Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 115 - 115 115 Humanity is Heartless Please Recommend and Collect

115: Chapter 115 Humanity is Heartless (Please Recommend and Collect) 115: Chapter 115 Humanity is Heartless (Please Recommend and Collect) Pffft!

The sharpened toothbrush, now a lethal weapon, plunged into the throat of a fellow inmate, spraying fresh blood onto the ground as the corpse turned cold and stiff.

Bang!

A Green Stone brick, caught completely off guard, smashed onto the back of a prisoner’s head, killing him instantly.

Gouging eyes, kicking the groin, throwing sand—most inmates were without weapons and resorted to every dirty trick in the book.

At this moment, thousands of inmates turned into a pack of mad dogs, going to all extremes just to be one of the hundred survivors who could live on.

“Zhuang Dekun, do you remember how you humiliated me when I first entered prison, you bastard?

Now, go to hell,” a frail youth, his face twisted in a bloody frenzy, swung the brick repeatedly at a middle-aged burly man.

Although covered in copious amounts of blood, it only made him laugh maniacally.

“Brother, you are my own flesh and blood.

Only by sticking together can we survive among these thousand people,” a pair of brothers confronted each other, the older brother’s face bitter as he desperately pleaded with his younger brother.

“Big brother, we are siblings, I trust you,” the younger brother put down the sharp metal ruler, bringing a look of relief to the big brother as they prepared to face the deadly game together.

Pffft!

Suddenly, the sharp metal ruler pierced the elder brother’s heart, the chilling cold spreading throughout his body.

He slowly turned to see his younger brother’s cold, cruel eyes.

“Big brother, do you think I’m a naive three-year-old?

Even though you are my elder brother, do you think I would truly trust you at a time like this?” the younger brother growled fiercely.

Tears streamed from the elder brother’s eyes as he tremulously looked at the brother he had protected since childhood, his eyes filled with endless sorrow.

“Da…

Da Zhuang…

Brother…

I never thought of killing you!”

“Do you…

do you remember…

when you were little…

a gang of thugs chased you with knives…

threatening to kill you…

It was your brother who protected you, taking dozens of stabs…” the elder brother’s voice trembled, his chest spewing blood in a ghastly and cold manner.

At that moment, the younger brother’s body shook; he closed his eyes tightly, recalling that scene from years ago, tears streaming down his face as he knelt to the ground.

“Brother, don’t blame me, please don’t blame me, I really don’t want to die,” the younger brother cried out, seeming almost insane.

Pffft!

The younger brother suddenly pulled the metal ruler from his elder brother’s chest, splattering blood on his face.

He looked like a walking corpse as he numbly watched his brother’s life ebbing away, his voice cruel and fierce.

“Big brother, rest assured, although you have died, I will definitely survive and carry your life with me to see the wonderful world outside.”

“Kill!”

The younger brother swung the sharp metal ruler wildly, his mind set on killing anyone nearby, stabbing other prisoners coldly and ruthlessly.

Cruel and bloody scenes unfolded, turning the entire yard into Yama Hell.

Cries of killing, curses, wails—every sound piercing the ears.

Madness spread, the scent of slaughter thickened, and the rich stench of blood wafted through the air, making people nauseous, yet driving these prisoners into a frenzy.

Above on the high platform,

Ye Xuan stood with arms behind his back, his eyes opening and closing with nothing but cold, merciless colors, and a weird smile curving from the corner of his mouth.

“Heavenly Dao is heartless, treating all beings as mere straws; Earthly Dao is ruthless, burying souls for eternity; Human Dao is merciless, sanctioning slaughter in the Human World.”

“Kill, fight, only amidst endless bloodshed and combat can you become my, Ye Xuan’s, hounds and eliminate all obstacles in the Human World for me.”

As if the Killing Battle Drum had sounded and Yama Hell were stirring, Ye Xuan’s voice was ruthless and cruel; however, it acted like a catalyst, thoroughly inciting these prisoners to engage in blood-soaked combat.

A thousand men slaughtered each other, bloodcurdlingly terrifying.

Perhaps to outsiders, it would seem profoundly horrifying, but to Ye Xuan, it represented a transformation of the mind.

Only by stripping these prisoners of their emotions and thoroughly turning them into killing machines could they become the Death Soldiers Ye Xuan desired.

What are Death Soldiers?

To forsake life and embrace death, where existence is synonymous with slaughter—this is what Death Soldiers meant in Ye Xuan’s eyes!

The slaughter continued, blood sprayed, and the number of corpses on the field kept increasing, turning into a veritable sea of blood and mountain of bodies, instilling in anyone who saw it an intense sense of terror.

Ye Xuan looked on detached; from start to finish, not a hint of sympathy appeared.

Among them, a few figures caught his attention.

A man in gold-rimmed glasses, resembling a poisonous snake, always lurked in the dark, striking when the moment arose; each movement of his typically resulted in several prisoners dying by his hand.

A thin young man with a silly smile plastered on his face sat crouched in a corner, devouring the bun in his hand, soaked though it was with blood, not at all diminishing his appetite.

As the last bite of the bun was swallowed, the silly-smiled young man suddenly stood up.

With movements swift and deft, the nearby prisoners died miserably.

Exploding genitals, blinding both eyes, a punch directed straight for the temple, a kick to break both knees—no one survived intact under his hands.

Within the pile of corpses,

A sleazy fat man, covered in fresh blood, resembled a corpse himself, crawling among the dead.

He held only a sharp chopstick in his hand; whenever a prisoner passed by him, the fat man would immediately drag the person down by the legs, quickly stabbing the chopstick into their throat, then continuing to feign death while waiting for the next victim.

The killing went on, prisoners wailed.

On a high platform,

Ye Xuan’s eyes were profound, and then he slowly nodded.

“Stop, the game is over.”

A simple word, sounding almost like a heavenly melody to the ears, made the present prisoners stop their massacre, bewilderedly looking towards Ye Xuan on the platform, seemingly still unable to awaken from the frenzy of slaughter.

“The game… the game is over?”

“I… I’m still alive?”

“I didn’t die?

I can leave alive?”

These surviving prisoners, as if unable to believe they were still alive, looked around blankly, muttering to themselves, until they indeed realized they were alive, then burst into indescribable elation.

“Ha-ha”

“I didn’t die, I survived.”

“It’s good that they died, all good that they died, only with them dead can I live.”

Jubilant cries and insane laughter, this was the scene unfolding before Ye Xuan.

Yet, Ye Xuan knew, although they had survived, they had already lost their humanity and would from now on become pure killing machines, forever at his service.