Martial Conquest of the Nine Desolates
Chapter 365 - 363: Endless Slaughter

Chapter 365: Chapter 363: Endless Slaughter

"Brother, save me!"

Little Xiao Fan struggled painfully in Luo Meilan’s arms, extending his tender little hand towards Xiao Ye.

"No!"

Xiao Ye, with his hair disheveled, charged over like a madman, only to be sent flying by that terrifying power, brutally smashing into the ground with grave injuries. He could only watch helplessly as Xiao Yang, Luo Meilan, and Little Xiao Fan turned to ash before his eyes, their warm blood splattering on him.

At this moment, Xiao Ye’s body violently trembled, veins bulging on his forehead, his heart as if pierced by ten thousand swords, tears of blood streaming from his eyes.

Gone!

All gone!

His clansmen, his relatives, his village, all gone!

And the mastermind behind it all was that youth with the strange totem on his face!

With just a casual palm strike, he had toppled the life he knew, casting him into an endless abyss.

"You must die, you must die!"

Xiao Ye, like a wounded beast, with crimson light flickering savagely in his eyes, glared fiercely at the youth in mid-air, an immense killing aura bursting forth from him.

Despite his severe injuries, with the support of that boundless killing intent, he rose from the ground, stomped his foot with force, and launched an assault at that youth.

He must avenge his family, even if it cost his life, he would spare no effort!

The youth looked down upon Xiao Ye with contempt, flicked his finger, and sent Xiao Ye flying back, his body spraying blood, his flesh blurred, and innumerable bones shattered.

"You are too weak; I will show mercy and let you linger on," said the youth arrogantly, before turning and stepping into the void, walking away.

"Ah!"

Xiao Ye watched as the other walked farther and farther away, only able to lie powerlessly on the ground.

To see family and clansmen slaughtered, without the strength to take revenge, what frustration and agony is this? Such pain is far beyond comparison to physical injuries.

"Do you want to obtain absolute power?"

"In the future, whoever dares to bully you, you can kill them in return, exterminating anyone associated with them, spreading your infamy across the world, making everyone fear you, becoming the sole sovereign of this world."

"Do you want it?"

Suddenly, an ethereal voice echoed in Xiao Ye’s heart, filled with temptation.

These words were like a drowning man grasping for a straw; Xiao Ye did not probe the source of the voice and nodded vehemently.

"Good, this blade can grant you absolute power." The ethereal voice sounded again.

Boom!

As the voice faded, a blood-red long blade appeared before Xiao Ye’s eyes, emitting a dazzling blood light, as if an endless sea of blood was spreading, with a tremendous killing aura soaring to the skies.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to vanish, and in Xiao Ye’s eyes, there was only this blood-red long blade, his eyes extremely red, his breathing heavy.

"This blade can grant you absolute power, now take it in your hands, and ascend to the throne of sovereignty of this world," the voice continued.

Without prompting from the voice, Xiao Ye already crawled towards the long blade, he didn’t care if he could become the sole sovereign of this world, he only wanted revenge!

For this goal, he would give up everything, despite now having nothing.

Ten zhang!

Nine zhang!

Eight zhang!

...

Snap!

Xiao Ye’s palm firmly gripped the hilt of the blade.

Boom!

Terrifying killing aura, like a torrential deluge, swept out in the moment Xiao Ye grasped the hilt, endless mountains of corpses and seas of blood materialized around the long blade.

The blade seemed like an ultimate king, having slaughtered millions of lives, now fully awakened, its overwhelming murderous intent swirling back into Heaven, shaking Heaven and Earth.

An extremely terrifying power coursed out from the blade, flowing into Xiao Ye, miraculously healing his wounds in an instant.

"Ah!"

Xiao Ye rose to his feet, feeling the terrifying power rising rapidly within, he held the long blade high, howling to the skies, wildly venting his sky-high killing intent, his dark pupils turning completely blood-red.

"Kill kill kill kill!" Xiao Ye screamed wildly, veins bursting forth, his black hair turning entirely blood-red, echoing the blood light of the Blood Blade, immensely fierce and horrifying.

Hum!

The blood-red blade trembled, as if excited by the killing intent emanating from Xiao Ye.

"I must kill you!"

Xiao Ye’s blood-red pupils emitted two beams of blood-red light, then his figure soared into the skies, the speed was so fast that it caused a series of sonic booms.

If one looked closely, one would realize that Xiao Ye’s speed had far surpassed that of the departing youth.

"What!"

Feeling the overwhelming killing aura behind him, the youth with the strange totem on his face suddenly turned around, inhaling sharply, his face full of shock.

He saw Xiao Ye holding the Blood Blade, his blood-red hair dancing in the wind, mountains of corpses and seas of blood emerging around him, closing the gap in the blink of an eye.

"Die for me!"

Xiao Ye roared, lifting the long sword in his hand high, and then slashing it down vertically.

Boom!

Instantly, a blood-red blade light, capable of splitting heaven and earth and oozing with unmatched killing aura, poured down like a galaxy, striking fiercely at the young man.

In front of this blade light, everything shattered, nothing could withstand it, passing directly through the young man’s body, as blood splattered all around.

"How can your strength be so formidable?"

Eyes wide with disbelief, the young man’s body split in two, falling powerlessly from the air.

Without pausing, Xiao Ye continued to slash out, venting the killing intent in his heart, until the young man’s corpse was reduced to a mist of blood, finally stopping breathlessly.

"Ha ha, from now on, this world is left only with me, Xiao Ye!" Xiao Ye flew back to Xiao Family Village, looked down at the ruins below, and burst into a miserable laughter.

Having vented the killing intent in his heart, the bloodlust in his eyes subsided somewhat.

"Coward, this man killed your parents, your brother, your clansmen, destroyed your life, do you really intend to let it go just like that?"

At this moment, that voice sounded once more in Xiao Ye’s heart.

Xiao Ye was slightly stunned, remaining silent, the killing intent within him surging forth once again.

"Only by killing all his kin can you truly claim revenge. Follow this Blood Blade, it will take you to the place you wish to go."

Buzz!

No sooner had the voice faded than the Blood Blade broke free from Xiao Ye’s grip, flying ahead, cutting through the air.

A cold light flashed in Xiao Ye’s eyes, and he followed suit.

...

This was an ancient city, majestic and imposing, known as a Martial Arts Holy Land for the emergence of countless experts. On normal days, numerous martial artists came here like on a pilgrimage, to listen to Martial Arts Experts preach and to comprehend themselves.

However, today, the entire ancient city was shrouded in endless blood light, turned into a Shura Hell, even the moat’s water had turned to blood, the thick scent of blood detectable from miles away.

All of this, because of a youth wielding a Blood Blade, like a Death God entering the city, numerous Martial Arts Experts attacked, causing the ground to split and river water to evaporate, yet they still couldn’t escape their fated demise.

The entire ancient city, not a single creature spared, all were slaughtered by Xiao Ye!

"Did I do all this?" Xiao Ye surveyed his surroundings, looking at the corpses, his body trembled involuntarily, his frame turned rigid.

He Xiao Ye was not a good person, but he was not someone who indiscriminately killed the innocent, yet now he had even killed martial artists who came to listen to the preaching, who bore no relation to that young man.

"The ancient city belongs to the family of your enemy, and these people treat your enemy’s family as divine, such backward people, by killing them, you return a piece of purity to the world!"

"Why should you blame yourself?"

At this moment, that seductive voice rang out again, causing Xiao Ye’s body to tremble, clearly struggling profoundly within his heart.

At the same time, the bloodlust in Xiao Ye’s eyes kept flickering, eventually gaining the upper hand, exciting the Blood Blade into a humming vibration.

"I lived in Xiao Family Village, harming no one, yet others have wronged me, who asked whether my dead parents and brother were innocent?"

"If the Heavenly Dao is unjust, then I will slaughter the world!"

Xiao Ye laughed mournfully, his eyes blood red, his power surging within, he soared into the sky and vanished from the spot, leaving behind a city of death filled with corpses.

In the following years, Xiao Ye slaughtered everywhere, causing many experts to join forces to hunt him down, but Xiao Ye, with the Blood Blade, reached an incredibly terrifying level of cultivation, all the experts dying under his blade light.

For a time, the world was shrouded in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with fallen bodies and blood seas everywhere, the terrifying blood qi even tinging the sun in the sky blood red.

Rather than saying all this was caused by Xiao Ye, it would be more accurate to say that Xiao Ye sank into depravity because of the Blood Blade, becoming a killing machine, relentlessly slaughtering.

"You demon, what sins have we committed, for you to massacre the entire village?" In a village ablaze with fire, an elderly man with white hair, holding a young child, asked tremulously.

This question pierced Xiao Ye like a sharp sword, making his body shiver.

This old man and child, the only two living beings left in the village, reminded Xiao Ye of Little Xiao Fan and Luo Meilan; the bloodlust in his pupils quietly receded.

It was impossible for him to kill this old man and child, as if he were killing Xiao Fan and Luo Meilan.

"What on earth has happened to me?" Xiao Ye stood there dazed, his eyes filled with disbelief as he looked at his hands.

The slaughters he had committed over the years appeared one by one before his eyes, causing his emotions to fluctuate dramatically; none of these killings were what he truly wanted.

"These people are ignorant fools; they deserve death!" The seductive voice sounded again.

"Deserve death? According to you, did my parents and brother deserve to die too?" This time, Xiao Ye’s gaze was piercing, coldly questioning.

The voice fell silent, not saying a word for a long time, seemingly not expecting that Xiao Ye could actually wake up from his stupor.

Buzz!

At that moment, the Blood Blade trembled violently, trying to take control of Xiao Ye’s body, to kill the old man and child.

"All these years, it’s been you, this damned thing, controlling my body, isn’t it?" Xiao Ye clenched his teeth, resisting; he had never despised the Blood Blade as much as he did now.

He yearned for great power indeed, but not at the cost of falling into depravity, becoming a machine for killing.

Xiao Ye desperately tried to shake off the Blood Blade, but it clung to his right hand as if rooted there, and he couldn’t shake it off.

Crack!

Xiao Ye steeled his heart and raised his left hand, actually severing his right hand, the severed limb along with the Blood Blade dancing in the air, like a stone thrown into the sea, causing ripples to spread through the void.

"Hehe, little guy, not bad, in the most critical moment you managed to preserve your true nature, breaking free from boundless slaughter," an immensely majestic voice thundered, echoing through this piece of heaven and earth like rolling thunder.

The elderly man, the child, as well as the ruined village before his eyes, slowly faded away like bubbles.