Chapter 220: Worse Than Beasts—Evil Cultivators Deserve No Mercy

The three evil cultivators, desperate to survive, fled like madmen.

They temporarily stuck together, not out of camaraderie, but because they feared being hunted down by Lan Ertu or that mysterious Kui Sanlang.

After all, in a group, if someone did catch up to them, there was a better chance one of them might survive.

But it was only a temporary alliance.

“Damn that Lan Ertu! I lived today, but he will die a dog’s death one day!”

“Yes! This grudge is deeper than oceans and rivers! I swear he won’t die a peaceful death!”

“That treacherous bastard! That beast! He’ll pay in blood one day!”

Their curses flew as they escaped, every word dripping with hatred. Being toyed with like that, almost dying—it was a deep, bitter grudge.

If the chance came, none of them would hesitate to take revenge.

“Lan Ertu is fighting that late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator right now. Could he die in battle? Are we really just going to run away?”

One of them, having calmed down slightly, couldn’t help but entertain the idea of taking advantage of the situation.

The other two had similar thoughts. Perhaps… they could benefit from the chaos?

“Why don’t we sneak back? If Lan Ertu’s injured, we must seize the chance to finish him off—together. No mercy this time!”

But… trust between evil cultivators? A joke.

They all knew they couldn’t trust each other. Even if they swore oaths, it meant nothing. Suspicion was in their bones.

They exchanged glances, eyes filled with calculation.

Screw it. I’m out.

That third cultivator scoffed, “Forget it. What if they spot us and wipe us out before resuming their fight? They’re not stupid. We’d be the ones getting played.”

“You’re right, Daoist Wu,” the others agreed quickly, seizing the excuse. “Let’s part ways. If fate allows…”

Suddenly—

Boom!

Their expressions twisted with shock as they sensed someone approaching fast from behind.

Far off in the clouds, Yunzhong Lu, silent as a ghost, was already charging forward like a bolt of lightning!

Its greatest strength was explosive burst speed, and under Yu Xian’s silent fury, it surged forward like a comet, far faster than a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator!

In the blink of an eye, it closed within thirty meters.

“Who’s there?!”

Startled, the three spun around and began forming seals.

“The one who’s here to kill you.”

Yu Xian’s voice was cold, brimming with killing intent. Thirty meters? That was nothing to him.

The next instant, he was in their faces.

As Yunzhong Lu vanished into his spirit ring, Yu Xian’s fist crashed forward—pure physical force bursting with rage and cold fury!

“Mid-stage Foundation?! Body cultivator?! Who are you?!”

The first man was horrified. He tried to retreat, but compared to Yu Xian, he moved like a crawling insect.

The other two scrambled backward, trying to flee while shouting, “Who are you?! Why are you killing us?!”

“Why?”

Yu Xian, like a meteor, slammed down.

One punch shattered the first man’s defensive spell, destroyed his fourth-grade defensive artifact, and—

Bang!

Like smashing a watermelon with a hammer, the man’s head exploded into a mess of bone and blood.

The other two hadn’t even escaped more than three meters.

Their eyes nearly popped from their sockets in terror.

This man… he’s more terrifying than that blood demon!

At least with the blood demon, those cultivators struggled for a few breaths.

But this guy—one punch.

Panicked, they tried to escape. “We’ve got no grudge with you! Why are you—!?”

“No grudge?”

Yu Xian’s fingers flicked forward. A [Tongling Finger] burst out like lightning, piercing through one of the fleeing men’s defenses and chest.

The last man tried to escape, but too late.

The seven spiritual vines behind Yu Xian twisted into a whip like a green dragon and—

CRACK!

The sound of air splitting echoed.

The evil cultivator exploded into a shower of gore.

Three evil cultivators. Dead.

All within half a breath.

Yu Xian, blood still dripping from his fist, shook it clean.

Cold eyes swept over the scene as he silently collected three storage bags.

The headless body, the pierced corpse, the one shattered to blood mist—soon they’d be food for wild beasts.

He looked at them one last time and whispered,

“They died too easily…”

They deserved worse. A thousand blades. A million cuts.

Even at the brink of death, they cried, “Why kill us? We’ve done nothing!”

But what about that town?

The elderly in their 80s. Infants not yet weaned. Pregnant women.

What did they do to deserve death?

These bastards—

They weren’t even beasts.

Yu Xian clenched his fists.

What makes a person become such a monster?

Weren’t they once mortals, born to parents?

He didn’t understand.

So he chose not to think anymore.

From now on—if he met an evil cultivator, and he had the strength?

He would kill. No hesitation. No mercy.

Every evil cultivator slain might save hundreds of innocents.

Their “tragic backstories”? Their “justified anger”? Their excuses?

Screw that. Just die.

If they wanted revenge, go take it on the people who wronged them. The real enemies.

But dragging innocent lives into it?

That wasn’t justice. That wasn’t strength.

That was cowardice and cruelty.

So no—he wouldn’t waste time listening to their stories.

He’d just kill.

He turned and vanished, moving quietly back toward the city.

The battle there had just begun.

From a hundred meters away, hidden behind a broken wall, Yu Xian observed silently.

Two massive blood demons clashed in the heart of the city, howling and roaring as flesh and blood flew.

Though smaller, Lan Ertu’s blood demon fought fiercely under the support of twenty-four blood banners and a nearly complete Blood Pill.

It was barely keeping up, but it was holding on.

Kui Sanlang’s brows furrowed.

His own demon, nearly peak Foundation Establishment, couldn’t suppress Lan Ertu’s?

He was running low on refined blood essence.

But Lan Ertu had a Blood Pill formed from the blood of tens of thousands.

If this dragged on, it might be Kui Sanlang’s demon that fell first.

So he gritted his teeth, bit his tongue—

And spat out a mouthful of true blood onto his demon!

ROAR!

The massive demon surged with energy, leaping a half-meter in size. Its aura soared!

Lan Ertu’s blood demon was instantly overwhelmed.

Lan Ertu’s face changed, “Damn!”

He desperately sent more power from the Blood Pill into the demon.

But it was only a temporary fix.

If this continued, thirty breaths later, his demon would be torn to shreds.

“Lan Ertu,” Kui Sanlang sneered, “you only got the outer instructions from Wu Yang—how can you think you’ve mastered the full Great Kui Blood Manual?”

Yu Xian’s eyes narrowed from afar.

Both sides were bleeding themselves dry, throwing out everything to win.

But the Blood Pill…

He couldn’t let that thing fully condense.

Because whoever won…

If they devoured that pill?

They’d become an even greater monster.

And that—Yu Xian would not allow.