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"Butcher!"

Kundi's head was being trampled on, his entire face contorted in agony. The excruciating pain of having his Immortal King essence severed drove him almost insane. He roared, his voice filled with resentment and unwillingness.

He was an unparalleled giant from another realm, who had traversed countless ages and surveyed the rise and fall of eras. He had never suffered such humiliation.

They were trampled underfoot like ants!
The essence of the Immortal King was coughed up from his mouth, staining the butcher's boots, which had been stained with the blood of countless powerful figures. The once mighty Immortal Refining Pot above his head was now shattered, with only a few fragments remaining, groaning in pain, echoing the anger in his heart.

"How dare you insult me ​​like this! Immortal King of the Otherworld, I swear I will fight you to the death!"

Kundi's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the butcher's indifferent face, trying to struggle, but the foot seemed to bear the weight of the eternal sky, suppressing all his strength and making him unable to move an inch.

The Crimson King beside him was in an even more miserable state. His Time Beast Eyes were dim and lifeless, and the laws of time around him were in disarray. His Immortal King body had just been destroyed by a single blow. Although it was barely reassembled, it was covered with cracks, like a piece of porcelain about to shatter.

The essence of time seeped continuously from the cracks, dripping into the Boundary Sea, causing the waves to sometimes flow faster and sometimes flow backward, falling into a chaotic vortex of time and space.

Hearing Kundi's roar, he also raised his head, his eyes burning with a mad flame.

"Butcher! You sever my foundation and cut off my path! This hatred... this hatred is eternal! I, the Crimson King, swear by time that I will make you forever fall into the chaotic currents of time and space, and suffer the torment of countless reincarnations!"

His voice trembled with extreme anger, and his Time Beast Eyes stared intently at the butcher, wishing he could devour his flesh and sleep on his skin.

The Sword King clutched his severed arm, where terrifying killing laws clung, preventing his flesh from regenerating. His face was as pale as paper, but his eyes were sharp as knives, filled with hatred.

He was known as the King of Knives, having devoted his life to the art of the sword. He believed he had reached the pinnacle of skill in this art, but today, under the butcher's blade, he felt like a child wielding a knife, utterly vulnerable.

Even his own sword was suppressed by the opponent's terrifying killing intent, emitting a mournful cry.

This is a denial and trampling of his life's work!

"My blade... my path..." The Blade King's voice was hoarse, filled with despair and resentment. "Butcher! You destroyed my foundation, which is no different from killing me! The Otherworld... will never let you go!"

Another powerful immortal king from another realm, with a burly body, was now curled up in the dust of the shattered ancient world. His chest had been pierced by the sword energy, his royal bones were broken, and his very essence was also severely damaged.

He roared, his voice like that of a wounded beast: "Butcher! The humiliation you have inflicted on us today will be repaid a hundredfold in the future! Our realm is filled with powerful figures, and one day we will flatten the heavens and slaughter you all!"

His eyes were filled with resentment, and he was determined to remember the butcher's tall figure, to imprint this humiliation deep into his soul.

There was also a female immortal king, whose beautiful face was now pale and disheveled, with blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Her supreme magic had been broken by the butcher's blade, and the backlash had shaken her very soul.

She stared at the butcher, her beautiful eyes filled with fear and resentment: "You...you executioner! You slaughtered kings, you will surely be punished by heaven! The day our powerful reinforcements arrive will be the day you perish!"

The kings roared in fury, their resentment soaring to the heavens. Their anger intertwined, almost overturning this boundary sea, causing countless floating and broken ancient realms around them to tremble and emit unbearable humming.

They were all powerful figures who dominated their respective regions; how could they have ever suffered such severe injuries and humiliation?

With Daoji severed, the path ahead is almost cut off, which is even more painful than killing them!
The butcher listened indifferently to their curses and swears, his foot on Kundi's head not even moving an inch.

The crimson halo around him slowly rotated, absorbing all the terrifying resentment and malevolent energy emanating from the kings, which made the bone knife in his hand hum even more cheerfully.

Once the roars of the kings had subsided somewhat, he slowly spoke, his voice calm yet carrying an indifference as if looking down upon ants.

"Just impotent rage."

These five short words were like a bucket of ice water poured on the kings' burning rage, making them feel a chill to the bone and even more humiliated.

The butcher's gaze swept over Kundi's distorted face, over the Crimson King's resentful eyes, over the Blade King's despairing expression, and over every other alien immortal king giant.

"If it weren't for my mission, I would spare your lives."

He paused slightly, and the bone knife in his hand, stained with the blood of countless immortal kings, trembled gently. A murderous aura that made the souls of all the kings tremble instantly spread out.

"At this moment, you are already withered bones floating in the Boundary Sea, and you don't even have the right to bark here."

His words were completely calm, as if he were stating a very simple fact.

"Being alive is something to be grateful for, not something to complain about."

"what--!"

Upon hearing this, the Crimson King went completely mad. He struggled to stand up, with fragments of time flying around him, but he could not shake the Butcher's invisible pressure.

He roared hoarsely, his voice tearing through the void of the Boundary Sea: "Butcher! Don't be so smug! You are nothing but someone else's lackey now! Do you really think you can live so carefree for long?"

"The strength of my realm today is beyond your imagination! When our powerful reinforcements arrive, you, and the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths behind you, will all be reduced to dust!" His eyes flashed with a mad and venomous light as he stared intently at the butcher.

"At that time, even death will be a luxury for you! Your soul will be suppressed for eternity, suffering endless torment, and your true spirit will be cast into the abyss of eternal damnation, never to be reborn!"

"You will follow in our footsteps, no, you will be a thousand times more miserable than us!"

At this moment, Kundi also let out a low growl; although his head was being trampled, his resentment was as solid as a tangible substance:
"The Crimson King is right! Butcher, you have no idea what you are facing! Before such beings, you are nothing but a slightly larger ant! What you have done today will surely bring you annihilation one day!"

The Sword King gripped his broken sword tightly with his remaining left hand; the blade hummed, but with a sorrowful hum.

"Our realm's resources far exceed your comprehension, Butcher. Not killing us today will be your biggest mistake!"

The female immortal king also screamed:

"You'll regret this! You'll definitely regret showing mercy today!"

Despite the kings' increasingly fierce curses and threats, the butcher's expression remained unchanged.

He even looked down at Kundi, who was still struggling at his feet.

"Finished?"

He asked casually.

Then, he lifted his foot from Kundalini's head.

Just as Kundi thought he was going to let him go, and a sliver of hope arose in his heart.

The butcher swung his knife backhand, the back of the blade striking Kundi heavily on the spine.

"Crack!"

A sickening cracking sound rang out, and Kundi let out a muffled groan. His entire body, like a kite with a broken string, was violently sent flying, crashing into dozens of waves made up of remnants of the world in the distance before he could barely regain his footing. But his spine was broken, and his aura was even more depleted.

"Sparing your lives is already a favor."

The butcher sheathed his knife and stood tall, his blood-red figure towering in the surging sea of ​​the realm. Surrounded by the shattered dust of the ancient realm and the blood essence of the immortal kings scattered by the kings, he appeared as a demon god returning from hell.

"If you keep making noise, I'll cut you down again and see how many more blows your crumbling foundations can withstand."

The cold words, devoid of any murderous intent, instantly silenced the Crimson King, the Blade King, and all the otherworldly immortal kings who had been cursing and swearing.

A chill ran from the soles of their feet straight up to the top of their heads.

They had no doubt that the butcher was capable of such a thing.

With his foundation already damaged, if he were to be struck by that terrifying killing blade again, his very essence would likely crumble on the spot, and he would die and his Dao would vanish.

All the anger, all the resentment, all the curses, were forcibly suppressed by the fear of death at this moment.

They stared intently at the butcher, their eyes still filled with hatred, but dared not utter another sound.

The waves of the Boundary Sea still surge, and amidst the rolling waves, countless shattered ancient realms and universes rise and fall.

From the depths of darkness in the distance, the chilling whispers echoed once more, as if the lingering remnants of the immortal kings, long since corrupted by darkness, were witnessing yet another bloodbath in the Boundary Sea, wailing over the fall and humiliation of their kings.

The butcher no longer glanced at his defeated foes. He turned around, his gaze seemingly piercing through the boundless sea of ​​boundaries, looking towards the heavens and the earth.

Mission accomplished, time to head back.

The realm of Quasi-Immortal Emperor awaits him.

He took a step forward, his figure transforming into a stream of crimson light, parting countless waves of the Boundary Sea, and instantly disappearing into the endless darkness and chaos.

Only the kings of the foreign lands remained, licking their wounds in this shattered boundary sea reef region, and the wounds to their Dao foundation and endless humiliation that were far more difficult to heal than physical injuries.

Their eyes became even more sinister and crazed after the butcher left.

The humiliation of today will be repaid in blood one day!

From the heavens to the earth, butcher, wait! (End of Chapter)