"Tell me about the history of your Rakshasa race." Xu Lang stroked his chin and spoke.

"This... even though I've read all the texts in the literary hall, I only know a little." Harlan hesitated, afraid of displeasing Xu Lang.

As an elder, Saladin had already explained the rules and Xu Lang's terror to these new Herd Spirits.

At first, some were unconvinced, but then Saladin, somehow, managed to communicate with the Soul-Herding Wolf. After the Soul-Herding Wolf roared at them, all the Herd Spirits became obedient.

Helpless, Saladin truly didn't want to be implicated because of these Herd Spirits' foolishness.

In his view, Xu Lang was somewhat crazy.

With an elder passing down the teachings, the new Herd Spirits learned quickly.

And Harlan, wanting to know about Ayiguli's situation, felt even more fearful and humble towards Xu Lang.

"Speak, I'm listening." Xu Lang leaned back, sitting on the Soul-Herding Wolf, his tone indifferent.

"Yes!" Harlan responded.

The origin of the Rakshasa race is another great world. Legend has it that world is the place where living souls reincarnate. The Rakshasa race waged endless wars there. Later, a branch of the Rakshasa race somehow came to the human world, which is the world where the Rakshasa Country resides.

Thus, the Rakshasa Country settled there.

Moreover, due to environmental reasons, their bloodline power has been degenerating.

Harlan spoke concisely, from the founding of the Rakshasa Country to its destruction.

"Blood Rakshasas are the royal family of the Rakshasa, possessing indestructible bodies, three heads and six arms, able to fight even with severed heads... These are all the records about Blood Rakshasas I know, just fragments I saw in ancient texts." Harlan concluded.

"Are there any images?" Xu Lang asked.

"There are stone carvings, but very few..."

"Good, look and see how much I differ from those stone carvings!"

As soon as Xu Lang's words fell, a mass of karma fire erupted from his body, crimson and magnificent, like a red lotus blooming in purgatory.

Within this terrifying karma fire, Xu Lang's body was remolded.

Finally, a monster three meters tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, raised its sharp claws and clenched them, extinguishing all the karma fire.

His entire body was crimson red, his feet ablaze with fire, leaving a fiery red imprint with every step. From his lower body to his waist was covered in a layer of scale armor, resembling a battle skirt. His chest was red like a furnace, glowing with red light. His arms were strong and slender, with a pair of bone arm blades growing on the back. His shoulders, elbows, and knees were all covered in bone spikes, making him awe-inspiring!

He seemed like an Asura who had walked out of purgatory, yet also like a killing machine embodying the pinnacle of human industrial beauty.

"Blood Rakshasa!"

Upon seeing Xu Lang's form, all the Rakshasa present underwent drastic changes in expression.

The legendary Blood Rakshasa had actually appeared before them just like that, and on top of that, he was also a Shepherd!

Their knees went weak, and they all knelt on the ground, submitting from the depths of their hearts.

Xu Lang raised his hand and condensed a mirror, staring at his aberrant head within, tilting it slightly.

"So this is what it feels like when even your thinking shifts towards slaughter..."

He looked at Saladin and the others, and many killing routes automatically surfaced in his mind, incredibly exquisite, just like a master butcher dissecting an ox. Without needing to think, he knew how to fight.

"My thoughts are also somewhat affected, all about kill, kill, kill. Emotions of weakness, hesitation, and fear have all been cleaned out, replaced by coldness, decisiveness, and cruelty!"

"My heart, it's so cold!"

"Fortunately, this isn't the indescribable influence of a Sequence; it can be overcome!"

Xu Lang's inner concerns dissipated. He raised his hand and beckoned to Saladin and the others, commanding, "Come and fight me!"

Instantly, his heart accelerated its beating. The cold exterior shell fell away, revealing a core that was passionate and fervent inside!

The sound of his heartbeat composed a melody at this moment, causing Saladin and the others to all become filled with fighting spirit!

This effect was remarkably similar to Blood Grudge!

Thunderfall Venerable instantly rushed before Xu Lang, holding thunder and lightning, his face ferocious as he smashed towards Xu Lang.

The Shepherd himself is the mortal enemy of the cattle and sheep!

Xu Lang didn't hesitate for even a millisecond. His reaction speed seemed faster than nerve conduction. With a single thrust of his hand, he pierced through Thunderfall Venerable's chest. His body surged forward, charging into the enemy formation.

Saladin raised his hand, soul power surging. Rows of Yellow Sand Soldiers appeared, launching attacks towards Xu Lang!

The Herd Spirits grew alongside Xu Lang; their strength wasn't weak, and surpassing their strength from when they were alive was only a matter of time!

"Too weak! Too weak! Too weak!"

Xu Lang had no equipment bonuses and didn't use his blade, but fighting against the Herd Spirits, he appeared even more effortless and graceful than before. In less than two minutes, he had beaten all the Herd Spirits to the brink of death!

The superiority of the Blood Contract Skill was revealed clearly at this moment!

Xu Lang felt that in his Rakshasa True Form state, he was stronger than when he was armed and armored. One must know, the Blood Pelican Demon Blade and the Bloodfiend Battle Armor were both Legendary equipment.

But if the two forms were to fight to the death, the one with the blade would definitely win.

The reason was simple: the blade-wielding self had the War God skill, which could bring out the ultimate potential of the Blood Pelican Demon Blade.

"Blade, come!"

Thinking of this, Xu Lang raised his hand. His palm suddenly split open, and a bone blade emerged.

"Awoooooo!"

The Soul-Herding Wolf was so scared it retreated, instantly fleeing wildly for over a hundred meters, and was still running further out.

Xu Lang was three meters tall, and the blade was also a giant weapon, whistling through the air as he swung it.

"This form... a sword would be more suitable." Xu Lang narrowed his eyes. The flesh on his shoulders squirmed, and another strangely shaped bone sword grew out.

His willpower overrode his physical body.

This description might seem simple, but it allowed him to accomplish many incredible things. For example...

"One pair of hands is simply not enough for me to fight. Give me another pair!" Xu Lang roared violently, his voice shaking the clouds. The sound wave blew the grass flat. His body sank downwards, his shoulders squirming frantically, finally growing two pairs of crooked little hands.

All the Herd Spirits widened their eyes, looking at this scene in disbelief.

"This is exactly the same as the Undying Abomination I saw in the Blood Mist!"

Saladin was utterly shocked in his heart.

Xu Lang strained for a long time, but the two little hands remained crooked. Enraged, he raised his hand and tore off the two little hands. "Damn it, what kind of chicken shit is this growing on me!"

Then, his figure suddenly shrank, returning to normal.

A trace of imperceptible embarrassment flashed across his face.

Anger also seemed to be an emotion beneficial for combat.

Harlan perceived Xu Lang's predicament and said, "The Blood Rakshasa must grow through slaughter, experiencing countless blood tribulations..."

"So it's because I haven't killed enough people, right?" Xu Lang asked plainly and directly.

"Yes!" Harlan nodded. Even the weakest Blood Rakshasa, the kind just born, is a slayer of ten thousand.