Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races-Chapter 63: Five Killed in a Row, No Mercy Left, Betraying Humanity for the Alien Race—Deserving Death

Chapter 63: Chapter 63: Five Killed in a Row, No Mercy Left, Betraying Humanity for the Alien Race—Deserving Death

At this moment, Lin Ping’an looked at the people in front of him, his expression as indifferent as ever.

Yet deep in his eyes, although a strong killing intent flashed by, his tone was unusually calm.

"One... two... three... lucky me, to find five beasts here."

"Speak up! How do you want to die?"

Hearing these unabashed words, the few people trembled all over, quickly circulating their Qi and blood to sense their surroundings.

The next moment.

Their faces inexplicably showed some confusion, and their expressions gradually turned peculiar.

Nothing... nothing... still nothing...

After scanning several times, they still found no danger.

Within their sensory range, there was only Lin Ping’an, this First Grade Early Stage Martial Artist’s Qi and blood breath.

Aside from that, they sensed nothing else.

The few exchanged glances, without speaking, but reached the same consensus through their eyes.

There was no ambush outside, the little beast not far away was just fooling them.

Thinking of this, the five people’s actions suddenly became arrogant and rampant.

One of them stepped forward with a sinister smile, rolling up his sleeves, making a move with a domineering tone, continually provoking.

"Hmph! Little beast! Who are you trying to scare, putting on airs with your grandpa?"

"Still thinking about how to die? I want to die now! Can you make it happen? Come on! Kill me, your grandpa! Mere First Grade tras..."

However, before the words were finished, a crisp sound suddenly echoed in the room.

"So noisy! Then let me fulfill you! Life Severing!"

At the same time.

A vertical purple sinister knife mark slashed through, instantly obliterating all the person’s vitality.

This blade forcibly split him right down the middle, cleaving him into two symmetrical halves.

In the blink of an eye, a large amount of blood spurted crazily, rapidly spraying everywhere in the room, scattering his Five Viscera and Six Bowels all over.

Seeing this scene, the four Cultist Martial Artists nearby were terrified, their hearts and livers almost splitting, even their legs went weak, collapsing to the ground.

"You... you... you... how... how... how could this be? Monster! This is truly a monster!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! You cannot be a First Grade Martial Artist! Yes! Concealing Breath Technique! I remember now! You’re hiding your strength."

"Damn it! His aura... there’s something wrong... absolutely something wrong..."

"What is this move? Horrifying! Truly too horrifying!"

"Oh my god! Lin Ping’an? No! You are not Lin Ping’an! Who are you really?"

"..."

Their mouths rambled, all sorts of guesses, eyes filled with panic and terror.

Beside them, Lin Ping’an’s lips curved into a mocking smile.

"A few beasts, are you ready? Three seconds, let me see what beasts you’ve become."

Upon hearing this, the remaining four felt utterly humiliated, and rage surged in their hearts.

"Let’s fight him!"

"Members of the Divine Sect, never afraid of sacrifice, kill!"

"Transform if you will, who’s afraid of whom, let you see the power from the Divine Vein."

"Roar!!! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"..."

With a round of furious words, three people’s eyes turned red, releasing their suppression on the bloodline erosion.

In no more than a moment, they transformed into three beasts, their bodies covered in fur, heads turned into beastly forms.

One looked like a rat, tail extended behind; another resembled a cat; the last one was more grotesque, entirely unrecognizable where its bloodline came from.

Beast heads with furry bodies, standing on two limbs, a perfect depiction of anthropomorphic different-species half-beastmen.

Aside from that, the remaining person, at this instant, expended full effort to rush inside, seemingly not planning to fight but choosing to escape directly.

Seeing this scene, Lin Ping’an snorted coldly, bursting with Qi and blood, instantly suppressing the three mutated beasts to the ground.

Immediately, he appeared behind the escaping person, once more using his hand as a knife, slicing out the first move of Abi Dao Three Blades: the Life Severing Slash.

As a purple sinister aura-imbued blade mark flashed, the escaping person was swiftly bisected.

This time, the way of death slightly differed from Zhou Yang’s, being cut in half at the waist.

On the highly reflective floor, countless splashes of scarlet, even some tinged with black, spread everywhere.

Simultaneously, the villa was permeated with an increasingly dense and pungent bloody smell.

Smelling this, Lin Ping’an waved disdainfully.

But those three seemed even more provoked, howling continuously.

"Roar roar roar..."

"Howl howl howl..."

Their beastly eyes filled with wild bloodlust, as if losing all intellect and reason, no sign of spirit at all.

In the meantime, they kept digging at the ground, struggling to rise and attack.

But unfortunately, under Lin Ping’an’s suppression of eighteen thousand cal, even moving seemed exceptionally hard for them.

A few seconds later.

Lin Ping’an stepped forward, while exerting Qi and blood suppression, squatted beside these three half-human half-beast creatures with a cold face.

Began observing and researching them.

Previously, when facing Zhou Shang, the Fourth Grade Martial Artist who had attacked him, the opponent had transformed into a similar form.

But since his strength wasn’t as strong then, coupled with the unsuitable environment, he never had the chance to research.

Now, with these three living Cultist Martial Artist experiments, he had the opportunity to research thoroughly, to see why they could transform into Alien Race.

In the following time, Lin Ping’an used Qi and blood to form a blade directly. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Carefully studied these three guys.

Their internal skeletons, blood, meridians, etc., were analyzed one by one for differences from a normal Third Grade Martial Artist of the Human Race.

The sight during the research was exceedingly bloody and brutal.

But Lin Ping’an showed no mercy, nor did he feel a bit of discomfort.

In his view, these who defected to the Alien Race and were implanted bloodlines capable of transforming, weren’t considered human.

Moreover, his parents fell victim to these guys in a bloody attack, handling them so cruelly now, he wasn’t going to show any mercy.

If possible, Lin Ping’an wished to kill all the bastards clean.

Of course, towards those masters behind them, those different beast species of the Ten Thousand Races, he harbored the same thoughts.

Half an hour later.

Only mutilated limbs remained within the villa, none of the five Second or Third Grade cultivation Human Race traitors escaped death.

Some might even say they all died terribly; the first two cut down by a blade suffered no pain.

The remaining three who had transformed were studied to death painfully by Lin Ping’an.

During the process, one even regained its senses from the pain.

But to this, Lin Ping’an pretended not to notice and ignored the traitor’s intention to die.

Continuing his original intentions, perpetually conducting research, making the traitor’s body his final contribution.

After a long while, Lin Ping’an stretched, yawned, and sauntered away swingingly, step by step.

Reaching outside the villa door, he stepped over the corpses on the ground, swaggered to his car, got into the driver’s seat, and drove to the station.

Though he had yet to obtain a driver’s license in this world, it didn’t prevent him as an experienced driver to drive the car.

Flooring the gas pedal.

"Vroom vroom vroom... woo... whoosh..."

Over twenty minutes later.

Celestial Yang City, train station.

The car stopped, Lin Ping’an went to get a ticket, entered the station, then boarded the train bound for Great Xia Capital.