After using
Shadow Step
, Feng Shen reappeared on a sturdy tree branch, pressing his back against the rough bark as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
'Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!!!'
Feng Shen's eyes darted through the surrounding, searching for anything—a target, a distraction, sothing he could kill to release the bloodlust coiled tightly within him.
The night was silent, but his heart hamred, urging him to find relief before the bloodlust took him over completely.
"SHIT!" Feng Shen roared, his voice tearing through the silence as he clenched his teeth in frustration.
His fists tightened, knuckles white, as he fought to keep himself from exploding, each breath coming out in harsh, ragged bursts.
Finding nothing in his imdiate surroundings, Feng Shen launched himself from branch to branch, leaping with feral intensity as he picked up speed.
His movents were fluid, each jump bringing him closer to sothing—anything—that could satisfy him.
Eyes sharp, instincts on edge, Feng Shen moved like a predator on the hunt.
Finally, after a few minutes, he found sothing.
In the distance, a plu of smoke rose from the forest floor.
Without a second thought, Feng Shen bolted toward it, pushing his body to its limits faster than ever before.
His movents beca even more frantic, almost erratic, as he propelled himself through the trees, narrowly avoiding tripping mid-air.
Feng Shen's heart raced, and with each leap, he could feel his bloodlust simring closer to the surface.
It was leaking at this point.
As Feng Shen neared the source of the smoke, he wasted no ti.
Without hesitation, he abandoned the branches entirely, allowing himself to fall freely through the air.
The forest floor rushed up to et Feng Shen, and he embraced the descent, letting the wind whip past his face as he focused solely on killing.
No second thought—just the intense, driving need to calm his bloodlust.
As Feng Shen landed with a resounding thud, debris scattered in every direction from the force of the impact.
The ground cracked beneath him, but his focus remained unshaken.
When the dust settled, Feng Shen found himself in the heart of a camp—dozens of won surrounding him.
The won, all of them, stood frozen in disbelief as they took in the sudden appearance of a lone male in their midst.
The shock was brief, quickly replaced by instinctual reactions.
Weapons of all kinds—swords, giant hamrs, knives, bows—were drawn in unison, each woman taking a defensive stance.
Their movents were all coordinated, a reflex to the unexpected presence of a male, especially one who had appeared out of nowhere.
"State your nam—" One of the won began, but before she could finish her sentence, everything went upside down.
In an instant, she saw her own body tilt backward, and before she could react, blood sprayed into the air.
The woman's vision then went dark as her body collapsed to the ground in a lifeless heap.
Feng Shen stood over the severed head, his laughter resounding through the air—insane, manic, and full of madness.
He reached down, casually picking up the head, and without a second thought, sank his teeth into the lips, his smile growing more twisted with every bite.
The blood splattered across Feng Shen's mouth, but he didn't care.
He ate like a demon.
Stunned into silence by the sheer brutality of the scene, the won were montarily frozen in shock.
But the mont passed quickly, and instinct kicked in.
"Senior sister… no! Kill this bastard! NOW!!!"
Without hesitation, those with bows nocked their arrows and loosed them toward the man.
The arrows flew through the air with deadly precision, each aid at him with lethal intent.
Without moving an inch, Feng Shen allowed the arrows to strike him, their tal tips embedding themselves in his body, but it was as if he barely felt them.
He remained unmoved. However, his golden eyes glanced over at the won who dared to attack him.
The severed head fell from Feng Shen's hand, landing with a soft thump at his feet.
The madness in his eyes intensified, and with a cruel, unsettling grin, he focused on the next target.
"What are you waiting for!? RUSH HIM!" One of the won, her face twisted with anger, yelled at the others who carried lee weapons.
Her voice had sliced through the tension like a whip, urging the others to act.
Imdiately, those with swords, giant hamrs, and knives surged forward, their weapons raised, determined to take down the man who had killed their senior sister.
"Die, you bastard!"
"For our senior sister!"
"You'll pay for what you did!"
"This is your end!"
"We'll avenge her, no matter what!"
"You're going to regret this!"
However, Feng Shen paid no attention to the lee attackers who rushed toward him. With a swift flicker, he used Shadow Step, vanishing from his position and reappearing in front of the won with bows.
Before they could even react, he moved with terrifying speed, his bare hands lashing out.
Feng Shen twisted their necks one by one, each snap of bone accompanied by a sickening crack.
The madness in his eyes burned brighter with each life extinguished, his movents becoming relentless.
The lee attackers, who had been brushed aside with the speed of a breeze, turned around in a frantic panic.
Their eyes widened in disbelief as they saw their fellow sect mbers—those who had wielded the bows—lying dead on the ground, their bodies sprawled.
The won couldn't even react in ti.
Their minds struggled to process what was happening.
The horror before the won felt unreal, like a nightmare they couldn't wake from.
They had expected this trial to be a walk in the park.
But now, faced with the unimaginable brutality of a man they could only describe as a literal demon, the won realized just how wrong they had been.
They never could have prepared for this.
Their Lotus Sect had trained them in many things—discipline, technique, and the ways of the martial arts—but never to face soone with such raw, unrelenting brutality.
The won had never been taught how to fight against a killer so much more experienced, soone who seed to revel in the carnage.
They found themselves utterly outmatched by the madness that stood before them.
All the won's hands trembled, feeling shattered, as the weight of their impending doom settled in.
So of them even dropped their weapons, the fear overwhelming them.
But the mont the won's grips faltered, they lost sight of him—the man vanished.
To them, he had beco nothing more than a blur, moving with such speed that they couldn't track him.
Despite this, all the won could still hear laughter…
It ca from all directions…
Feng Shen's laughter grew louder, more manic, and utterly unhinged.
Suddenly, he appeared in front of one of the won who had dropped her weapon.
Feng Shen grabbed her by the throat, lifting her effortlessly into the air.
"Let go of , you insane bastard!"
The woman kicked helplessly, her hands clawing at him, but it was futile.
Seeing this, the remaining won acted. With gritted teeth, fueled by desperation, they launched themselves at the man.
Weapons were raised, and they attacked as one, stabbing and slashing from all sides.
Swords, knives, and giant hamrs drove toward his back and sides.
Each woman trying to pierce the man's flesh, to free their sister from his grasp.
However, Feng Shen didn't loosen his grip in the slightest. His grin stretched wider, revealing his teeth as he stared at the woman in his hand.
Despite the weapons starting to pierce his body, the pain felt like nothing.
With a cruel, almost languid motion, Feng Shen snapped the woman's neck, the sickening crack echoing through the air as her body went limp in his grasp.
Seeing the man not even flinch as the lee weapons dug into his flesh, the remaining won froze, their weapons still lodged in his body.
A wave of dread washed over them as they slowly began to back away, unsure of what to do.
Their attacks had done nothing—the man was unfazed by the pain, almost as if the wounds didn't matter at all.
The realization hit them like a cold, hard slap: no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't hurt him.
Feng Shen turned around slowly, his expression fading into sothing more unnervingly calm.
He smiled at the won, as he spoke in a friendly voice:
"You should've aid for the neck, ladies." Feng Shen gently let go of the lifeless woman in his hand.
He then pointed to his own neck.
The remaining won swallowed hard, their throats dry as they began to sweat profusely.
So, unable to control themselves, felt a wave of humiliation and terror wash over them as they pissed themselves.
The oppressive silence around them was broken only by the sound of their heavy breathing, their eyes never leaving the man.
And then, everything beca a blur. Their vision spinning, the forest floor beneath their feet felt like it was slipping away.
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Before the remaining won could react, the darkness swallowed them whole.
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