Chapter 2244 - 2245: Inhuman Massacre
Today, Ye Xunhuan is going to unleash a slaughter here. Today, Ye Xunhuan is going to tell the world he is not some lamb waiting to be butchered. He’s going to let everyone know: if Huaxia can produce one Evil Lord that makes the whole world tremble... then there will be a second, and a third!
And today, Ye Xunhuan is going to be that second Evil Lord—cutting down everything in his path, killing until everyone fears him, dreads him!
The moment Ye Xunhuan moved, Olivia moved as well. But her target wasn’t the King—it was the others.
Yet just as Ye Xunhuan and Olivia both sprang into action, a purple figure flashed, in an instant appearing right in front of the King, like some specter out of nowhere. That speed was downright terrifying, something that made people instinctively wary!
In the blink of an eye, that purple figure was already before the King, a leg shadow howling through the air as it whipped toward the King’s head.
Just as that leg shadow was about to smash into the King’s skull, the King’s right hand suddenly shot up, directly blocking that thunderbolt of a kick!
"Bang!"
A dull boom rang out, and the purple figure immediately retreated.
"Hubert!" The King locked his gaze on the old man in a purple robe, a snake-headed cane gripped in his hand!
Compared to Asmo, this old man looked a bit younger, his face glowing red, his frame slightly chubby—he seemed no different from any ordinary old man.
"King, long time no see. Your reaction speed is still that fast!"
"Asmo, Hubert, you two are both here. Where are the other two? Come out together!" the King said coldly.
"They didn’t come. No need for you to get nervous. Our Tzimisce clan still needs guardians—if we all die, the Tzimisce will be wiped out." Hubert said lightly, "But just the two of us are enough to make you choke on your own blood."
"You two can’t kill me."
"Did we say we were going to kill you?" Hubert’s voice was soft. "Once the Marshal cleans up the others, add Blood Phoenix to the mix—then the four of us will join forces and see who dies."
The King’s face instantly darkened. If those four joined hands, the King could guarantee that the one who died would absolutely be him—and without the slightest suspense.
The King took a long, deep breath. "Before you four can join up, I’ll take the two of you out first."
"Then let’s see you try."
As his words fell, Hubert and Asmo charged toward the King almost at the same instant.
At the same time, Ye Xunhuan and Olivia struck out at the others, instantly throwing them into total panic. Some even started looking for a chance to run.
Because this is Ye Xunhuan and Olivia—when those two work together, it’s never as simple as one plus one equals two.
Of course, if these people could truly unite, all of them joining forces and fighting Ye Xunhuan and Olivia to the death, then the result would definitely be mutual destruction.
But how could they possibly be of one heart?
Before they came here, every single one of them had their own little schemes. Now it’s even less likely they’ll work together, and that lets Ye Xunhuan and Olivia rampage like War Gods, completely unstoppable, tearing through everything in their way!
"Swish!"
The sharp sword in Ye Xunhuan’s hand slashed out. That fierce sword light was like a rainbow piercing heaven and earth, crashing down from the sky with the thunderous force of splitting bamboo!
"Crack!"
The sword light descended, like a deafening thunderclap, piercingly loud, like a landmine detonating out of nowhere. The surroundings were blasted into fine dust, and the ground split open with a massive crack, like it had been cut by a giant saw.
The terrifying destructive force sent countless people flying, that brutal energy punching straight through bodies, dropping one after another into pools of blood.
In that instant, the entire battlefield was plunged into pure chaos. Thick blood and bodies growing cold by the second fused into a hellish Asura scene that made fear crawl up from the depths of the soul.
And inside that Asura purgatory, Ye Xunhuan was like the Asura King himself, holding the power of life and death in his hands. Here, Ye Xunhuan was absolute royalty, unmatched by anyone.
Kill one every ten steps, go a thousand miles without stopping!
Right now, Ye Xunhuan was bringing that saying to life in the most ruthless way possible.
Sword in hand, Ye Xunhuan was like the Grim Reaper, like a demon king—if his eyes locked onto you, don’t even dream of surviving.
He was truly on a killing spree, not just scaring people.
As for what would happen to the Holy War if these people were all slaughtered—that was none of Ye Xunhuan’s concern. After all, if you’re not in that position, you don’t worry about that business.
Besides, even if the Holy War does break out, so what? The European Superpower Users and others aren’t going to go massacre ordinary civilians, right?
And honestly, do you take the King for an idiot?
There’s no way he’d line up all his elite troops for others to see. So whether these people live or die doesn’t really matter for the outbreak of the Holy War.
The real key is how many top-tier experts each side has. That’s the true power behind a Holy War.
And among the Protectors of the Nation, there’s still Lin Yuhai, who might have reached the Heaven Origin realm. If he makes a move, who’d dare stir up waves?
So Ye Xunhuan figured that the King had planned all of this from the start. These people were sent here just to die.
And the King’s purpose in doing this was to make his grand plan easier to push forward.
Even though Ye Xunhuan had seen through the King’s intentions, he still had no thought of backing down. Isn’t this the kind of scene you want?
Fine, I’ll give you exactly this kind of scene. Keep coming at me!
Let’s see whether my life is tougher, or your schemes are more vicious!
In no time at all, the surroundings turned into an ancient battlefield. Aside from the lack of horses, there was slaughter everywhere—thick blood, corpses all over the ground.
Blood slowly pooled together, as if it were about to form a river of gore.
Ye Xunhuan was killing; Olivia had never even thought about stopping. After all, she wasn’t from Huaxia. Who lives, who dies—it doesn’t mean much to her.
Of course, Ye Xunhuan must not die here. Otherwise, Olivia would go insane. She’s been lonely for far, far too long. Now that she’s finally met someone who matches her taste, how could she bear to let Ye Xunhuan die?
"Splurt!"
The razor-sharp blade slid across a woman’s neck. Her head instantly tumbled from her shoulders, and scarlet blood sprayed out like a fountain.
Here, there’s no talk of humanity at all. This place is soaked in killing, steeped in the darkest side of human nature.
Here, everything depends on your fists—just like when people fought for the world in ancient times. If your fist and your strength are tough enough, then the world is yours!
"Sweeping through ten thousand troops!" Ye Xunhuan let out a low roar, and the sword in his hand slashed out in a wide arc!