Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races-Chapter 39: Eradicating the Evil Cult Base, Blood Axe Song Chen, Sixth Grade Showdown, Ordinary People Awaken to Protect Their Loved Ones

Chapter 39: Chapter 39: Eradicating the Evil Cult Base, Blood Axe Song Chen, Sixth Grade Showdown, Ordinary People Awaken to Protect Their Loved Ones

At this moment, a hoarse voice echoed.

"Return to your origins, sacrifice for the master!"

In the next instant.

The remaining cultists’ eyes turned red, and they all started to activate their bloodlines, voluntarily speeding up the erosion.

"Ah ah ah... roaar... roar... roar... awooo... awooo... awooo..."

Amidst the series of wails and weird screeches, cultists began to exhibit abnormalities. Some grew scales, others had fingers morph into claws, and some even had teeth that became incredibly sharp.

In addition, their eyes turned blood-red, filled with ferocity and malice.

On the surface, it seemed as if reason and wisdom had vanished, leaving only madness and bestiality.

Seeing this scene, the Martial Arts Association enforcers struck more fiercely, continuously hurling curses.

"Damn cultists, betraying humanity, go to hell!"

"Kill, kill, kill! Slaughter these bastards."

"Spit! Instead of being a proper human, you side with exotic beasts, you traitor!"

"Recognizing a bunch of beasts as masters, unworthy of being human! Die for me!"

"..."

However, despite their curses, facing the opponent’s fearless and frantic attacks, their situation didn’t look too good either.

For a moment, the initially stable overwhelming situation turned into a stalemate.

The battle’s tide underwent a significant change.

After a dozen seconds.

"Boom~"

With a deafening noise, three to four dark shadows instantly broke through one of the martial hall’s walls.

Then, they recklessly fled outside with astounding speed, never pausing for a moment.

However, before they had run far, a figure wielding an axe suddenly appeared in their path, exuding an immense pressure and aura.

"Hahaha... A big fish! There’s actually a Sixth Grade Evil Cult Envoy? I’ve been waiting for you! Stay here with me! One axe to open a mountain!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand for an attack.

In an instant, a huge and imposing qi blood-giant axe-like attack appeared in the sky, carrying an unstoppable momentum.

It struck down ferociously.

"Boom~"

A second later.

The entire street collapsed with a crash, creating a trench several meters long, with clouds of gray dust and rubble rising, shrouding the scene in a veil of smoke.

The three shadows had disappeared without a trace, seemingly with no remains left behind.

Yet the figure high above remained vigilant, ready to attack at any moment.

In his perception, of the three qi bloods below, only two had significantly weakened.

The remaining qi blood, while slightly diminished, still maintained an unstoppable momentum.

A few breaths later, a shadow surged skyward, a Sixth Grade cultist with a slightly damaged mask rose to confront him, angrily shouting with a hoarse voice.

"Damn! It’s you! Blood Axe Song Chen! Bastard! How dare you use such large-scale attacks in the city, aren’t you afraid of causing huge losses and harming the innocent?"

"Is this how you protect the Human Race and the people?"

Upon hearing this, the figure holding the giant axe showed a hint of disdain on his face.

"Hmph! It’s not your place to preach, traitor!"

"And one more thing! You idiot! Haven’t you realized by now that the people on several nearby streets were evacuated long ago!"

"As for the battle losses, as long as I can kill traitors like you, it’s nothing in comparison!"

"Enough with the nonsense! Prepare to die!"

With that, he charged quickly, launching one ferocious axe attack after another.

Every attack carried a strength of several thousand units of qi blood, with a destructive power off the charts.

Hearing this, the cultist envoy’s face beneath the mask was filled with frustration.

He never expected that information would be leaked, and the hideout suddenly exposed.

Had there been preparation, it wouldn’t be like this.

Facing such powerful attacks, the cultist envoy could only block them one by one with bare hands.

He dared not bring out his usual weapon at all.

After all, taking it out would expose his public identity, thereafter forcing him to live on the run perpetually.

In fact, besides these, he had another trump card, which was to perform a bloodline transformation.

But every use would increase the bloodline’s erosion, too many times would affect his sanity and have even more serious consequences.

Weapons didn’t dare to use, trump cards didn’t dare to unleash.

For a moment, the envoy was at a stalemate, hesitating while blocking attacks, looking for a chance to escape.

There weren’t many civilians here to use as shields, so he planned to find a more crowded place, where naturally the opponent would hesitate to attack.

Song Chen, wielding the blood axe, understood the cultist envoy’s plans well, and his strikes became even more relentless.

Facing non-lethal attacks, he didn’t bother dodging, grimly enduring and striking back, determined to capture him before fulfilling his aim.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."

The sky echoed with continuous blasts, with drops of fresh blood raining down, heavy as gold grains, forming small pits upon impact with the ground.

Occasionally, pieces of flesh also fell.

The envoy seized the moment, gritting his teeth against an attack, and frantically dashed toward the city center.

Simultaneously, he raised his voice and shouted loudly.

"Blood Axe Song Chen, you and I are both Sixth Grade, let me leave now."

"Otherwise, don’t blame me for dragging countless people to die together!"

The voice was loud, reaching ten miles around.

At this moment, the citizens awakened by the fight turned pale with fright and prayed silently.

Some children even cried from fear.

"Wah wah wah... so scary."

"Mommy... mommy..."

"So frightening... daddy, hug me..."

"..."

Facing this, the parents could only show sadness, gently holding their children, constantly comforting them.

At this moment, they harbored deep hatred, despairing over their own powerlessness, awaiting fate’s judgment.

Without strength, they could only passively accept the outcome, such was the lamentable state.

Among them, a small portion who had heard of, purchased, and even practiced the Yellow Level Technique "Painful Demon Body," at this moment, recalled that technique.

In the past, they had given up cultivation because they couldn’t endure the pain.

If they could survive this time.

For their daughters, sons, wives, parents... they were determined to continue cultivating.

Countless ordinary citizens silently vowed in their hearts.

For the sake of family, no matter how painful, they would strive to cultivate in the future.

As long as they weren’t dead from the pain, they would train to the death.

Even if the upper limit locked them at the Lower Third Grades, it would still be a hundred times better than being just an ordinary person.

At the very least, they could earn a shred of hope for their loved ones.

In the city’s sky, Blood Axe Song Chen roared angrily.

"Even among Sixth Grades, there’s a world of difference! If you survive this strike, I’ll let you go! Meteor Slash!"

With that, a blood-hued axe shadow appeared behind him, instantly merging into his weapon. In the next moment, it transformed into a meteor strike, flinging the axe out together.

Though it didn’t seem imposing, it nonetheless posed a life-threatening danger to the fleeing Sixth Grade cultist envoy.

In this life-and-death situation, he cared not for concealing his identity, extending his hand to retrieve a spear from the void.

Gathering all his qi blood, he turned mid-air to block.

"Bang~ boom~ boom~ boom~"

Amid the explosion resounding through half the city, the Sixth Grade cultist envoy was blasted to the ground.

Blood sprayed the sky once more, dribbling down to create small pits upon impact with the ground.

Afterward, Blood Axe Song Chen immediately descended, fervently pursuing.

However, inside the deep pit was only his own weapon; the Sixth Grade cultist envoy had vanished without a trace.

His qi blood perception also lost track of the opponent.

After searching around, all he found was a spear broken in half by a slash.