The One Armed Butcher

Outside of the Northern Vanguard sect, some its outer disciples are sweeping in their verdant front yard. Surrounded by trees, you could still make out the massive white buildings that housed over 2 thousand disciples.

Its mysterious sect master that appeared out of the blue had spared no expense in making sure that it is the most gorgeous sect in this region.

One of the young women sweeping noticed the arrival of a man in a black cloak, obscuring not only his face, but his ominous intentions.

The young woman greeted the stranger with a smile.

"Greetings, my name is Xiangqi. Are you here to apply to our sect?"

It was not the first time that a vagabond had arrived on Xiangqi's watch, hence, the cordial greeting.

"Xiangqi, how old are you?"

The odd question put Xiangqi on edge, her smile turning into wariness. No one had ever picked on them due to the power and prestige of their sect, but there was always a first time for everything. If this man came here looking for a fight then he will suffer the sect's wrath.

"I have no obligation to tell a stranger that. If you are here to cause trouble then let me warn you, our elders are strong, please leave."

"You appear to be young, so young. Are you the same age as Jinghua, perhaps?"

The ill presence from the man made Xiangqi sweat, "Jinghua, who's that?"

Unsheathing from his back, the man brandished his Bagua Dao before the woman. The blade large enough to cleave her with one swing made Xiangqi gasp.

"Someone gone to soon."

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An unstoppable demon had descended upon them!

This is what the members of the Northern Vanguard sect cried out as their blood spilled into their walls.

The demon listened naught to any plea of mercy, he harbored no enjoyment in the act, but a cold drive for slaughter.

There a few that were able to flee. Thus, spreading the knowledge of the one armed demonic cultivator that butchered the entirety of the Northern Vanguards.

Its last elder ran limping into the sect master's chamber, hoping to at least draw out their sect master from his and kill this bastard that wiped them out!

His breathing ragged while his clothes are torn, spewing blood from all injuries he sustained from the brutal skirmish.

But just before Aigou could open the massive gate leading to their sect master's portal, the sound of Aigou's demise came in a torrent of blood spears splitting the ground as it traveled, rushing to gore Aigou like a wave of malice.

Impaled on all angles, Aigou couldn't even voice out the agony as he had a blood spear lodged in his throat.

If the the torture of being impaled wasn't enough, Aigou could feel himself getting drained of his qi!

Ah, so this was how this one armed butcher was able to sustain himself as he fought all of them! With each impalement of his victims, he would drain them dry of their qi, presumably taking it as his own. Such a wicked skill!

Suddenly, the golden gate opened on its own, revealing an irked Daiyu, calm and his hands postured behind his back.

Even at the sight of Aigou dying before his eyes, Daiyu remained calm. This elder was dispensable, that said, he didn't want to dispense of him just yet.

"Let Aigou free and I can at least promise you a swift end." Daiyu demanded.

Fang Xuan's lips twisted into an ominous arc, followed by the sound of exploding flesh.

By Fang Xuan's command, the spears that impaled Aigou changed angles, tearing him apart from the inside out! Such technique made his mangled guts splatter on all directions. Some if was about to splash onto Daiyu but his from quickly changed into mist, making the blood go through his spectral form.

With his will, Daiyu once again solidified.

"You must the the young brat that we missed. That blood qi of yours is deadly, I'm surprised they hid a technique this fearsome from that trashy sect."

Fang Xuan chuckled, "You call us trashy but none of your disciples even put up a fight as I killed them all."

His arms all of a sudden spread, Diayu's killing intent manifested in the form a mist blowing into the entire chamber.

"Naturally, they are simply sustenance. Let's see if you can still run that mouth of yours once beat you to the ground."

Fang Xuan knew this was no ordinary mist, much like his earth qi, this mist was the form which Daiyu's qi took form. Daiyu's cultivation that Fang Xuan could felt from them put him on edge even with the boost he got from Chi You.

Speaking of, as soon as this demonic cultivator in front of Fang Xuan bared his killing intent, Chi You's zeal to hunt the demonic reared itself.

<This foul smell! This demonic cultivator had devoured plenty! Quickly, child, kill him! Show that our evil is more formidable than his!>

An evil that devours other evil. A wretched existence that Fang Xuan subjected himself to for the price of revenge. If this is what he is from now on then so be it.

Fang Xuan opened up their fight by waving his massive sword and slamming it onto the ground, a tidal wave of blood spear erupted to swallow Daiyu!

Like a mocking mirage, Daiyu laughed at Fang Xuan's face as the spears passed through his mist form. As if whisked by the wine, Daiyu flew towards Fang Xuan. His form solidifying mid punch, slamming his fist into Fang Xuan's mug that sent him flying.

In a calm stance, Daiyu positioned his arms behind his back, awaiting his foe's recovery.

"Blood or sword, it matters not. You have no chance of harming me."

<He is far above your capabilities, Child! Oh, I can no longer wait to devour him! I shall take the reins from now on!>

Take the reins? As Fang Xuan started to get up from the rubble, he struggled to make sense of this person in his head what did he mean by....

Hijacking his vessel's consciousness, Chi You stood to breathe the air. It's been a while since he was able to posses a worthy vessel! What's more, a lamb had just presented itself for slaughter!

Daiyu immediately sensed the shifting of souls, the enemy before him carried not the inexperience of youth, but the bloodthirstiness of a killer that had lived for a hundred of years.

"Who are you!?" Daiyu questioned. It was time for him to beon guard, such a menacing aura that this boy, no - the person possessing him is exhibiting!

Fang Xuan's tone stacked another one one top of his. Deeper, evil.

"Who am I!? I am your demise, you demonic filth!"

Mimicking Fang Xuan's tributed arm, Chi You sprouted one tailored from the visage of his vile blood, ladened with spikes and sharp fingernails.

The simple act of restoring a limb made his dantian pop, doing damage to his cultivation that Fang Xuan would soon need to address lest he is permanently crippled due to his qi pathways unable to take the flood of Chi You's extremely powerful and incompatible qi.

(The simple act restoring an arm almost killed me, this vessel has great potential but it is weak!)

As much as Chi You wanted to play with his food, he must end this battle soon before his vessel breaks down.

Diayu is now out classed, he now knew as much. This, he immediately took on his mist form.

"Too bad, with all that power up, you still cannot harm me. The next time we meet, I'll be sure to repay this transgression by tenfold."

The mist Daiyu turned his back, intending to use the portal in his chamber while he is still invulnerable.

"Next time!? You shall perish here and now!"

Suddenly, a vortex of blood formed around Chi You's Bagua Dao. Throughout his immortality, Chi You understood that no technique is supreme, unless you are the Buddha himself, you and your techniques are bound to have flaws. Whether you are a denizen of Heaven, Hell, or The realm of Mortals, this rule applies to all.

His mist form might be invulnerable to physical damage, but what happens if he gets ripped asunder during it? With a sinister smile, Chi You was eager to find out.

The vortex of blood spun rapidly, until it took an a massive proportion that can swallow a person whole.

"Taste this, [Swirling Blood of Malice!] Yaaaaah!" Chi You shouted as he unleashed the tornado of blood onto his enemy.

Heaving his final cry at the top of his lungs, Diayu wreathed in agony before being ripped apart by the blood tornado.

"Fang Xuan, is that you...no, it can't be...who the hell are you!?"

Yanmei finally arrived. Too little, too late to stop Fang Xuan's vengeful massacre.