Path of Slaughter – The Dragonkind's Sorrow (Part 3)

Ever since Ye Han began selecting corpse slaves, the influx of a massive amount of fresh blood caused changes in the Half-Life Domain. Ye Han knew clearly that for the Half-Life Domain to grow rapidly, it needed a substantial amount of blood. Although Ye Han never fully understood why, he knew he was now facing the entire continent, and the Half-Life Domain would be his ultimate safeguard.

The blood of the two giant dragons was a trivial addition to the blood pool. It was the blood of nearly thirty thousand people that contributed a bit to the growth of the Half-Life Domain. Ye Han knew that much more blood was needed.

After dealing with the two giant dragons, Ye Han appeared directly in front of Alunke'er City. Without the hindrance of any Saint-level fighters, the city's defenses, consisting of some ninth-level swordsmen and magicians, could not withstand the attack of the Abyssal Nether Dragon Baires. In a short period of time, Ye Han had nearly destroyed half of Alunke'er City, with only a few ninth-level fighters putting up a stubborn resistance.

Turning around, Ye Han looked towards the Saint-level battle outside. Among the twelve Saint-level fighters, nearly ten had already lost their combat effectiveness under the siege of more than twenty lost beasts. Only Jester and another peak Saint-level fighter were still resisting, while three of Ye Han's lost beasts had also been completely destroyed.

"Still, I underestimated your strength," Ye Han said indifferently. His hands quickly forming seals, the space around him twisted violently. A spatial crack about ten meters long appeared instantaneously, and a giant hand wielding apocalyptic power stretched out, catching Jester and the other fighter before they could even react.

Feeling the immense pressure from the giant hand, Jester's face turned pale, and he exclaimed in horror, "God-level!" as he looked in Ye Han's direction.

With a crackling sound, bones shattered, and the giant hand retracted instantly. Jester and his companion fell to the ground, their bones broken, completely losing their ability to fight. Ivelin appeared in front of the two, sealing their fighting energy.

"Master," Ivelin flew to Ye Han's side, and the other corpse slaves and lost beasts also gathered in front of Ye Han, holding Jester and the others like little chicks.

"Baires, come back," Ye Han's voice directly entered Baires's soul. Baires, still immersed in the slaughter, immediately abandoned the few remaining humans on the ground and returned to Ye Han's side, obeying his master's orders without question.

With a wave of his hand, Ye Han sent everyone except Baires, Ivelin, and the sealed Jester back to the Doomsday Prison. "Go, spread the news of today across the entire continent," Ye Han said coldly, standing on Baires's back and looking down at Jester.

"You will die, you will suffer terribly," Jester, suppressing the severe pain in his body, snarled viciously. The death of hundreds of thousands and the destruction of a city intensified his killing intent towards Ye Han to an indescribable extent.

"Die? Haha," Ye Han's white hair fluttered in the wind, his wild laughter harmonizing with the surrounding chaos. Everything perfectly accentuated Ye Han's madness and bloodlust, embodying the name given to him by the continent – "Blood Asura."

"Then come at me. Tell all who wish to kill me that I'll be waiting in the Hengduan Mountains," Ye Han said. Baires, with Ye Han on its back, soared into the sky amidst a cloud of dust, while Ivelin casually dropped Jester to the ground and followed.

With his strength sealed, Jester, protected by a dozen survivors of Alunke'er City, left for the capital of the Frostwind Empire to inform Emperor Kranford before the dragonkind arrived.

This year on the Qingming Continent was undoubtedly a year of shock and upheaval – a year of unrest, a year of slaughter, and a year dominated by Ye Han's madness as "Blood Asura."

Since his emergence, every action of Ye Han had shaken the entire continent, leaving an indelible mark of his bloodthirstiness, arrogance, and brutality.

This time, the direct slaughter of five giant dragons and twelve Saint-level fighters, along with hundreds of thousands of soldiers and mercenaries, highlighted the terrifying strength displayed by Ye Han. Behind him stood the power of a God-level fighter.

When the news spread, the three great empires simultaneously approached the Sword Sect and the Magic Sect, requesting the lifting of the continental restrictions on Ye Han. They also asked these sects to explain the true situation to the dragonkind. Considering the request of the three empires and the information they had gathered, the Sword and Magic Sects decided to lift the restrictions on Ye Han starting from that day.

This decision was a bombshell on the already chaotic continent. For millennia, neither sect had ever lifted restrictions on anyone before a major competition. The decision of the Sword and Magic Sects further affirmed Ye Han's infamous reputation and his value.

The Hengduan Mountains once again became the battleground for the entire continent, all because of Ye Han.

As days passed, more and more people gathered on the ruins of Alunke'er City. In less than a month, the number reached over a million, including more than fifty Saint-level fighters from all corners of the continent and various families and forces. All these Saint-level fighters possessed mid-level strength or above.

Surprisingly, there were no representatives from the Church of Light or the Dark Church. This caused much speculation among the people.

"The Sword Sect and Magic Sect have arrived," said a peak Saint-level fighter, gazing into the distance. Shortly after, over a dozen figures swiftly crossed the sky.

When they flew above the ruins of Alunke'er City, it became clear that there were sixteen people in total - eight from the Sword Sect and eight from the Magic Sect, all of them late Saint-level fighters.

"Truly, they are the superpowers that have stood on the continent for ten thousand years," murmured the fifty-plus Saint-level fighters who had arrived earlier, impressed by the strength of the newcomers.

"Greetings to Lord Kapulos. Greetings to Lady Katie," they all paid their respects to the leaders of the Sword and Magic Sects, not out of respect for them as individuals, but in recognition of the power they represented.

"Well, everyone, let's not stand on ceremony. Since most are here, let's begin," Kapulos said without a hint of arrogance.

"I believe everyone is aware of Ye Han's abilities and forces. Therefore, I suggest that while attempting to kill or capture, try not to stray too far apart," Katie followed up.

"How can we find him in the vast Hengduan Mountains if we don't split up?" questioned a representative from the royal family of the Flame Dragon Empire.

Kapulos and Katie were momentarily at a loss for words, unable to answer this critical question.

If everyone spread out too thinly, they could easily be defeated by Ye Han's demonstrated strength. But staying together, it seemed impossible to search the vast mountains for just one person for decades.

Suddenly, a series of thunderous dragon roars broke the silence. Soon, thirteen gigantic dragons appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Thirteen giant dragons!" The people were astounded to see the dragons, with the shortest being twenty-five meters long and the longest nearly thirty-five to thirty-six meters. This was the largest mobilization of dragons by the dragonkind in a thousand years.

"That greedy human, I want to tear him apart," roared the largest Earth-type giant dragon, with the other twelve dragons joining in, their roars echoing through the heavens and earth.

"Dragonkind lords, please be patient, that person is in the Hengduan Mountains," Kapulos said calmly to the Earth-type giant dragon.

Suddenly, a fierce dragon flame burst forth, incinerating a vast area of trees a thousand meters away and scorching the earth. At that moment, a figure rose from the Hengduan Mountains, stopping a hundred meters away from the crowd.

"My master says, those who wish to find him must play his game. Only those who survive will see my master," the figure said, holding a piece of paper densely covered with words. He threw the paper towards Kapulos and then vanished into thin air.

The figure came and went quickly. Kapulos, looking at the paper in his hand, first noticed the words "Path of Slaughter."

"Sorry for the inconvenience the past few days. The Path of Slaughter begins now. How many will survive, and will they venture deep into the heart of the Hengduan Mountains?"