Douluo Sharingan, I really didn't coerce Xiao Wu!

Chapter 39 Unleashing a Bloodbath

"Quick, the thief is here!"

Just then, a commotion came from outside the thatched hut, followed soon by a cacophony of footsteps.

When Chen Xuan came out, there were already more than a dozen people gathered outside the door, each holding farm tools and weapons such as hoes, shovels, and broadswords.

The little girl followed them out, and when she saw the fierce and menacing eyes, her body trembled slightly. She hid behind Chen Xuan in fear, not daring to look directly at those people.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Chen Xuan held her dusty little hand tightly and smiled like sunshine.

He wasn't the original owner of this body; he had no fighting power and could only be bullied by others. Now it was him, and it was time for him to pay for the pain this body had caused.

"Boy, did you kill Steward Lin?" A burly man, wielding a large knife, shouted.

The others stared at Chen Xuan with fierce eyes, as if they could devour him alive.

"There's nothing I can do, she deserves to die, so I can only let her die first." Chen Xuan's expression was calm. Even though it was his first time killing someone, he didn't feel any nausea or physical reaction.

All of this stems either from hatred towards these people or from being influenced by the original owner of the body.

"Don't worry, you'll be joining her soon." Chen Xuan revealed a harmless smile, preparing to unleash a massacre.

A middle-aged servant sneered, full of disdain, and said, "What are you pretending to be, some kind of expert? Do you really think we don't know what kind of martial soul you've awakened? At most, you're just a little stronger than an ordinary person."

He was extremely arrogant, possessing a soul power level of nineteen, which was almost equivalent to that of a Great Soul Master, giving him the right to be arrogant.

The middle-aged man released his martial spirit, and he held a sickle in his hand. It looked very much like a farm tool, except that the base of the tree was rotten.

The middle-aged man knew that Chen Xuan had some talent. In the three years he had been away, he had only reached a level of thirty or so at most. Others might be afraid of him, but how powerful could a support martial soul be? At most, he was only a little stronger than an ordinary person.

"Young man, it's over." He raised his scythe and pointed the blade at Chen Xuan's head.

Among the dozen or so people, he was the strongest, as the master had appointed him as the top expert in the manor.

"Young man, go down and repent for your evil deeds." The middle-aged man swung his sickle, the curved blade aimed at Chen Xuan's neck.

The others cheered themselves up and watched the scene intently, not daring to blink, for fear of missing the heroism of the number one expert.

However, the next moment their faces changed, even turning pale and bloodless.

With a soft thud, a head flew off, accompanied by a spray of blood, and a corpse fell to the ground.

"Ah!" More than a dozen people screamed, their faces pale, watching the scene in horror.

Their top expert in the manor was actually dead; that young man had chopped off his head with a single stroke.

With a thud, the middle-aged man's head fell to the ground and rolled to the feet of more than a dozen servants.

Looking at the middle-aged man's unseeing eyes, they all felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, extremely terrified, and their hair stood on end.

Only now do these people realize that the young man before them is a ferocious beast, not a harmless animal.

"Run!"

These beastly servants, though usually despicable and shameless, had never seen anything like this before. Now they were all in a panic, scattering and fleeing, afraid that those who were too slow would be killed.

"None of you will escape!"

Chen Xuan held a silver kunai, his expression icy. He slashed with each blade, decapitating the victims one by one, sweeping across the battlefield. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight corpses fell.

Almost everyone here is a Soul Master, ranging from a few levels to over ten, yet they couldn't stop him.

There were only two leaders, both at level fifteen or sixteen, who reacted quickly and fled, trying to escape.

A burly man who had once bullied the original owner of this body roared as Chen Xuan caught up with him, drew a gleaming broadsword, and turned to fight, but unfortunately, he was no match for him.

This man died in agony, his head severed by Chen Xuan.

He seized the broadsword and swiftly moved toward his next target.

puff!

Another burly man leading the charge was running when Chen Xuan landed and stepped on his back, breaking his spine and sending him flying.

"Ah, a demon!" Seeing this bloody scene, everyone screamed in terror and ran frantically toward the master.

The remaining seven or eight people were filled with fear and were running for their lives, but it was too difficult. Under the pursuit of the Flying Thunder God, no one could escape.

Puff puff!

Several more heads flew off. Chen Xuan transformed into a demon on earth, reaping lives. Every time the golden light shone, another corpse appeared on the ground.

"Enough!" A deep and serious voice suddenly rang out in the courtyard.

Chen Xuan didn't stop. He beheaded the last servant before looking towards the source of the sound.

Ahead, there was a large house with three people standing at the door: two old and one young. They wore golden crowns, luxurious clothes, and expensive jewels, clearly people of high status.

Chen Xuan looked at the three of them coldly without saying a word.

This family of three were the owners of the manor, and also his uncle and aunt.

The young man was the son of the two men, who had been raised and pampered since childhood, and the oppression he received was no less than that of the servants.

"Chen Xuan, it's been three years since we last met. You come back and start a killing spree. Do you even respect your uncle?" The middle-aged man was unsmiling and had an extremely serious expression, as he always had.

"Chen boy, are you crazy? You killed so many people in my family as soon as you came back. You're a demon!" Some overweight women nearby didn't care about anything else and shouted at Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan sneered and said, "Are you more like demons? You stole my parents' inheritance while my brother and I were young and used it to build this big house. And how have you treated us all these years?"

The overweight woman was unreasonable and yelled at Chen Xuan, saying, "You're such an ingrate! These people eat our food and live in our houses. If it weren't for me and your uncle, you and your brother would have been homeless long ago."

"Now, instead of being grateful to us, you're turning against us. You're such an ingrate! Sure enough, children who lack education don't know any manners." She tried to stir up trouble like a shrew.

Chen Xuan clapped his hands and praised, "It's been three years, and your ability to accuse others first has improved quite a bit. Taking the inheritance left to your children by your relatives and claiming it as your own to satisfy your own selfish desires, I have to say, your family really has a thick skin."

"That's enough, Chen Xuan! Show some respect to your aunt!" The middle-aged man glared angrily, his anger already evident.

He said in a deep voice, "I've already said it many times. You were too young back then to protect so much money. As your uncle, I was just keeping it safe for you. I'll return it to you when you're able to..."

"Okay, then give it to me now." Chen Xuan interrupted him, revealing an innocent smile, and held out his hand to the other party, indicating that he should return the money.

He scoffed, "Hypocritical. You've become a local tyrant here, and you really think you're a gentleman? A person in a higher position?"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's face immediately darkened, and a fierce glint appeared in his eyes, as if his bottom line had been touched.

"Dad, Mom, why waste words with him? Just kill him. That will stop him from eyeing our family fortune."

At this moment, the young man who had been silent spoke, his words filled with murderous intent.

(End of this chapter)