After Zhuang Zhentian's frenzied, inhumane massacre, Ye Fan had already gained tens of thousands of evolution points!
Each ordinary mortal only gave Ye Fan a few points, and even Qi Refining cultivators yielded only a few dozen points.
Nevertheless, Ye Fan had already amassed tens of thousands of points!
It was hard to imagine the sheer horror that Haoran Academy had become—a living hell on earth!
What enraged the higher-level cultivators of Haoran Academy even more, as they pursued Zhuang Zhentian to stop him, was that their speed...
Was simply no match for Zhuang Zhentian!
They could only follow helplessly in his wake, watching in agony as one disciple after another was mercilessly slaughtered by him.
Their eyes burned with rage, and their hearts were filled with self-blame!
"Damn it!"
"If only I could move faster!"
"We can't catch up to him at all!"
Mr. Wang and Mr. Liu, the two Nascent Soul elders of Haoran Academy, were furious beyond measure!
The nineteen Core Formation cultivators following behind were overwhelmed by the sight of so many deaths and began shouting curses, driven by grief and anger: "Are you only capable of running away?"
"You just keep dodging, never daring to face us directly—what kind of hero are you!?"
"Coward!"
"You have no guts!"
The usually refined and scholarly cultivators of Haoran Academy were now so consumed by fury from witnessing the deaths of their friends and fellow students that they started hurling insults without restraint: "If you're a man, stop running and fight us head-on!"
"Only a weakling picks on those weaker than himself—what kind of hero does that make you?"
Having already entered his Slaughter state, with his mind thrown into chaos and further cursed by Ye Fan's passive abilities, Zhuang Zhentian had lost all reason.
As he continued his killing spree, he laughed maniacally, "Hahaha!"
"I never said I was a hero!"
"But..."
Zhuang Zhentian glanced around and saw that most of the densely populated areas had already been massacred.
The few remaining people who had hidden or were scattered here and there were no longer worth his time.
So, he...
Stopped.
This was something the people of Haoran Academy had never expected.
They thought Zhuang Zhentian would flee in guilt after his massacre, especially with two Nascent Soul elders and nineteen Core Formation cultivators pursuing him.
But to their shock, after slaughtering his way through Haoran Academy, Zhuang Zhentian actually stopped.
Could it be that he wasn't afraid of being surrounded and killed?
Zhuang Zhentian had no idea how much his actions had stunned the people of Haoran Academy.
His face and body were covered in blood, and a crazed, bloodthirsty grin stretched across his face. "Who said I only bully the weak?"
"I didn't come here just to vent my anger by killing mortals and weak Qi Refining cultivators!"
"I came for revenge!"
"Revenge for the destruction of the Demon Sect, and for the ruination of my century-long plans!"
"Now, prepare to die!"
As Zhuang Zhentian roared, Ye Fan, who had already harvested countless evolution points from the slaughter of mortals and Qi Refining cultivators, began to send energy back into Zhuang Zhentian's body.
"Huh?!"
Just as Zhuang Zhentian was about to charge recklessly at the Core Formation cultivators and the two Nascent Soul elders from Haoran Academy, he felt pure, unrefined energy surging from the sword's hilt into his palm and flowing through his meridians, causing his cultivation to steadily increase.
This left Zhuang Zhentian both shocked and overjoyed!
Because—
Unlike Lin Li, Zhuang Zhentian had reached the late Nascent Soul stage entirely through his own cultivation!
This meant that Zhuang Zhentian had already been cultivating for over two or three thousand years by this point.
Now, he had reached a bottleneck in his cultivation.
If he relied solely on his own efforts, it might take many more years without seeing any significant progress.
This was why he had tried to summon the ancient Demon Lord and unify Zhao Kingdom: he had reached his cultivation limit, and this was the only way he saw to break through and extend his lifespan further.
But now!
In just a few moments, Zhuang Zhentian's cultivation had increased by a small but noticeable amount!
Don't underestimate this tiny improvement!
For Zhuang Zhentian, who had already reached his bottleneck, achieving this level of progress through his own cultivation could have taken several years!
"What's going on?"
Zhuang Zhentian's heart trembled with joy and disbelief. "Could it be...?!"
An idea began to form in his mind. "This spiritual treasure not only has powerful abilities but also... makes me stronger by drinking blood?!"
He wasn't entirely sure yet.
But as he remained in his bloodlust-driven Slaughter state, he thought, "If this sword can make me stronger by drinking blood, it must be that the people I've killed so far were too weak for me to notice any significant effect. But..."
His crimson eyes turned toward the Core Formation cultivators behind Mr. Wang and Mr. Liu.
The instant he focused on them, the Core Formation cultivators felt as though the grim reaper had locked onto them, filling them with a deep, primal fear that sent chills down their spines!
"There are still plenty of prey before me!"
Zhuang Zhentian licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, the taste fueling his madness further. "Let their blood prove whether my guess is right!"
With that thought, he began to laugh wildly again: "Kekekeke! Regret! Tremble! Fear!"
"Your deaths are imminent!"
"Damn it!"
"This is bad!"
Mr. Wang and Mr. Liu, the two Nascent Soul elders, shouted in alarm, "Everyone, stay together and don't get separated!"
However, it was already too late!
With the combined effects of Air-walking, Like a Fish in Water, and his own expertise in strange and unpredictable movement techniques, Zhuang Zhentian moved like a demon, his figure flashing from place to place.
Slash!
With a swift sword strike, he appeared behind the weakest of the nineteen Core Formation cultivators—a young scholar who had only just entered the Core Formation stage.
With a single slash, the scholar's head was severed from his body!
In an instant, blood spurted from the neck as the head rolled to the ground.
Zhuang Zhentian bathed in the gushing blood, half of his body soaked in red.
The smell of blood, far from sickening him, caused his eyes to narrow in pleasure, and a satisfied smile spread across his face. "I... can feel it!"