Inside the Ma mansion, every able-bodied servant who could use a crossbow had been deployed, except for the cultivators.

  At this moment, the Ma mansion was utterly empty.

  The old, the weak, the women, and the children were all hiding inside the Ma family's tower.

  Surrounding the tower were a few servants armed with clubs.

  If the enemy broke through here, the Ma family would be annihilated.

  The Ma family's history was much longer than the Li family's, spanning nearly a hundred years.

  But even in such a long history, never had they been in such grave danger.

  Yet people always had to live on.

  The family patriarch, an old man over a hundred years old at the late Qi Refining stage, rambled about events he himself could barely remember.

  In those tales, the Ma family had also faced existential crises.

  But back then, the Ma family united as one and drove out the foreign enemies.

  The old man's voice was hoarse, yet it held a strange power to inspire. "My Ma family has been a prominent cultivation clan for a hundred years. We've seen all kinds of storms. I just wonder how many of our sons will fall on the battlefield this time."

  Everyone nodded in agreement.

  Ridiculous. The Ma family, a century-old cultivation clan, how could it coincidentally meet its end today?

  Perhaps some cultivators would die, perhaps the casualties would be heavy.

  But they never believed the Ma family would lose.

  Even less did they believe the family's century-old foundation would end here.

  Just as they were convinced of this, those with sharp ears heard something. "Someone's coming back. Our people are returning."

  This tower was usually hidden in a corner of the mansion by formations.

  Even a Foundation Establishment cultivator might not find it immediately.

  The footsteps were urgent; it had to be someone familiar with the terrain.

  "Oh, it's the fine sons of the Ma family coming back!"

  The patriarch shouted at the top of his lungs.

  Everyone immediately crowded around to open the door for the returning heroes.

  The moment the door opened, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

  Radiating from the tower entrance, everyone was blasted into fragments, evenly coating the tower's interior.

  A young Ma boy, short as a cartwheel, who侥幸 survived, witnessed his clansmen's horrific deaths and burst into tears.

  His suffering was brief; the next second, he too was minced meat, part of the pile of his kin.

  No salvation, no miracle.

  The Ma family's destruction was today.

  The trembling Qi Refining patriarch witnessed the rise and fall of the Ma family.

  He closed his eyes, merging with his clansmen and the dust of the world under the blades of the Bloodletters.

  No sorrow, no mourning.

  On this unremarkable day in the cultivation world, another unremarkable cultivation family was wiped out.

  Meanwhile, with Li Rushi's death, the Blood Bone Soul Banner had no master.

  Reason and clarity finally returned to Li Wangxuan's mind.

  Covered in blood and gore, Li Wangxuan stared blankly at the sky above the Ma mansion, an immense emptiness washing over him.

  But soon, anger and the lust to kill filled his young heart again.

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  This was the horror of the demons.

  Once fallen to the demon race, one was corroded completely, unable to turn back.

  Li Rushi had only danced on the edge, never fully submitting to the Blood Demon.

  Li Wangxuan had no such chance.

  His only pleasure in life from now on would be to destroy a few more towns, kill a few more ten thousand people.

  Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced his mind, along with a blurry image.

  This was a warning from the Blood Demon Evil God.

  The powerful enemy who killed Li Rushi was coming.

  From mid-air, Lin Lin leaped down from the Peak Mountain Sword, cupping his hands and mocking Li Wangxuan.

  "Oh, isn't this Elder Li? You look well."

  You look well?

  Although demonized, Li Wangxuan found this funny.

  The man before him was ugly, leaning on a cane.

  How ironic, now he too was disfigured.

  He, Li Wangxuan, used to mock this "despicable" senior brother often. But now, it all felt so distant.

  Suddenly, he remembered he still had one relative in this world.

  "How... how is my father?"

  "Elder Li, your father will emerge from seclusion soon. Your time as elder is almost up. Come on, come back with me."

  Lin Lin lied without changing his expression.

  Li Wangxuan's expression刚刚 softened, but then his head throbbed with pain again.

  In his ethereal consciousness, the Blood Demon's authoritative voice warned him that Lin Lin's words were false.

  The Blood Demon Evil God hated the weak, and even more hated their weapon of lies.

  Li Wangxuan clawed at his face in崩溃, screaming, "You... you're lying to me!"

  Lin Lin tilted his head, smiling.

  "Junior Brother Li Wangxuan, why do you think I'm lying to you?"

  Several撕裂 images flashed through Li Wangxuan's consciousness again.

  Shocked by their content, he accused Lin Lin after a moment. "You lie! The Blood Demon Evil God showed me. Months ago, when we drank the Moonlight Wine, you killed my father."

  Lin Lin was momentarily stunned, then threw his head back and laughed wildly at the sky.

  "Hahahahaha!"

  His non-stop laughter confused Li Wangxuan.

  "Hahaha, Blood Demon Evil God, is it? Listen well. The world of science has no room for gods. Clean yourself up and wait for me to dissect you."

  At these blasphemous words, Li Wangxuan felt his blood boil, then lost control. "Kill, kill, kill!"

  He charged, raising his sword to stab Lin Lin.

  Lin Lin moved his sword finger, using "Wind Passes Leaving No Trace," aiming straight for the gap in the opponent's chest armor where it had fallen off.

  This move, silent and swift, arrived in an instant.

  Li Wangxuan hurriedly parried, knocked back dozens of steps by the blow.

  Taking advantage of his unsteady footing, Lin Lin advanced and engaged Li Wangxuan in close combat.

  The heavy sword was mighty, the sword finger was agile; they were evenly matched, exchanging dozens of moves in an instant.

  But purely in swordplay, although Li Wangxuan had the Blood Demon's加持, he was slightly inferior.

  Lin Lin seized an opportunity, his finger piercing through the opponent's cheek.

  But the demonic body was far superior to a mortal's; this blow barely affected Li Wangxuan.

  After taking Lin Lin's sword finger strike, Li Wangxuan immediately decided to trade wounds.

  He swung his sword horizontally, vowing to cleave Lin Lin in two.

  But before the sword could strike, extreme fatigue and drowsiness flooded his mind.

  Li Wangxuan staggered, barely able to stand.

  It was ether.

  A normal person covered with an ether-soaked towel for one point five seconds would lose consciousness.

  Lin Lin was crueler. The moment his finger pierced the opponent's face, he injected a large amount of liquid ether into his nerves.

  "Not good!"

  Li Wangxuan struggled desperately to maintain his fading consciousness.

  In a duel of masters, a split second decided everything.

  Lin Lin withdrew his sword finger, gathering power for a final strike.

  At the critical moment, the Blood Demon's combat experience guided Li Wangxuan to protect the wound where his armor had fallen off.

  That was the weakness created by Ma Qianfang's axe, and the most likely target of the opponent's attack.

  Li Wangxuan was covered in armor; taking Lin Lin's sword finger strike would be fine.

  Lin Lin's "Wind Passes Leaving No Trace" arrived instantly, without warning.

  But this time, Li Wangxuan felt immense pain throughout his body, then collapsed to the ground.

  "Junior Brother Li, you didn't really think I was going to kill you, did you?"

  Lin Lin walked over to Li Wangxuan with a strange tone, smiling as he looked down at him.

  Li Wangxuan tried to struggle, but found his limbs had been neatly severed.

  Lin Lin had long noticed that although the armor was dense, the joints were unprotected.

  More importantly, Lin Lin was very interested in the Blood Demon's minions.

  Apparently, the so-called demon race represented another evolutionary path.

  If he could research this, he might uncover the secret of the Blood Demon.

  Just as Lin Lin was sharpening his tools, he heard Li Wangxuan's plea.

  "Cough... Senior Brother Lin, please... kill me."

  "We... we really wronged you before."

  "I don't want to become the demon's puppet, to let the Li family be cursed for generations."

  Hearing this, Lin Lin couldn't help but sigh.

  Not to mention this was his fellow junior disciple,

  given Qingfeng Sect's current state, housing a living demon minion would be difficult.

  More importantly, the Blood Bone Soul Banner on his back continuously leaked demonic corrosion.

  Keeping this living subject was too risky.

  "Ah, now you remember I'm your senior brother?"

  Just then, hundreds of Bloodletters surrounded them from all sides.

  They howled, barked, covered in human tissue fragments.

  Some even toyed with the heads of Ma family children.

  Li Wangxuan's expression gradually returned to normal.

  "Senior Brother, my father followed Sect Leader Liu, killed the previous leader, and abused you daily. Them dying by your hand is karma. But please, give me a quick death."

  Lin Lin knew he had to decide.

  "Junior Brother, farewell."

  His sword finger shot out, and a large hole opened in Li Wangxuan's chest. The Blood Bone Soul Banner behind him shattered.

  "Thank..." Li Wangxuan slowly closed his eyes, ending his brief life of revenge.

  Lin Lin had no time for sentiment.

  The Bloodletters were upon him.

  Science served humanity.

  And towards humanity's enemies, Lin Lin, a believer in science, never showed mercy.

  He formed hand seals, preparing a final strike against the surrounding demons.

  In an instant, the sky became a sword, the yellow sand became a sword.

  Every object with spiritual energy around him transformed into invisible sword energy.

  "Wind Roars, Mountains and Rivers Leveled, Rise!"