CHAPTER 533: CHAPTER 517: POISONOUS SCHEME_1

"A single gaze, wiping out a Ten-thousand-year Great Emperor! Is this the terror of the Path of Slaughter?" Dongfang Wenda, who was observing the battle, exclaimed, fear etched on his face. His heart was swept by tumultuous waves, unable to calm for a long time. When did Ten-thousand-year Great Emperor martial artists become so weak? If he unleashed his full power, could Bai Qi, with his strength, actually defeat an Origin Great Emperor martial artist? The thought sent a chill down his spine.

"What a peerless monster!"

"The Qin Dynasty’s Saint’s Court... they must not be provoked! Absolutely not!"

"Relay my order! From now on, if any of our clan’s younger generation encounter people from the Qin Dynasty’s Saint’s Court, they are to steer clear! As far away as possible!"

All the observing martial artists sighed with emotion, their apprehension and fear of the Qin Dynasty’s Saint’s Court reaching an unprecedented level. Many factions went as far as to list the Qin Dynasty’s Saint’s Court as an entity that must not be provoked.

...

With the fall of the Jade Rhinoceros Bull Tribe’s Clan Leader, the slaughter on the battlefield gradually drew to a close.

Ten hours later, the great battle concluded!

All the Qin Dynasty soldiers were drenched in blood, as if they had bathed in a blood pool. Their faces were obscured, making them look like Asura demons crawling out from hell.

With every step, fresh blood dripped from their bodies, splattering like crimson blossoms.

For a thousand miles around, corpses of the Jade Rhinoceros Bull Tribe littered the ground. Fresh blood trickled, flowing along the terrain and into the fissures carved by Bai Qi’s sword, forming a river of blood.

Billowing mists of blood surged into the sky!

The dense Evil Qi stained the Void red, dyed the mountains and rivers red, and painted the vegetation crimson...

Streaks of black resentful energy rose from the corpses of the slaughtered Jade Rhinoceros Bull Tribe members, coalescing high above into dark clouds. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled amidst mournful wails, a terrifying sight to behold.

"Order the troops: continue the attack!" Bai Qi’s emotionless voice reverberated in everyone’s ears.

Time on the battlefield was critical. His initial goal was to fight his way to the Ancient Court Dao Domain before the great battle at the Mangniu Demon City concluded, and seize one-third of the Myriad Demon Saint’s Court’s territory.

"KILL! KILL! KILL!" The soldiers of the six armies roared madly, brandishing their weapons. Saturated with killing intent, they charged forward.

In the days that followed, the army led by Bai Qi campaigned far and wide, suppressing dozens of Xeno-tribes, slaying hundreds of millions of enemies, and unleashing a rain of blood over a hundred thousand miles.

However, the territory of the Myriad Demon Saint’s Court was simply too vast. Even though they campaigned relentlessly day and night, the land they had conquered was but a drop in the ocean.

Reaching the Ancient Court Dao Domain was still a long way off.

Furthermore, the prolonged slaughter had taken a heavy toll on the Qin Dynasty soldiers. Many had reached their physical limits and needed a period of rest and recuperation.

After all, not everyone was as monstrously gifted as Bai Qi, who had comprehended the Laws of Slaughter and could cultivate on the battlefield, drawing energy from the act of killing itself.

"Order the army to rest and reorganize!" After annihilating a medium-sized Xeno-tribe, Bai Qi stood amidst the blood-soaked battlefield and commanded in a deep voice.

Hearing the order, the soldiers of the six armies breathed a collective sigh of relief. Heedless of their gruesome surroundings, they sat cross-legged directly upon the corpses, closed their bloodshot eyes, circulated their Cultivation Techniques, and worked to pacify the killing intent raging within them.

CLANK! With a crisp ring of metal, Bai Qi sheathed his blood-red sword and walked towards the Vermilion Bird Army’s encampment.

With each step, the murderous aura he emanated diminished slightly.

Within a few steps, the vast, boundless murderous aura vanished completely. He appeared like an ordinary general, not the God of Slaughter who dominated the battlefield.

He had achieved perfect control over his murderous aura, able to retract or unleash it at will.

A few minutes later, Bai Qi reached the Vermilion Bird Army’s ranks. Seeing most soldiers pale-faced as they struggled to dispel their own murderous aura, he couldn’t help but frown.

It seems necessary to form a new army,

Bai Qi thought to himself.

It wasn’t that the Vermilion Bird Army was weak; rather, his own method of cultivation was no longer suited for leading them.

He needed a legion that could slaughter, enjoyed slaughter, and craved slaughter.

"AH!" Just as Bai Qi resolved himself, a weaker soldier from the Vermilion Bird Army suddenly shot up, his face contorted, screaming. Black gas billowed from him, coalescing into a sinister specter that cackled menacingly.

A Heart Demon! One born from slaughter!

"Sever!" Bai Qi lunged, his blood-red sword unsheathing in a flash to shatter the Heart Demon.

PTHOO! The soldier choked, spewing a mouthful of blood before collapsing, eyes tightly shut, showing no signs of waking.

"Rest well," Bai Qi said, crouching down. A rare hint of gentleness touched his otherwise cold face. He took out a medicinal pill with his left hand and fed it to the soldier. Only after confirming the soldier was out of immediate danger did he rise and depart.

A few minutes later, the soldier opened his eyes, a complex expression on his face.

Though he had been unconscious, he had been aware of Bai Qi’s actions. Along with gratitude, he felt a pang of shame.

General, I will forever remember your kindness today! Please rest assured, General. I will follow in your footsteps. I am willing to enter the Path of Slaughter... The soldier clenched his fists, his resolve hardening.

A pure aura of slaughter emanated from his body, shattering the Void around him.

What Bai Qi didn’t know was that his action just now had profoundly influenced a young man’s life, gaining him another devoted follower.

The soldier’s name was Bai Bing! He shared the surname Bai with General Bai Qi.

...

"General Bai, we cannot engage in another major battle for at least ten days!" Zhao Yun said gravely, standing on a hillside.

He looked at Bai Qi, a mixture of admiration and fear in his eyes. The past few days had shown him just how ruthless a person could be.

Rivers of blood stretching for thousands of miles!

Wherever they passed, all life was extinguished!

Looking up, the bloody haze from vast distances away had yet to dissipate!

Listening closely, one could hear countless aggrieved souls wailing in the unseen depths of the Void!

He too was a military commander and had killed many. During the conquest of the East Border Xeno-tribes, he had also been iron-fisted and merciless. But compared to Bai Qi, he was utterly insignificant.

"Ten days is too long," Bai Qi said coldly, his left hand resting on his sword hilt. He stood atop the hill, gazing out over the blood-soaked land.

Zhao Yun was inwardly astonished by this.

Just as Zhao Yun was about to try and dissuade him, Bai Qi continued, "Go fetch a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. You will write a memorial to His Majesty. I will dictate, and you will record it. Do not miss a single word!"

"Very well." Though puzzled, Zhao Yun obeyed and retrieved a brush and ink from his personal storage space.

"From Bai Qi at the front lines: I have urgent matters to report to Your Majesty and seek Your Majesty’s approval!"

"The Xeno-races are numerous and possess a strong will to resist. Despite continuous victories over many days of campaigning, we have made no substantive progress. Instead, our soldiers have grown fatigued and are unable to continue fighting effectively."

"To ensure victory in this war, I, your humble general, boldly request permission to mobilize hundreds of millions of Xenos from the East Border. They shall be sent to fight in the Myriad Demon Saint’s Court. We will use the blood of Xenos to claim the lives of Xenos, thereby preserving the safety of our Qin Dynasty soldiers..." Bai Qi said coldly, gazing into the distance.

Zhao Yun held the brush, dipped it in ink, and began to write with swift, flowing strokes, transcribing Bai Qi’s words. All was well at first, but when he heard Bai Qi’s request to mobilize the East Border Xenos for battle, his hand faltered for a moment.

This is a plan to form a death-before-dishonor corps! He wants the Xeno-tribes of the East Border and the Middle Region to fight an internecine war! What ruthless methods! What a venomous scheme! One had to understand, the Myriad Demon Saint’s Court had innumerable Xenos. How many from the East Border would need to be mobilized to achieve victory?

"General, this..." Zhao Yun hesitated.

"Would you rather Xenos die, or humans from our own race, General Zhao? Weigh it yourself," Bai Qi said calmly, noticing Zhao Yun’s hesitation without showing any anger. "Once you’ve made up your mind, send this memorial back to the Imperial Capital posthaste."

With that said, Bai Qi took a step, transformed into a streak of blood-red light, and vanished.

Zhao Yun stood with his mouth slightly agape, staring at the black characters on the white paper before him. He wrestled with his thoughts for a moment, but ultimately, he wrote down Bai Qi’s words in their entirety. Between the lines, a bone-chilling killing intent seemed to emanate from the script itself.

As Zhao Yun wrote, a thunderous BOOM echoed from several thousand miles away.

Immediately after, a dense mist of blood rose from the earth, drifting towards the heavens.

Through the bloody mist, Bai Qi’s figure could be faintly discerned. He held his blood-red sword, still in the stance of having just drawn and struck.