Supreme Emptiness

Jian Linyuan smiled slightly, "No, no, I practice the art of slaughter."

"In my life, I only kill, not fight."

"Only those who must die will face my blade."

Jiang Fan's pupils constricted.

Was there really someone in this world who practiced the art of slaughter?

He had once read about it in an ancient book.

Among the myriad cultivation techniques, there were some extremely obscure paths.

The art of slaughter was one of them.

People who walked this path often met grim ends.

Because, at the end of cultivation, there was only one outcome: losing one's mind.

To cultivate this art, one had to practice various fierce and dangerous terrifying techniques.

And from a young age, one had to consume the blood of various violent demon beasts to cultivate a bloodthirsty lineage.

Once one made a move.

The bloodthirsty lineage would automatically activate, bringing one into a berserk, bloodthirsty state.

Hearing, vision, touch, acuity, and agility would all instantly elevate to non-human levels.

When paired with killing skills.

The combat power would be terrifying beyond compare.

The most frightening aspect was that in a bloodthirsty state, one would lose all reason.

If the opponent didn't die, one would continue to fight non-stop.

Who wouldn't be afraid of encountering such a mad and dangerous martial artist?

The art of slaughter was recognized as the combat style with the strongest destructive power.

It became obscure because the deeper one cultivated, the more one's mind would be affected by the bloodthirsty lineage.

In the end, they could never regain human clarity and reason.

Becoming completely mad and demonic.

Their fate was either being slain early by the strong or wreaking havoc after becoming demonic and being slain.

In short, no one could be exempt.

The person before him, with silver hair and a calm and wise gaze.

Was actually a practitioner of the legendary art of slaughter.

This was completely different from Jiang Fan's imagined image of a violent, unpredictable, and easily angered person.

Jiang Fan nodded, "That's even better."

"As for which sect I'm from."

"Just like you guys."

"No comment!"

With that said.

He circulated his spiritual power underfoot, preparing to use his movement technique to leave.

Jian Linyuan didn't force him.

He just smiled gracefully, "No need to say it."

"With your strength, you'll come to the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion sooner or later."

"You'll know then."

"As your future senior brother, let me give you a word of advice."

"The demon blood aura on you is emerging. If you keep killing, it will shroud you."

"At that time, you'll become a common enemy of the Demon Race."

Jiang Fan's eyes flashed.

He thought of Ye Cangyuan, who guarded this place.

He had killed too much, leading to a visible layer of blood aura flowing around him.

Remembering his words, Jiang Fan cupped his hands, "Thank you for the reminder!"

"Farewell!"

With a swoosh.

He turned into an afterimage, disappearing into the vast snowfield.

Leng Qingzhu and the others sat on the ground, somewhat dazed.

A male disciple at the Fourth Level of Core Formation suddenly asked, "We... just lost?"

The others also felt a surreal sense as if they were in a dream.

A group of prodigies from the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion, defeated miserably by a wild kid who emerged out of nowhere.

Even if it was a dream, it was an absurd dream.

But it indeed happened.

Bang—

Leng Qingzhu angrily punched the demon beast's corpse behind her.

"Where did this bastard get so many techniques?"

"It's simply absurd!"

Shang Shiqiu was also indignant, "Yeah! He's cheating!"

"Fighting with Senior Sister Leng, he used so many techniques and still managed to display a Sound Path technique!"

"It's outrageous!"

Thinking back to the types of techniques Jiang Fan used.

Roughly counted, there were as many as eight!

And the lowest were all of the Lower Earth Level.

None of them were common flashy techniques.

"Is he still human?" Leng Qingzhu felt aggrieved, tears welling up in her eyes.

In terms of strength, she was absolutely among the best at the Fifth Level of Core Formation.

Winning more often than not.

It went without saying, those below her realm, she had never been defeated by.

But today, she was thoroughly crushed by Jiang Fan.

In a short moment, he had used seven Lower Earth Level techniques.

How could anyone fight him!

Who knew.

Jian Linyuan, with his hands behind his back, looked in the direction Jiang Fan had left, and said:

"Eight Lower Earth Level techniques are only your limit of understanding."

"Not his limit."

What?

Leng Qingzhu wiped away her tears, surprised, "Senior Brother Jian, are you saying this person still has a technique he hasn't used?"

The rest were directly stunned.

Still more?

Was that guy some kind of freak in human skin?

Jian Linyuan slightly shook his head, "Not just one technique."

"Many techniques."

"The known one is an extremely dangerous soul attack technique."

"He never used it, showing mercy on you all."

Hiss!

Leng Qingzhu then recalled that Jian Linyuan had mentioned that the pangolin demon, which had previously escaped, had had its soul injured by someone.

It turned out that the one who took action was Jiang Fan!

The pangolin demon was also at the Fifth Level of Core Formation and had its soul injured.

If he used it against her, how could she fare any better?

"This guy is truly a pervert!" Leng Qingzhu clicked her tongue.

Jian Linyuan's eyes flashed with a hint of profundity, "Moreover, my intuition tells me."

"He has an extremely dangerous weapon on him."

"The last time I had this feeling was with the Pavilion Master's personal magical treasure."

What?

Leng Qingzhu's pupils shrank drastically.

The Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion Master's personal magical treasure was a... spiritual artifact!

She drew in a cold breath.

All her unwillingness at losing vanished completely.

If Jiang Fan had used soul attacks from the start and then wielded a spiritual artifact.

Her corpse would probably have already been cold.

Shang Shiqiu's mouth dropped wide open, "He... he is indeed a little monster!"

"So Senior Brother Jian, knowing this, why didn't you stop us earlier?"

"We not only made a fool of ourselves but also lost the demon core we had so hard to obtain."

Leng Qingzhu also looked at him resentfully.

Had they known Jiang Fan was that terrifying, they wouldn't have provoked him, let alone bet and fight with him.

Jian Linyuan smiled warmly, "When I said Junior Sister Leng might not be his match, who paid attention to my words?"

Upon hearing this.

Leng Qingzhu flushed, and the others also felt embarrassed.

They prided themselves as prodigies of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion; how could they take the disciples of the Nine-Sect seriously?

No one listened to any advice.

Jian Linyuan, with his hands behind his back, strolled toward the Northern Territory, saying:

"No amount of words can teach as well as a single experience."

"Spending five demon cores on a lesson you'll never forget."

"Not a loss!"

Leng Qingzhu blushed deeper.

Biting her silver teeth lightly, she asked, "Then where shall we find the Beast King now?"

Having lost so many beast cores, they had to quickly figure out a way to replenish them.

Jian Linyuan looked toward the north, his silver hair flowing, and calmly uttered a few words.

"Within the Demon Race territory."

What?

The few of them doubted their ears.

Leng Qingzhu said, "Senior Brother Jian, wouldn't the front line be safer?"

No backup existed within the Demon Race territory.

Jian Linyuan said indifferently, "Disciples of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion should behave like those of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion."

"Don't compete for profit with the disciples of the Nine-Sect."

"We'll go to dangerous places."

"Leave the Beast Kings on the front line to them."

Leng Qingzhu and the others exchanged glances and quickly followed.

Although this wasn't the only group of Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion disciples.

And not all of them would act like this, foregoing competition with Nine-Sect disciples.

But, they just had to hold to their principles.

Speaking of Jiang Fan.

After using his movement technique several times, he landed on a towering snow mountain.

He looked around.

Searching for demon beasts that had slipped past the rear defenses.

After seven or eight days of siege, most of the beasts that had crossed the lines were nearly wiped out.

As Jiang Fan considered whether to head directly to the front lines.

A snow-white spiritual horse, being chased by a ferocious Beast King at the Second Level of Core Formation, ran past the foot of the mountain.

Jiang Fan first felt a rush of joy.

A demon core was delivering itself to him.

But then his face fell.

That white spiritual horse... was Xia Chaoge's!