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The next moment, he turned around, and with a thought, the dark red God-Slaying Spear slid into his palm. Without the slightest hesitation, he stepped out of the warm light circle of the Six Harmonies Mirror!

"Junior Brother Jiang!" Qi Hao exclaimed in surprise.

"Old Jiang!" Zeng Shushu's expression changed drastically. He tried to reach out and pull him, but his fingertips only touched a cold patch of air.

Lu Xueqi's pupils suddenly contracted, and her heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand, stopping its beating.

She saw that blue figure, who, without hesitation, alone, disappeared into the boundless, dark ocean of frenzied bats outside.

Then, a sound came from outside.

It wasn't the shriek of a bat; it was another sound.

The dull, splattering sound of flesh bursting open, the cracking sound of bones breaking, and... the sharp sound of the wind being torn apart.

With the help of the Six Harmonies Mirror, the three people within the circle of light could only vaguely see the blue figure dancing wildly in the boundless darkness, and the thick blood flowers that kept exploding.

The black bats fell in droves, as if being harvested by an invisible scythe.

The stench of blood was so strong it was almost tangible, mixed with the stench of burning bat carcasses, which wafted through the light screen, making one want to vomit.

"He...he..." Zeng Shushu's lips trembled as he pointed outside, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

He knew Jiang Xiaochuan was no ordinary person; he knew that Jiang Xiaochuan had defeated Qi Hao two years ago and that he had withstood the Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique.

But he never imagined that this usually carefree boy would be so... insane when it came to killing these ferocious creatures.

Each swing of that dark red spear carried a chilling, pure sense of power and destructive intent.

There was no brilliance of Taoist principles, no display of skill, only the most primitive and violent slaughter.

Sweep, smash, stab, pick... simple and direct, yet terrifyingly efficient. Wherever the gun passed, the bats shattered like paper, with black blood and limbs splattering everywhere.

Qi Hao's expression was also extremely solemn, and his palms, gripping the Frost Sword, were covered in cold sweat.

Looking at the blood-soaked figure outside, he was deeply shocked. Was this really his junior brother Jiang, whose cultivation had fallen to the third level of Jade Purity?

That skill, that ruthlessness, that seemingly tireless, ever-growing fighting spirit… the bats' sharp teeth tore at his body, seemingly leaving only shallow white marks, barely drawing any blood. His body, after all…

Lu Xueqi did not speak.

She just stared intently outside, her nails already digging deep into her palms, the warm liquid wetting them, but she was completely unaware.

Her eyes followed the figure's every move without blinking, every swing of the gun, every splatter of blood. She watched as he was quickly soaked in blood, as he fought alone amidst the endless swarm of bats, as he seemed oblivious to pain and fatigue, killing mechanically and frantically...

Her heart was pounding so fast it hurt, so fast it felt like it was going to explode. A complex, surging emotion was stuck in her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.

Are you scared? Yes, scared that he will be swallowed by the black tide at any moment, scared that he will collapse from exhaustion.

But more than anything, there was something she had never experienced before—a burning sensation that almost burst through her chest, something she couldn't quite place.

The killings outside continue.

Jiang Xiaochuan was so engrossed in the killing that he was in a daze and his consciousness was clouded.

There was only one thought in his mind: kill.

Each tremor of the gun brought a strange feedback: the essence and ferocity of the slain bats, thread by thread, seeped through the gun and through the skin, greedily absorbed by the cold bead on the chest, and quietly swallowed by something dormant deep within the bones.

He didn't feel tired; instead, he had a strange, increasingly fulfilling feeling.

The spiritual energy surged through the meridians, violently breaking through the previously stagnant barriers.

The fourth floor of Yuqing.

He didn't know how long he had been killing people.

Black bat carcasses piled up around him, thick blood soaked the rocks beneath his feet, and a nauseating stench filled the air.

His hair, cheeks, and clothes were all covered in a mixture of black and red filth, obscuring their original colors. Only his eyes, after being stained with blood, shone frighteningly brightly, like two burning will-o'-the-wisps.

Finally, the bat swarm slowed down. The bloodthirsty beasts seemed to be intimidated by the frenzied slaughter and the mountains of corpses of their companions, their shrieks now tinged with hesitation and fear.

They no longer rushed forward relentlessly as before, but instead circled the bloody slaughterhouse, not daring to approach.

Jiang Xiaochuan, leaning on the God-Slaying Spear, stood there, panting heavily. Each breath carried the strong stench of blood. He shook his head, trying to clear his groggy mind. He remembered, the circle of light was over there…

He took out an ordinary hoe from his storage space, walked to the spot where the light circle was almost buried by bat corpses, and began mechanically, hoe by hoe, to dig away and clear away the sticky, slippery bat corpses.

Black, foul blood and bits of flesh splattered all over him, but he just kept digging and digging.

Gradually, the halo appeared, a pale yellow, warm glow that pierced through the filth and shone on his blood-stained face.

Within the aperture, three pairs of eyes were staring at him intently.

Jiang Xiaochuan stopped what he was doing, leaning on his hoe, and looked at the three people inside through the light barrier. He tried to smile, but the blood on his face had dried and hardened, making his smile look stiff and distorted.

"Senior Brother Qi, am I handsome? Am I... more handsome than you?"

Qi Hao looked at him, at the forced smile on his face that looked worse than crying, at the fact that there wasn't a clean spot on his body, at the mountain of bat corpses and the pool of blood behind him... Qi Hao felt a lump in his throat and his nose stung.

He nodded vigorously, his voice slightly choked: "Handsome. More handsome than me."

Zeng Shushu nodded hurriedly, his lips trembling as if he wanted to say something but couldn't make a sound.

Lu Xueqi didn't speak. She just stared at him, her eyes unblinking, and slowly, a faint red ring appeared around her eyes.

Jiang Xiaochuan seemed satisfied, his smile widening, though still unsightly: "I'm incredibly handsome... really."

He paused, then looked at Lu Xueqi, "Xueqi, do you... do you still have spiritual power? Keep the Six Harmonies Mirror up first, I... I'll clean these things up."

Lu Xueqi gave a soft "hmm," and her fingers formed a hand seal, stabilizing the halo of the Six Harmonies Mirror.

Jiang Xiaochuan continued cleaning, and he worked quickly. Before long, a relatively clean area was cleared around the light circle, and the stench dissipated somewhat.

Lu Xueqi finished her hand gesture, the light of the Six Harmonies Mirror faded and returned to her hand, the halo disappeared.

Almost the instant the light disappeared, Lu Xueqi took a step forward, reached out her hand, as if she wanted to hug the filthy, foul-smelling person in front of her.

Her movements were natural, and there was not a trace of disgust on her face, only an almost instinctive impulse.

Jiang Xiaochuan reacted as if he had been burned, taking a large step back and creating a distance of seven or eight zhang.

"Don't come any closer!" he cried urgently. "I'm...dirty."

Lu Xueqi's hand froze in mid-air. She looked at him, at his face and body covered in blood, and at the fleeting, almost desperate, evasive look in his eyes.

She shook her head, her voice soft yet clear: "It's not dirty."

Jiang Xiaochuan looked into her clear, unabashed eyes, and a surge of complex emotions welled up inside him, choking him.

He opened his mouth, but in the end, he just slumped his shoulders helplessly and muttered something under his breath.

Before I knew it, dawn had broken.

The pale morning light tore through the darkness, illuminating the mountainside platform that had just witnessed a bloody massacre, the mountain of bat corpses, and the blood-soaked boy standing on the edge of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

at this time

"Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"

A sharp, piercing whistling sound suddenly came from the southeastern horizon! The sound was incredibly fast, growing louder as it approached!

Everyone instinctively looked up.

Four beams of light, each a different color, flew rapidly toward them like shooting stars! Two were yellow, one was white, and one was blue; their light was dazzling and their aura was extraordinary.

As the halo dissipated, four figures, positioned to the left and right, landed on the platform.

On the left are two monks. Behind them is a very tall and strong man with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a dark complexion. He exudes an air of authority and wears an apricot-yellow robe. Standing in front of him is a young, fair-skinned monk with a slender build, handsome features, and clear eyes. He wears a moon-white robe.

On the right is a young couple. The man has striking features and is quite handsome, while the woman is beautiful and has a slender figure.

As soon as the four landed, their eyes swept across the scene. When they saw the mountain of bat corpses, the lingering stench of blood, and Jiang Xiaochuan standing beside the pile of corpses, covered in blood, reeking of blood, and looking utterly disheveled, they couldn't help but frown slightly.

A clear look of surprise, and a barely perceptible hint of...disdain, flashed across the eyes of the handsome man and the beautiful woman.