A tender yet angry voice resounded, and a monstrous bloodthirsty aura erupted violently, sweeping across the area.

The cultivator was immediately knocked away, rolling heavily on the ground, flipping dozens of times before coming to a stop.

Pu.

A mouthful of fresh blood was spat out. He looked toward the boy in terror, only to see a boy enveloped in a bloodthirsty aura slowly stand up, his eyes glowing red, slowly looking at him.

The cultivator's body trembled violently. The boy's gaze locked onto him like a beast, making him feel terrified, his hair standing on end.

In an instant, the boy stepped forward, each step taking him a hundred paces, and in three steps, he was in front of the cultivator.

"You... you're actually the one-in-a-million Blood Evil Body!" the cultivator exclaimed in horror, recognizing the physique.

The legendary Blood Evil Body, this physique is one in a million. To awaken it, one must first endure inhuman suffering and have far more hatred than others. This hatred transforms into energy that breaks through the physique and awakens it!

Unexpectedly, his torture awoke the boy's Blood Evil Body. If he had known, he wouldn't have been so arrogant.

"Spare me, please?" the cultivator begged bitterly, trying to plead for mercy.

But the boy's heart was already filled with endless rage; how could he possibly spare him?

A terrifying aura erupted instantly, Foundation Establishment was complete.

Having just awakened his physique, he had already reached the pinnacle of the Foundation Establishment!

"Foundation Establishment is complete!" the cultivator's eyes widened in despair as he looked at the boy.

He had cultivated for over a hundred years to reach the pinnacle of Foundation Establishment, yet this one had just awakened his physique and was already so domineering—what would become of him in the future?

Without a word, the boy grabbed hold of the cultivator's hair with one hand and yanked it out forcefully, pulling all his hair out directly.

"Ahhh!" the cultivator screamed in agony, furious beyond measure, "You're merely at the peak of Foundation Establishment, perhaps still within reach!"

Realizing they were at the same realm, the cultivator wasn't as scared anymore. He had merely been terrified by the unexpected awakening of the Blood Evil Body.

Now, snapping out of his daze, he condensed a Qi Condensed Sword and swung it at the boy's neck.

Clang!

The Spirit Sword hit the neck but didn't cut into the flesh, instead stopping as if it had struck steel.

"How could this be!" the cultivator exclaimed in shock.

"Die!" the boy grabbed the Spirit Sword with one hand, crushing it despite the pain in his right hand. Even as blood flowed like a river, his face remained expressionless.

The Blood Evil Body, the more blood it sheds, the fiercer it becomes, the angrier it gets, the fiercer it becomes.

Seeing the Spirit Sword shatter like glass, the cultivator despaired. His Spirit Sword was so easily crushed, what else could he do?

"Celestial Thunder Talisman, Celestial Fire Talisman, unleash!" In his despair, the cultivator didn't give up, throwing several talismans in an attempt to turn the tide.

Celestial thunder and blazing fire appeared simultaneously, howling toward the boy.

Boom!

The two attacks hit simultaneously, generating rolling black smoke; the cultivator was overjoyed, thinking they had hit.

But when the smoke cleared, he was utterly panicked.

Despite his head being battered and his body covered in burn marks, the boy still stood there like an indomitable pillar!

"Why, why aren't you dead yet?" the cultivator cried out, breaking down, truly collapsing. Is the Blood Evil Body really that terrifying?

No matter how you try to kill it, it just won't die?

"You die, I don't," the boy mumbled, staggering toward the cultivator with a fierce glare in his eyes.

"Stay away, don't come closer, don't come closer!" the cultivator, scared out of his mind, fell to the ground, crawling backward.

And with every inch he crawled, the boy got a bit closer, soon catching up to him.

The boy grabbed the cultivator's robe with one hand, his blood-soaked face hiding his features; who could have imagined he was once a cute child?

"You die, I don't," the boy repeated, grabbing the cultivator's right hand with all his strength and yanking it out violently.

The scene was drenched in blood, as the right arm was severed, blood flowed continuously, and the cultivator screamed in pain, his head thrown back.

"Madman, you're a madman!" the cultivator shouted, striking the boy with his left hand, but the boy ignored it all, slowly leaning over and biting the cultivator's ear, pulling it back forcefully.

Puchi!

The ear instantly burst with blood, looking quite gruesome; the cultivator nearly fainted from the pain.

The other ear, the other hand, the neck, and the two thighs!

Whenever the cultivator was about to faint from excessive bleeding, the boy would deliver a heavy blow to jolt him awake with the intense pain, leaving him powerless to resist.

"Dammit, stop!" At this moment, the cultivator's fellow disciples finally arrived.

The boy saw this and quickly ran away, running to his mother, protecting her.

A man ran over to inspect the cultivator's condition, discovering that he had bled out to death, his body in tatters.

"Dammit." The man cursed, looking at the boy, instantly realizing the situation.

"To think it's the Blood Evil Body, how fortunate! If brought back, the Sect Leader will surely reward us," the man grinned, unexpectedly running into a Blood Evil Body.

With an insignificant person dead and encountering the Blood Evil Body, it was a blessing for the sect.

"Kid, come with us, and we'll consider not killing you. That person behind you is your family, right? We can also let your family get medical treatment." The man flashed a smile he considered gentle.

"Get lost, you're all bad people, I don't trust anyone." the boy cursed.

Now everyone was his enemy, and he trusted no one.

"In that case, don't blame us for being heavy-handed." the man said coldly. No matter what, they had to capture the boy, leaving the woman to her fate.

The man signaled with his eyes, and several cultivators emerged, all at the Golden Core Realm.

Seeing several cultivators stronger than him approaching, the boy was in despair, but he didn't leave. Instead, he looked back at his unconscious mother, his gaze even firmer.

"Come on, I'm not afraid of you..." the boy shouted angrily, not finishing before stopping abruptly.

Because an unfamiliar silhouette was standing in front of him, providing a sense of safety he hadn't felt before.

"Bullying kids? Really?" Chen Lan chuckled.

"Who are you?" the man exclaimed in surprise. This person appeared from nowhere, even evading his notice, and he was at the peak of the Golden Core realm.

The others who were about to act paused, looking at Chen Lan in fear, not daring to act rashly.

"Die."

As Chen Lan's words fell, the ones in front exploded instantly, dying like beautiful fireworks, bodies burst apart, and blood flew everywhere.

"What!" the man said, stepping back a few steps, as did the others.

To silently kill several Golden Cores instantly proved that this man was terrifying. What realm was he at?

"Don't be afraid, follow me in," Chen Lan turned to the boy, smiling kindly, then walked forward.

Every time he approached someone, they burst apart, dying in a bizarre manner.

The eerie scene scared the others away, realizing they couldn't contend with this powerful man.

In just a few seconds, everyone was dead, and Chen Lan had walked far away.

The boy watched this scene, bewildered, unsure whether Chen Lan was good or bad.

"What now, don't you want to kill them all? They are all the same as the one earlier," Chen Lan turned back, looking at the boy, and asked with a faint smile.

After hesitating for a moment, the boy nodded heavily.

"I do!"

"Then kill."

"Alright, kill them all!"

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