teeth.

They then silently looked at each other with resolute faces.

"Don't blame me for this!"

"Die for me!"

The Blood Sect disciples began fighting each other the next moment.

If they were ordinary cultivators, they might have resisted a little more, but these people were evil cultivators.

They were selfish and bloodthirsty people. Even though they were part of the same sect, it was common for them to kill each other, as the saying 'the strong rules the weak' is even more prominent in evil sects, and there was no rule that prevented them from killing each other.

"Hahaha! That's it! Kill each other!" Yuan laughed out loud in the sky.

"Brother Yuan'¦" Xiao Hua looked at Yuan with a worried look on her face, feeling as though she was looking at an entirely different individual.

"Hm?" Yuan turned to look at Xiao Hua when he noticed her gaze.

"!!!"

When Xiao Hua saw Yuan's cold and sinister gaze, she began trembling in fear, as he reminded her of someone.

'Father'¦'

Yuan noticed the fear in Xiao Hua's eyes, so he turned back around a moment later and returned to watching the Blood Sect disciples killing each other.

It lasted a few minutes, but eventually, only one of them remained.

"I have won! Are you going to let me go now, or will you go back on your words and kill me too?!" The Blood Sect disciple shouted at Yuan.

"I won't go back on my own words. You're free to go. However, before you leave'¦"

After a moment of silence, Yuan continued, "Tell your Sect Master that if he wants to avenge his dead son Meng Li to come here in three days. I will be waiting for him."

"W-What'¦?" The Blood Sect disciple's eyes widened with shock after hearing Yuan's words.

"Y-You're responsible for Meng Li's death?!"

"I guess you can say that.." Yuan smiled calmly.