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Within a few breaths' time, over a dozen people had died at the hands of the experts on the Blood Ranking. If not for the Sword Spirit stopping Chen Yao, he would have already taken action.

"God damn that evil thief, he deserves to die."

Suddenly, a furious roar could be heard, followed by violent tremors, as if the entire ground was shaking.

Suddenly, tens of thousands of demonic beasts appeared.

Tens of thousands of demonic beasts, what kind of concept was that? It was like a black mass of trees collapsing into the shadows of strong demonic beasts.

The weakest were the Demon Beasts at the Spirit realm. Of course, they had the most number of them, including hundreds of Genuine Force Warriors and more than twenty King Stage Demon Beasts.

It was obvious that these thousand miles of demonic beasts had been summoned by the chief of the Beast Master School.

The chief of the Beast Master School was standing right in front, and more than twenty strong men were following behind him, each of them looking extremely angry.

"Damned villains! All of you have slaughtered my clansmen! Don't even think of leaving this place alive today!"

The face of the Patriarch of the Beast Master Tribe was completely distorted, this was a hysterical shout.

"The Beast Master Clan is indeed extraordinary. Their blood naturally has the ability to control the Beast Race. The Demon Refining Pot must be in your hands. Otherwise, you wouldn't have such a powerful ability."

When the experts on the Blood Ranking saw the tens of thousands of demonic beasts, not only were they not afraid, they even showed a trace of fanaticism.

He could not help but not be afraid of the clan leader's threat. Instead, he gave a look to the tens of his subordinates.

The dozen or so blood-clothed men raised the butcher knives in their hands.

"Puchi."

"..."

The dozen or so heads once again landed on the ground.

"Ah, my Beast Master clan won't rest until you die today."

Under the command of the chief, a King Stage Howling Firmament Silver Wolf charged towards the expert on the Blood Proclamation.

The most outstanding aspects of the Howling Moon Silver Wolf were its extremely fast speed and its extremely vicious methods.

When the Howling Moon Silver Wolf attacked, it would not leave any survivors. Even if it wanted to escape, it would still encounter the endless pursuit of the wolf pack.

Seeing the silver wolf's sharp claws coming at him, the expert on the Blood Ranking didn't show any fear and revealed a contemptuous smile.

"Blood Devouring Palm!"

His hand grabbed forward, forming a bloody palm formed from true energy in front of him and viciously shot towards the Howling Moon Silver Wolf.

"Thud."

The bloody handprint ruthlessly struck the silver wolf's head and it was sent flying. Before it could land on the ground, its entire body had turned into a pool of blood that splattered everywhere. Even its bones had turned into pus and blood.

"What?"

Everyone was shocked.

How powerful was the body of a King's Realm demon beast? How could it have been killed by him with just a single strike? Furthermore, how could it have died in such a miserable manner?

Of course, they didn't know that the Everlasting Demon Sect trained in baleful qi and had poisonous fiends all over their bodies. Although this palm was a high ranked Mortal Realm martial skill, its true power was not much weaker than a low ranked Earth Realm martial skill.

Furthermore, he was certain that this expert on the Blood Ranking could use his full strength. At most, he could only use 50% of his strength.

This included the rest of the blood-clothed people. They were all surprised as they looked at the powerhouse on the Blood Ranking. Could this be the difference between them and the powerhouse on the Blood Ranking?

As expected, the people on the Blood Ranking were the true experts of the Devil Sect.

The person in front of him was only ranked eleventh on the Blood Ranking, so how strong must the top ten be? Especially the tower that ranked first. I heard that the other nine in the top ten aren't as powerful as the tower.

An expert on the Blood Ranking was an existence that ordinary disciples of the Devil Sect looked up to.

Chen Yao sighed in his heart. Sure enough, the sword sect was already a step behind the Boundless Demon Sect.

Seeing that the Blood Ranking expert had killed a king level demon beast with a single strike, the Beast Master's eyes were filled with deep fear and shock.

"Let's attack together."

Following the command given by the chief of the Beast Master School, the other Beast Master Tribe members beside him also took action. Each of them urged their demon beasts to rush towards the blood-robed people of the Everlasting Demon Sect.

"Kill!"

Every disciple of the Limitless Demon Sect had a blood stone on them, which allowed them to remember the number of cultivators or demon beasts they had killed into points by themselves. Then, they could go to the Devil Sect's Treasure Vault to exchange for techniques or martial skills. Furthermore, when the number accumulated to a certain extent, they could even make it onto the Blood Ranking.

It had to be known that every expert on the Blood Ranking would be supported by a large amount of sect resources. Being able to enter the Blood Ranking was the common wish of these ordinary disciples.

So the more they killed, the more addicted they became.

Seeing the disciples of the Everlasting Demon Sect go crazy, Chen Yao couldn't help but sigh. No wonder the sword sect was in decline. The reason for this was that the sword sect had been unambitious all these years, and there was a problem with the policy of the upper echelons.

For example, the Everlasting Demon Sect had a method to motivate their disciples to work hard in cultivation. Although it was bloody and cruel, it was fair for everyone.

As for the Swordsect's internal strife, it had never been harmonious. How was he going to fight against an external enemy?

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In less than a quarter of an hour, several hundred demon beasts had already died, and only two disciples of the Everlasting Demon Sect had died. The rest of the people were not only not afraid or tired, they were even crazier, and some were even licking the blood off their blades.

A thought had already emerged in Chen Yao's mind – the Everlasting Demon Sect was a formidable opponent.

"Stop."

The chief of the Beast Master Tribe looked at this situation and waved his hand. Then, the two groups of people separated. In his eyes, there was a deep sense of anger and worry.

Were these people devils?

"Hand over the Demon Refining Pot." The expert on the Blood Ranking had a cold expression.

The chief gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know what kind of pot you are talking about."

"Hmph, stubborn."

The expert on the Blood Ranking waved his hand, and the people dressed in red killed another young, old, and weak beast tamer.

"Patriarch, save me! Save us!" Those beast tamers who had no power to resist cried out.

"Kill again."

At the command of the Blood Proclamation, the heads of another dozen people fell to the ground.

"No, don't kill, don't kill." The chief of the Beast Master Tribe cried out in pain.

The strong clansmen around him also kneeled down in front of the chief, begging him, "Chief, please save my child. Hand over the Demon Refining Pot, hand it over."

When the expert on the Blood Ranking saw this scene, he knew that it was more than 80% complete. He immediately added another medicine and said, "Hand over the Demon Refining Pot and I'll spare your entire clan from dying."

Hearing that, the panic-stricken and silent Beast Qiang suddenly had a look of hope flash across his face. He happily shook his father's arm and said, "Daddy, hand over the Demon Refining Pot, did you hear me? He said he'd let us go. "

At this time, the chief seemed to have received some kind of provocation, and ruthlessly slapped the face of the strong beast.

"It's all because of you, you disappointing thing. You've harmed the entire clan. Today, I'll beat you to death."

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