Cut off my way home? You'll sacrifice the entire other world in return!

"Underfoot!"

The Demon Lord of the Formation suddenly roared.

But it was too late.

boom!!!

The entire blood-red plain trembled violently.

A crack appeared in the ground.

A hand, a giant blood-red hand formed from countless corpses and resentment, suddenly stretched out from the ground.

He grabbed the Demon Lord of the Formation, whose only remaining part was his head.

"No!!!"

The Demon Lord of the Formation let out a desperate scream.

But the sound stopped abruptly the next second.

The bloody hand clenched.

puff.

My head got crushed.

A wisp of pure divine soul was absorbed by the blood hand.

"The sixth one."

A voice that didn't sound human came from deep underground.

Followed by.

A figure slowly emerged from the crack.

He was a boy.

She looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, thin and dressed in tattered black clothes.

His face was covered in dried blood, making his features unrecognizable.

There is only one pair of eyes.

A pair of eyes devoid of any emotion, filled only with pure hatred and murderous intent.

He was carrying a cleaver that seemed disproportionately large for his size.

The blade was covered in nicks and shards, and dark red blood had seeped into it, giving off an ominous aura.

He walked step by step.

With each step, the scabs underfoot made a soft cracking sound.

His aura wasn't strong, only around the Nascent Soul stage.

But the three Blood Hand Butchers felt as if they were being targeted by a ferocious beast from the primordial era when they looked at him.

"You...you're that blood-red phantom?"

Bloodhand Butcher gripped the bone staff tightly, his voice hoarse.

The boy did not answer.

He simply raised his head, his empty eyes sweeping over the three of them.

It looked like looking at three corpses.

"You guys are so noisy."

The boy spoke.

"I'm interrupting... I'm eating."

"court death!"

The one-armed swordsman roared.

Although he was also afraid of the boy, his pride as a strongman made him unable to tolerate such contempt.

He flashed, becoming a blur, and the broken sword in his hand, carrying a sharp blade aura, slashed straight at the boy's neck.

The boy did not dodge.

He simply raised the cleaver in his hand.

With a casual wave of his hand.

There was no sword energy, nor any laws.

Only the purest power and speed.

when!

A loud bang.

The swordsman's broken sword was easily knocked away by the bone-chopping knife.

Followed by.

puff!

The cleaver slashed through.

The swordsman's body was neatly cleaved in two from head to toe.

Blood and entrails were spilled all over the ground.

The boy didn't even look at it, and stuck out his tongue to lick the blood off the knife.

A satisfied expression appeared on his face.

"The seventh one."

The Bloodthirsty Butcher and the Plague Queen were terrified when they saw this scene.

A knife!

He killed a demon lord in the Tribulation Transcending stage with just one strike?

What kind of monster is this boy?!

"escape!"

Only this one thought remained in their minds.

They no longer cared about the immortal abode's inheritance or the demon lord's summons.

Survival is the most important thing.

The two transformed into streaks of light and fled frantically in different directions.

The boy watched them run away, his face expressionless.

He simply raised the cleaver in his hand slowly.

Then, with a gentle slash, it cleaved through the void.

"cut."

He uttered a single word.

The fleeing Bloodhand Butcher suddenly froze.

He looked down and saw a thin line of blood on his chest.

The bloodline expanded rapidly.

"How... is this possible...?"

His body and his soul were torn in two.

the other side.

The Queen of Plagues met the same fate.

Her body disintegrated in mid-air, turning into a cloud of blood mist and poisonous gas.

But before the poisonous gas could spread, it was pulled by an invisible force and gathered on the boy's body, which he inhaled in one gulp.

"The ninth one."

The boy sheathed his knife.

The entire Crimson Plain fell silent.

He was left standing alone in the middle of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

He looked up and gazed in the direction of Demon Peak.

For the first time, a flicker of emotion appeared in those empty eyes.

That was a challenge.

…… ...

Inside the Demon God's Palace.

Li Fan put down the bag of potato chips in his hand.

He looked at the blood-soaked boy in the water mirror and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"very good."

"Finally, it's grown!"

"A...perfect container."

He could sense it.

This young man embodies the resentment of all the dead in the entire Central Continent, the hatred of all the cultivators, and the last bit of fortune of this world.

He is the evil of this world.

It is also the result of this world.

"Go."

Li Fan said to Ye Qingcheng beside him.

"Bring him up."

"Yes."

Ye Qingcheng accepted the order and left.

Soon the boy was brought to the main hall of the Demon God Palace.

He did not kneel down.

He simply stood there, staring intently at Li Fan on the throne with his hateful eyes.

He knew that the man in front of him was the culprit who caused all of this.

He destroyed his home.

He killed his family.

He is the one who turned him into this inhuman, ghostly figure.

"You... are the Demon Lord?"

The boy's voice was hoarse and cold.

"it's me."

Li Fan nodded.

"What's your name?"

"I have no name."

The boy gripped the knife tightly in his hand.

"I only have one code name."

"the Avengers."

"revenge?"

Li Fan smiled.

"You want revenge on me?"

"Yes."

The boy showed no fear whatsoever.

I will kill you.

"I'll chop you into mincemeat with this knife."

"very good."

Li Fan stood up and stepped down from the throne.

He walked step by step towards the boy.

The two were no more than a meter apart.

Li Fan was a head taller than the boy.

He reached out to pat the boy's head.

The boy instinctively raised his knife to block.

But Li Fan's hand passed right through his blade and landed on his head.

That hand was warm.

There was no murderous intent or oppressive aura.

It's like an elder stroking a younger person.

The boy's body froze.

He hadn't felt this warmth for a very, very long time.

"Your hatred is pure."

Li Fan's voice was soft, yet it carried a power that pierced the soul.

"It's so pure that it makes me a little jealous."

Do you hate this world?

"hatred."

Do you hate those monks?

"hatred."

Do you hate me?

"hatred!"

The boy gritted his teeth, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"very good."

Li Fan withdrew his hand, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

"Your hatred is pure enough."

"So pure... that it became the soul of my work."

"Now you have two choices."

Li Fan held up two fingers.

"First, I will kill you and forcibly refine your soul."

"second…...…"

"You willingly merged with me."

"Become a part of me, become the sharpest sword in my hand."

"I will use your hatred to slaughter all those beings of higher dimensions."

"Go and kill the...the supreme god who created all of this."

"To let you see with your own eyes that their world, like your homeland, will burn, be destroyed, and turn to ashes."

Which one will you choose?