696 Getting stronger is the right thing to do.
A layer of black luster appeared on the claws, as if the claws were as hard as iron, and they actually blocked the blade energy, trying to resist the attack of the mad dragon.
The Mad Dragon Slash Blade's energy surged like a rainbow, its dragon-shaped force directly striking the sharp claws.
A scream rang out as the strange village chief was blasted away, crashing heavily to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"I treated you kindly, and you treated me like this! You deserve to die, and all of you deserve to die!" the village chief suddenly cursed.
"Angry, angry, angry!" The village chief was furious. He was the one who had the final say in the village and had even eaten several delicious dishes.
Incidentally, they also sacrificed unfamiliar merchants and travelers, and naturally, the disobedient villagers were all swallowed up.
For example, this village chief actually planned to secretly report to the yamen runners; he was practically courting death.
The village chief grew angrier the more he thought about it, and suddenly jumped up while cursing.
Like an arrow released from a bow, the village chief was already in the air, but no longer concealed; his skin instantly shattered and exploded into pieces.
A humanoid weasel emerged from the crowd, its sharp teeth and claws bared, its venomous eyes fixed on Lu Zhanyuan as if it wanted to devour him alive.
With agile movements and extremely fast speed, he pounced on Lu Zhanyuan in an instant.
In a low, indistinct growl, it said, 'I will devour you, and the whole village.'
Instead of retreating, Lu Zhanyuan advanced, a dragon shadow swirling on the blade, a deafening dragon roar echoing through the heavens. He channeled his true energy to its limit, unleashing a powerful strike, merging man and blade into one, shooting forth fiercely.
The weasel's eyes were bloodshot and eerie, its whole being exuding a resolute aura, its heart filled with nothing but killing intent.
With a sharp screech, its claws lashed out, colliding with Lu Zhanyuan's treasured sword and producing a metallic clang.
The Mad Dragon Slash swept across with a dragon-shaped burst of energy, instantly sending the weasel flying. As it flew through the air, its mind calmed down, and its soul trembled.
My mind screamed, 'What's wrong with me? I'm trying to escape! How can I dare to fight back?'
Could it be that they've been affected?
I was terrified.
He cried out, "Spare me, Your Excellency, spare me! I'll leave right now!"
The dragon-shaped energy instantly caught up with the weasel, enveloping its entire body in a dazzling blade of light.
The weasel monster's retreat was instantly blocked.
Lu Zhanyuan's eyes narrowed, and all his power instantly focused on the blade. Man and blade became one, swiftly transforming into a bolt of lightning, and he slashed horizontally at the weasel spirit's neck with all his might.
With a single strike, Lu Zhanyuan channeled all his power and will, and the dragon shadow on the blade surged as if it were about to cleave the heavens and the earth in two.
The weasel felt the terrifying blow, and a flash of fear, regret, and dread crossed its eyes rapidly.
"Have mercy!" he cried, trying to dodge, but there was nowhere to hide under the power of the Mad Dragon Slash.
The blade flashed like a dragon, its edge like lightning, instantly slicing through the weasel spirit's neck. A piercing scream rang out.
His head rolled to the ground instantly, his eyes wide with horror, and blood spurted out.
The same red color only stained three steps of land.
The headless body struggled a few times before completely losing its life.
Lu Zhanyuan stared coldly at the weasel's carcass on the ground, his killing intent undiminished.
He turned his head slightly, his cold eyes looking at the two men slumped on the ground, when a foul stench wafted over.
The two men immediately knelt down and begged for mercy. They were terrified and confessed everything. "Sir, spare our lives! The village chief forced us to do it. We had no choice but to do it, otherwise we would all die."
"It was all the village chief's doing; we're innocent."
The two men, begging for mercy, knelt with their heads bowed and did not raise their heads. They did not discard the knives hidden on their bodies, but instead gripped them tightly.
Their eyes were already stained red, and their bloodthirsty killing intent surged like an undercurrent, difficult to suppress.
Smelling the rich blood aura emanating from the three people before him, he felt an irresistible urge to forcibly keep them and offer them to the gods in his heart.
Lu Zhanyuan was about to ask in a deep voice about the whereabouts of some of the captured people, but suddenly he didn't want to ask anymore.
The two people before me are filled with murderous intent; they must not be spared.
Moreover, Lu Zhanyuan felt no pity whatsoever; the blade in his hand shot out swiftly. Like a dragon or snake moving with lightning speed, it cut through the air in an instant, accompanied by the howling of the wind.
With a flash of two blades, two heads rolled off like ripe fruit, and blood gushed out like a raging river, splashing up three feet high.
The two who had performed the sacrifice were naturally ruthless; blood gushed out in three steps, and their voices abruptly ceased.
The surrounding villagers all kept their doors and windows tightly shut, hiding in their homes in complete silence. Even the children's cries had ceased. The practiced movements suggested it wasn't the first time.
Lu Zhanyuan did not interfere much. The strangely shaped ancestral hall in the newly built village had an atmosphere that Lu Zhanyuan was familiar with but disliked.
At this moment, four figures with rosy complexions stood prominently in front of the ancestral hall.
One of the old men had white hair and beard, a gloomy face, a hunched back, withered hands, and was so thin he was practically skin and bones. He had a sinister look in his eyes and held a long sword meant for slaying demons.
Three young men followed closely behind, dressed in coarse cloth with worn-out hems. They were unusually robust and carried short daggers and knives that seemed out of place and not tailor-made, more like those carried by travelers.
Three young men, their expressions tense, blocked the entrance to the ancestral hall, as if to say, 'This road is blocked!'
The four men stared at Lu Zhanyuan and his two companions with bloodshot eyes, like hungry wolves, their mouths watering, as if they were seeing irreconcilable enemies.
A strange aura emanated from them, a violent killing intent, and a trace of instinctive fear and unease.
Without the slightest hesitation, Lu Zhanyuan sighed and said softly, "Once blood is stained, there's no turning back. Kill them all."
His voice was cold and resolute. Only ruthlessness towards the enemy could ensure preparedness and prevent future troubles. He thought to himself, 'Only in this way can we eliminate future threats, eradicate them completely, and maintain stability.'
"Yes." The two subordinates behind him answered in unison, their voices firm and cold. Seeing their companion's knife in the hands of the four men, they could not sense any living presence.
There was no hope, so he became cold and ruthless.
I've seen too many people like this; they're like poison that just won't stop, and their presence is the biggest hidden danger.
In chaotic times, people are worthless.
As soon as the words fell, their movements were perfectly synchronized. The swords were drawn with a sound like lightning. The two men moved almost in sync, and in a flash, the sharp blades were already drawn.
A bone-chilling cold, a sharp blade, precise and ruthless, pounced forward.
Although the four had undergone the ritual and possessed power surpassing that of ordinary people, their time was still short. Their bloodshot eyes instantly filled with crimson, and like the roar of beasts, they charged forward fearlessly.
His eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty ferocity, like a hungry beast eyeing its prey.
The old man's eyes blazed with anger and resentment as he growled, "You're courting death! Why are you forcing me? Is it wrong for me to want to become stronger?"
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