From Sword to Slaughter: Evolution

"This guy..." Xiaofeng's face changed drastically as he witnessed the scene unfold.

Initially, he thought today's plan was foolproof, but now, seeing the situation, doubt crept into his heart.

No, it's impossible.

With three ninth-tier warriors and nine eighth-tier warriors, they couldn't possibly fail, right?

One of the ninth-tier warriors, wielding a ghostly blue sword, was the first to charge forward—Ou Feng, known as the "Poison Blade."

As his energy surged into the sword, the blade emitted a bright, eerie blue glow.

"An A-rank weapon, even at its peak, is still just an A-rank sword," Ren Xing laughed as he watched Ou Feng approach.

In his hand was the Soul Cleaver, an S-rank weapon!

Phantom Dance!

As Ou Feng lunged, Ren Xing unleashed his sword's skill. Instantly, his figure split into dozens of afterimages, accompanied by countless sword lights, all rushing toward Ou Feng!

Ou Feng's eyes narrowed as he halted in place, raising his glowing blue sword to block the incoming flurry.

Clang, clang, clang—

The sound of blades clashing echoed as the two engaged in a furious exchange.

Damn it!

Ou Feng's expression darkened. Ren Xing's attack speed was far too fast, even for a ninth-tier warrior like him.

Rip—

In a moment of distraction, his clothes were slashed, and a sharp pain flared across his arm.

He had been struck!

Absorbing the ninth-tier warrior's blood, gaining 9 energy points.

"Ninth-tier blood certainly gives a lot more energy," Ye Fan remarked.

Ren Xing had managed to cut Ou Feng's arm, and the blood splattered from the wound was instantly absorbed by the Soul Cleaver.

Ou Feng retreated to a safer distance.

"Ou Feng, are you telling me you can't even kill an eighth-tier warrior?" a large sword-wielding warrior growled coldly.

"Why don't you try for yourself, Huang Qi," Ou Feng snapped, glaring at an older man nearby.

"Hmph."

With a sneer, the elder named Huang Qi, wielding an oversized sword, swung it in a wide arc. A terrifying wave of fire surged from the blade, barreling toward Ren Xing!

"Fool."

Ren Xing snorted, channeling his energy once more into the Soul Cleaver.

Infernal Flame Soul Slash!

In response, a more powerful wave of white fire erupted from Ren Xing's sword, clashing with the incoming flames. The resulting explosion echoed through the air.

However, Ren Xing's white fire was far stronger. After obliterating Huang Qi's fiery attack, it continued surging toward him!

What kind of skill is this!?

Huang Qi's eyes widened in shock. He hastily summoned all his energy, forming a shield of pure energy in front of him.

Boom—

The white flames crashed into the barrier, sending Huang Qi stumbling several steps backward. As the flames finally dissipated, Ren Xing was already charging forward!

Consuming more of his blood essence, Ren Xing continued pouring energy into the Soul Cleaver, causing the sword to release even more blood-red energy.

With every passing moment, his power increased!

Enhanced by various skills, Ren Xing's strength now surpassed that of an average ninth-tier warrior!

In the blink of an eye, Ren Xing was upon one of the eighth-tier warriors wielding a warhammer.

"Die!"

Though fear flickered in the warhammer wielder's eyes, he quickly regained his composure and swung his weapon at Ren Xing.

Clang—

The Soul Cleaver met the warhammer in a deafening clash. The warrior was forced back several steps, and dark energy splashed across his body, leaving scorched marks and tiny craters on his skin.

The intense pain filled the warrior with dread.

To make matters worse, he noticed that his warhammer was now riddled with cracks!

How is this possible!?

This warhammer was an A-rank weapon!

Shing—

Before he could react, Ren Xing struck again, not pausing for even a moment.

Clang—

This time, the warhammer shattered into two pieces under the force of Ren Xing's sword.

"Farewell!"

With those words, Ren Xing slashed down, instantly killing the eighth-tier warrior!

"Damn it!"

From behind, a ninth-tier warrior wielding a long halberd swung at Ren Xing, but he deftly dodged the attack.

Boom—

The halberd struck the ground where Ren Xing had been standing, leaving a massive crater.

Killing an eighth-tier warrior, gaining 8,000 evolution points.

Absorbing the eighth-tier warrior's blood, gaining 8 energy points.

...

As the slain eighth-tier warrior's blood was drawn into the Soul Cleaver, the sword absorbed it greedily.

"This sword... can it absorb blood!?" the remaining warriors gasped in disbelief.

"Hmph, ninth-tier warriors aren't that impressive," Ren Xing scoffed.

The Soul Cleaver, having absorbed the fresh blood, returned a portion of the energy back to Ren Xing, replenishing the energy he had used.

Not only that, but the residual energy from the slain eighth-tier warrior continued to be devoured by the Soul Cleaver, further empowering Ren Xing.

The rush of power flooding into his body made Ren Xing's eyes widen with exhilaration.

The feeling was intoxicating!

"This weapon... it must be an S-rank or higher!" one of the warriors exclaimed, excitement creeping into their voice.

The fact that the sword could shatter an A-rank warhammer left no other explanation—only an S-rank or higher weapon could have such destructive power!

"It seems you were telling the truth, Xiaofeng. This is indeed a formidable sword," the surrounding warriors said, casting knowing glances at Xiaofeng before turning their hungry eyes toward Ren Xing's Soul Cleaver.

After absorbing the blood, the sword now exuded even more terrifying killing intent, the aura of death and destruction palpable in the air.

"Let's kill him first. We'll discuss how to split the sword later," declared the ninth-tier warrior holding the halberd.

He could feel it—Ren Xing's current state was bizarre. Alone, he might be difficult to handle.