Unfettered Retribution: Slaughtering My Way through the World Chapter 63: Your Tone Is So Domineering, I Thought You Were

SQUISH!

A large foot suddenly stomped on the white-robed youth’s face, pinning his struggling body to the ground. Wave after wave of a thick, foul stench assaulted his senses.

Tears stread down the white-robed youth’s face as he desperately clawed at Chen Xuan’s calf.

But it was completely useless.

Like an ant trying to shake a tree.

This was utterly humiliating!

’What in the world is happening?’

His face a mask of blood and tears, the white-robed youth still couldn’t believe this was real.

"You talked a big ga. I thought you were supposed to be so kind of badass."

"But look at you now. You’re nothing special."

"With so little strength, how did you learn to be so possessive? How has no one beaten you to death for it yet?"

Chen Xuan’s calm voice rang out. "Tell , are you still going to be so possessive?"

"You... you dare treat like this? My master will never let you get away with this..."

The white-robed youth wailed, his face streaked with tears of utter humiliation.

"Oh? Crying for your master already?"

Chen Xuan’s tone was mocking. "Weren’t you acting all high and mighty just a mont ago? Like you were second only to God himself? Turns out you’re just a worthless piece of trash."

BOOM!

He lifted his foot and brought it down, stomping directly on the youth’s chest.

"Ah!"

The white-robed youth scread in agony. His entire rib cage had been shattered. Terror filled his face as he felt the overwhelming presence of death.

’If he stomps on one more ti, I’m going to die here today!’

’Who is this guy?’

"Well? Still feeling possessive?"

Chen Xuan demanded.

"You!"

The white-robed youth spat out, his voice full of hate.

"Hm?"

"I’m not! I’m not anymore! Look all you want! Please, spare ! I know I was wrong..."

The white-robed youth quickly suppressed his resentnt and stamred in terror.

"If you know you were wrong, then apologize. Say you’re sorry!"

Chen Xuan stared down at him.

"I... I’m sorry! I really know I was wrong! Please, forgive !"

The white-robed youth said, terrified.

"See? That wasn’t so hard."

Chen Xuan’s voice was calm. "Being possessive when you’re weak is a sickness, and it needs to be treated."

THUD!

He lifted his foot and stomped down again.

SPLAT!

The white-robed youth sprayed another mouthful of blood and let out a final, wretched scream. Unable to take any more, his eyes rolled back in their sockets, and he passed out cold.

[Well done! You have forcefully corrected this prodigy’s bad habit of being possessive, bringing great satisfaction to yourself. We believe he will never dare to be possessive again. Retribution points 4800!]

Hm?

A glint appeared in Chen Xuan’s eyes.

’An unexpected gain!’

’This is more than I get from an ordinary Ninth Layer of Transforming Force expert.’

This deepened his understanding of retribution points.

’It seems that besides putting on a show for a crowd, forcefully correcting soone’s bad habits and making them truly realize their mistake from the bottom of their heart also yields a hefty reward.’

A faint smile touched his lips. He ignored the unconscious man and turned his gaze to the stone carving on the wall.

Beside him, Yunxing’s face was a picture of utter shock.

She now completely believed what Senior Brother Hong had written in his letter.

’This guy is a monster!’

’He might have actually killed a Ninth Layer of Transforming Force expert before!’

At this mont, Chen Xuan stood motionless, silently gazing at the stone carving on the wall.

His entire Spirit was drawn to it.

He felt as if a bizarre vortex was spinning eerily before his eyes, throwing his mind into chaos. It was as though his entire consciousness was sinking, plumting into a strange black hole.

Sinking...

Falling...

Endlessly...

An unknown amount of ti passed.

Then, Chen Xuan suddenly snapped out of it, shivering violently. He looked at the carving again, a trace of horror on his face.

"Weird. This stone carving is seriously weird!"

"Junior Brother Chen, you’re back."

Yunxing yawned as she stood up from a nearby rock. She’d been sitting there for so long she was about to fall asleep.

She had already stared at this stone carving countless tis.

Knowing she couldn’t glean any insights from it, she had long since given up.

"By the way, did you figure anything out?"

Yunxing asked, her interest piqued.

"Nothing."

Chen Xuan shook his head.

He had to admit, his aptitude was truly terrible. He’d gained nothing.

Nothing but an endless black hole.

"There are eleven more of these carvings, right? Let’s go check out the next one."

Chen Xuan said, already heading out.

He didn’t spare a single glance for the white-robed youth unconscious on the floor.

Yunxing, however, was worried. "Wait," she said, "shouldn’t we get soone to carry him out?"

"Call soone if you want. I don’t have ti for it."

Chen Xuan left without a backward glance.

Yunxing hesitated for a mont, then gritted her teeth and went outside to call for help.

Otherwise, she was genuinely afraid he might die from his injuries.

If he actually died, it would be a huge problem.

Sparring wasn’t forbidden in the sect, but taking a life was an extrely serious offense.

「The second cave.」

Almost as soon as Chen Xuan stepped inside, a woman’s voice, so cold it was almost inhuman, rang out.

"Get out!"

"..."

Chen Xuan paused and sighed softly.

’Alright then.’

’I admit, I underestimated these so-called prodigies.’

’Are they all this arrogant?’

’Reaching the Transforming Force realm before thirty-five.’

’Hm, maybe that is sothing to be proud of.’

’But it’s no excuse to be a tyrant.’

"This cave is big enough for several people. Why do you have to monopolize it?"

Chen Xuan looked toward the woman in the corner.

She was tall and dressed in black martial arts attire. From the back, she cut a valiant and imposing figure, exuding a sharp, cold aura.

At his words, the woman spun around. Her pretty face was frad by a pair of icy eyes that scanned Chen Xuan. She frowned. "You’re new? I’ve never seen you before."

"That’s right. Just got here."

Chen Xuan nodded calmly.

"Newcors should know their place. Get out, before I’m forced to do sothing about it," the woman said icily.

"And what if I don’t want to get out?"

Chen Xuan stood his ground, his eyes burning as he stared back at the woman.

’The twelve caves... if they’re all filled with hotheads like this...’

’Just how many retribution points could I rack up by beating my way through all of them?’

"You don’t want to get out?"

The woman’s eyes narrowed, her gaze turning sharp and piercing. "Then I’ll teach you a lesson in humility and respect!"

BOOM!

She shot forward, even faster than the white-robed youth in the previous cave. The sheer force of her passage tore through the air with a deafening whistle. She aid her five fingers straight for Chen Xuan’s face, planning to grab him by the head and hurl him outside.

However!

The mont she lunged, Chen Xuan’s fist—already moving with unbelievable power and speed—struck first. It slamd into her abdon with a heavy thud, making the charging woman instantly spray a mouthful of blood and cry out in pain. Her body bent like a shrimp. Then, Chen Xuan grabbed her by the face as if he were grabbing a piece of garbage and hurled her violently out of the cave.

BANG!!

The woman’s body was thrown hard against the outer wall of the cave, shaking it to its foundations. Her face contorted in agony as she coughed up another spray of blood.

The pain was so extre that she fainted on the spot.

[...Retribution points 3000!]

The commotion was so intense that the prodigies observing the carvings in the other caves were startled and rushed out to see what was happening.

"Murong Xue!"

"What happened?"

"What’s going on?"

Their pupils contracted in disbelief.

Murong Xue: thirty-four years old, a Sixth Layer of Transforming Force expert, nicknad the Black Widow.

Who would dare to attack her?

Let alone beat her into this state?

Stunned, the crowd quickly looked toward the cave Murong Xue had just co from.

Just then, several figures rushed in from outside.

It was Yunxing, accompanied by a few doctors.

"Quick, get Hou Tong out of here! His injuries are too severe, he might die!"

Yunxing urged them.

As soon as she spoke, she noticed the crowd gathering around. Yunxing looked up, and her eyes imdiately widened again as they fell upon the unconscious woman in black.

"Murong Xue?"

A look of horror crossed her face.

’Did Chen Xuan do this to her, too?’

’That was way too fast!’

’Murong Xue is supposed to be way tougher than Hou Tong!’

"Quick, there’s another one over here!"

Yunxing quickly called out to the doctors.

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