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Yu Fei didn’t hesitate, quickly approaching the main auditorium.

The school’s main auditorium could hold over a thousand people, but it was rarely used. There was only one person standing guard at the entrance, whom Yu Fei easily took care of.

Yu Fei was soaking wet and dripping water. Entering the building like this would expose him instantly; even his Illusory Sword Intent wouldn’t be able to conceal him.

He took off his shoes and socks, removed his outer jacket, and circulated his Qi Blood. Soon, though his clothes were still damp, they were no longer dripping.

Yu Fei quickly entered the auditorium and was stunned by the sight before him.

Hundreds of martial arts students were bound hand and foot, their mouths gagged, and piled together like livestock in a transport truck. They were crying out in despair.

Many students had been beaten to the ground, lying to the side with bleeding heads. Among them were many people he recognized—Feng Shuhao, Hu Fang, and others. It seemed nearly all the top-ranked students from the intensive class had tried to fight back...

Yu Fei’s heart clenched. These were his classmates, people he saw day in and day out, yet these animals were treating them like this.

Two cultists were carving strange lines on the auditorium stage while the others watched, spewing an endless stream of filth. The group periodically glanced at the students, the greed and malice in their eyes plain to see.

He also spotted a group of bound adults, including several martial arts teachers. An arrogant-looking man was whipping them. Strangely, his attire was completely different from that of the cultists.

Yu Fei’s gaze swept across the scene as he observed the details.

There were eleven enemies in total. Judging by the density of their Qi Blood, they were all Third Realm. ’This is going to be tough...’

"Mmph... Just kill me... You’ll all die a horrible death..."

Yu Fei was drawn by the shouts. He looked over, and his pupils contracted as a chill ran through him.

He saw Jiang Yifan, pants stripped off, tied to a table by a sensuous female bandit. She held a scalpel, apparently intending to turn Mr. Jiang into a eunuch.

Yu Fei could bear it no longer. He decided to risk it all. Based on his previous experience killing cultists, their realms might be high, but their martial skills were laughably bad.

Besides, he was now a Second Realm Martial Artist who had forged a Tribulation Sword Dao Foundation and mastered Unbounded Sword Qi. His strength couldn’t be compared to what it was before.

Worst case, he had his Illusory Sword Intent to help him. If he couldn’t win, he’d still have a chance to escape.

"What a tender little thing... Jie jie jie!"

Miss Lanhua had an intoxicated look on her face. She was considering whether she should have a taste first. The target needed to be kept whole before the blood sacrifice, but Dust Sacrifice wasn’t here. ’Perhaps...’ She glanced up and saw the whole group was waiting for her decision.

If she chose to indulge her own desires, she estimated quite a few others would follow her lead.

The atmosphere in the Bright God Sect was too oppressive these days. Just as Di Yunliang had said, none of the cultists who had survived this long were fools. There were some things they no longer dared to think about. The day-after-day pressure, the craving for bloody slaughter, and their gradually twisting minds had driven many of them to the brink of madness.

The assault on the county seat had been far more difficult than they’d imagined. They thought they’d only be facing two decrepit old men at the Inner Qi Realm, but their opponents had actually laid an ambush with soldiers. If the Rose Envoy hadn’t destroyed the enemy’s position right away, every last one of them would have been picked off by snipers on the way.

Moreover, there were two Gang Qi Martial Artists here. If Dust Sacrifice hadn’t made a move...

Thinking of Dust Sacrifice made Miss Lanhua agitated. She could already imagine the authorities’ fury afterward. The hope of escape was slim...

’Should I just have my fun first?’ She looked at the handsome Jiang Yifan, trembling with excitement, and couldn’t stop herself from raising the scalpel...

Jiang Yifan roared in fury. Before today, Yu Fei had been the person he hated most in the world. But now, he suddenly realized all of that was trivial. He would rather die right now than become a eunuch before his death.

Many of the bound students closed their eyes, unable to watch the cruel scene.

Du Mingxuan watched in silence, powerless to stop it. He was already a fish on the chopping block; perhaps he would be next.

Li Mengyao’s eyes were red from crying. Her arms were scraped raw, but she still couldn’t break free from the ropes.

Zhang Qingyu had blood trickling from the corner of her mouth and a red handprint on her face, which was swollen on one side. She watched Jiang Yifan, who was about to suffer a great humiliation, her heart filled with unspeakable pain.

’Oh god... someone save us, save Jiang Yifan. I’m willing to pay any price...’

She couldn’t help but pray in her heart.

The cultists stared excitedly at the knife in Miss Lanhua’s hand, hoping the pervert would get on with it. If someone took the lead in breaking Dust Sacrifice’s rules—and the temporary leader, no less—then no one could stop them from unleashing the beasts in their hearts.

Many let out chilling, strange laughs, their gazes falling upon the group of beautiful young girls as they picked out their targets in advance.

Miss Lanhua raised the scalpel high and slowly brought it down, savoring the pain of the delectable young man before her.

"Who—Ugh... Mmph."

The terrified Jiang Yifan saw the tip of a sword suddenly emerge from the perverted woman’s throat. Then, with a flash and a twist of the blade, her astonished head fell to the floor, splattering him with blood.

Yu Fei’s figure flashed past. As his Ruyi Shen Jin erupted, his entire body seemed to blur. His Illusory Sword Intent could barely conceal him anymore; others could see a distorted shimmer in the air.

Aided by the sevenfold boost to his neural reaction speed from [Super Speed Reaction] and the damage prediction from [Insight], he swung his sword at a limping cultist who was squatting on the ground.

When Miss Lanhua was beheaded, some of the surrounding cultists had already spotted Yu Fei.

"Who’s there—"

"Kill—"

"Second Realm?..."

"Limping Six, watch... out..."

Yu Fei clearly saw the astonishment on the limping cultist’s face. The man hadn’t even put down the tool he was using to carve the Array. He seemed to have noticed something was wrong and was about to stand up.

A cold glint of steel flashed past. Blood sprayed as Limping Six clutched his throat and collapsed, twitching on the ground.

Without pausing, Yu Fei moved on to the next person carving the Array.

After seeing two of his fellow cultists die in quick succession, this one finally reacted, drawing a long saber and slashing at Yu Fei.

Yu Fei sidestepped and ducked his head slightly to evade the blade. The combination of [Super Speed Reaction] and [Insight] was like adding wings to a tiger in close-quarters combat, making him unstoppable.

He thrust his Cyan Lotus Sword straight forward, piercing the man’s glabella. Feeling a dull resistance from the blade, he immediately imbued the Cyan Lotus Sword with Unbounded Sword Qi. A flare of Sword Qi erupted, completely destroying the man’s brain.

After felling three men in a row, the young man could no longer maintain his concealment and needed to calm his roiling Qi Blood.

So he dropped his concealment, turned, and pointed his sword at the cultists rushing toward him. The pack of brutes actually froze in their tracks.

The young man’s gaze was sharp, and his Cyan Lotus Sword radiated a cold light. He stood on the auditorium stage, looking down on the horde of monsters.

Years later, this image would remain seared into the minds of many.

"It’s Yu Fei..."

Someone recognized him.

"Yu Fei, save us..."

"Yu Fei, run..."

The bound students were in an uproar. Du Mingxuan was no longer silent, shouting excitedly, "Fei! Kill them! Kill them all...!"

Jiang Yifan laughed hoarsely, a laugh of pure relief. "Yu Fei, you son of a bitch... you have my fucking thanks... haha!"

Zhang Qingyu was crying and laughing at the same time, silently giving thanks in her heart. ’Yu Fei, thank you...’

Yu Fei’s instant killing of three enemies had deeply shaken the remaining eight. Some had already crept toward the door, ready to flee at a moment’s notice.

The three cultists in front of him carefully observed Yu Fei’s realm, seemingly in great confusion.

"Second Realm?"

"Judging by his aura, he’s Second Realm at most..."

A bald man said angrily,

"Fuck, his realm is only Second Realm! There are so many of us! Are we really going to let some kid scare us off?"

"The kid must have used some technique to hide himself. It’s broken now. Everyone, get him! Kill him!"

After some quick analysis and confirmation, the cultists’ confidence returned. The noisy chatter from the students gradually died down as they couldn’t help but remember that although Yu Fei was impressive, his major realm was still the First Realm, while these cultists were all Third Realm Martial Artists.

Yu Fei? Could he be a match for them?

They didn’t yet know that Yu Fei had already broken through the Breaking Blood Gate and become a quasi-Second Realm Martial Artist.