My Core is the Boss-Chapter 126.2: Hes Not Faking Madness, Hes Truly Mad
On the sidelines, Li Yunzhi was deeply worried. "Wang Gai... how is the Blood Master supposed to turn this around? That's seventeen hundred Supremes!"
Seventeen hundred Supremes, like cabbages handed out for free. Moreover, they were led by three Great Supremes. Not even the White Supreme could break through such a deadly formation.
"You'll know soon enough." Wang Gai rubbed his back and felt a shiver up his spine. The Blood Master's turn was coming.
Qi Yuan stood atop the city wall, smirking. "You must've thought of yourself as smart. Scheming right under my nose, thinking I wouldn't notice."
Great Supreme Mi Kong's heart skipped. Even the seventeen hundred Supremes felt a faint sense of dread.
Qi Yuan went on, "I've prepared a little gift for you."
He lifted a cup and casually tossed it off the wall. A thousand Supremes instinctively took half a step back, while the three Great Supremes startled backward.
The cup fell, hitting the ground with a dull thud. Nothing happened.
Wang Gai looked at the perfectly intact cup, his expression turning strange. That wasn't what we agreed upon...
About three thousand Supremes stared at Qi Yuan—uneasy, trying to guess what he was playing at.
Qi Yuan simply grinned. "Aiya, the silver cup was supposed to break as a signal. How awkward. Anyway, come out. Your gift is here."
The three Great Supremes stiffened. Does he have a backup plan? If so, this is a battle to the death.
A hundred Supremes, including Wang Gai, flew up to the wall. They had all witnessed Qi Yuan fight.
Seeing them land behind him, Qi Yuan finally relaxed. "With them here, what do you have left to fight me with?"
The three Great Supremes exchanged looks. The situation felt absurd. They had expected a hundred Supremes to remain loyal to the Blood Master. Still, relying on a hundred to block a thousand? Was he stupid?
They no longer doubted it. The Blood Master was undoubtedly sick in the head. There was no pretence. If anything, they felt like a clown for fearing this lunatic for so long, crafting countless contingency plans...
Qi Yuan stood proudly atop the wall, smiling at the thousand Supremes. "I even formed a band to deal with you. Consider it giving you some face."
Back in Canglan World, he already had the idea that playing some BGM during battles would elevate the atmosphere. Unfortunately, he didn't have enough underlings then, and had to rely on jade slips to play music. The effect was underwhelming. But now, as the Blood Master, he had people. Lots of people.
"One hundred Supremes playing music for you. A funeral performance, just for your send-off. Isn't that classy?"
Then, Qi Yuan snapped his fingers. A hundred, blood-red robed Supremes solemnly produced musical instruments—flutes, pipes, horns, drums, suona, sheng, cymbals, erhu—everything imaginable.
The five at the front, including Wang Gai, all held something akin to a suona.
Qi Yuan took a step forward. "Play."
Wang Gai raised the suona and blew with all his strength.
Wuuuu.
A screeching cry ripped through the air, mournful and piercing. It soared upward like the wailing at a funeral procession.
In the dry desert wind, that shrill note echoed endlessly. Qi Yuan immediately slipped into rhythm.
"On first hearing, you don't know the suona's sound. On the second... you're already inside the coffin. Too bad I didn't prepare coffins for you. So you don't qualify for a funeral!"
With the dirge blaring, Qi Yuan stepped off the wall and walked through the air toward the thousand Supremes.
Inwardly, he sighed. With a hundred Supremes blowing suonas, his battle power felt heightened. What a pity this couldn't be replicated in Canglan World. Otherwise, he would've had hundreds of Supremes playing outside the Bright Palace every day.
The thousand Supremes exchanged uneasy glances. The music was mournful, but also absolutely ridiculous.
Great Supreme Mi Kong's expression darkened. The Blood Master is nuts.
"Die!" he shouted.
The thousand Supremes hesitated only briefly and prepared to strike.
Just then, Qi Yuan stopped walking. "Have you ever witnessed a thousand demons rampage and blood rain across the world?"
Ruler of the Void - Inner Demon Lure!
Qi Yuan unleashed his Origin Divine Technique. Since he'd prepared for so long, it surged like a bursting dam. With the suona's cry, blood-rain fell, drifting toward the thousand Supremes.
The Supremes instinctively raised their defenses, yet the rain was intangible and untouchable. And when it landed on them, horror erupted. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
Qi Yuan sat in the void like a reaper shrouded in blood, eyes filled with merciless delight. "Keep playing, keep killing."
The suona wailed. Screams burst forth as countless powerful Supremes suddenly saw the most terrifying nightmares of their lives. Some screamed, some sobbed uncontrollably, as hideous demon spawns crawled from their bodies. They were like helpless newborns, unable to resist. A thousand Supremes collapsed instantly beneath Qi Yuan's Origin Divine Technique, overwhelmed by their inner demons.
The massive army that had arrived with unstoppable momentum crumbled in moments. The funeral dirge continued, echoing with mournful grief—the sorrow of the living toward the dead.
Seventeen hundred Supremes twisted their faces in agony, clawing and devouring themselves. Only the music and their screams rang in the battlefield. The scene was unbearably eerie.
Li Yunzhi and the remaining thousand Supremes could only stare in silence. W-what just happened?
Thousands of Supremes had their inner demons erupt at once. Even Supreme Mi Luo was suffering miserably.
How is the Blood Master born sacred? He's clearly a killing god!
The surviving Supremes gulped, trembling. If the Blood Master wished, couldn't he kill them just as easily?
Everyone stood frozen, horrified by the agonizing deaths unfolding before them. Even the three Great Supremes were trembling for the first time.
"You... you... what are you?"
Thousands of Supremes dying like lambs to slaughter, this was a scene from hell itself. Even gods couldn't do this.
