Ian Song had absolutely no intention of wasting words with these five vampire barons. With a flicker, he charged straight at them.
"Courting death!"
The vampire baron who spoke saw Ian Song completely ignore him and grew furious, swinging his fist to meet the attack.
"Bang!"
In the next instant, that vampire baron was sent flying backwards. The other four barons were shocked by the sight, but Ian Song charged straight at them.
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
A series of collisions echoed nonstop. Under the attacks of the five vampire barons, Ian Song was forced to retreat step by step. But this situation only lasted for five minutes before he turned the tables, pressing the five barons hard.
"The Supreme Slaughter Art really is insane!"
Ian Song marveled to himself. From start to finish, he'd kept his own strength suppressed at the ninth-level warrior stage, yet with the boost from the Supreme Slaughter Art, he was able to overwhelm five vampire barons. It was simply unbelievable.
He also discovered that the stronger his opponents were, the more of that mysterious energy he could absorb.
After another fifteen minutes of brawling with the five vampire barons and absorbing enough mysterious energy, even a casual strike from him could explode with peak war-general strength.
"Splat!"
Blood sprayed everywhere as Ian Song punched straight through one vampire baron's chest. When he drew his fist back, a heart core appeared in his hand.
"Quick, kill him with everything you've got! This human is weird—he keeps getting stronger!"
One of the vampire barons sensed something was off and loudly warned his companions.
But it was already too late!
"Splurt!"
Ian Song pierced through another vampire baron's chest, snatching his heart core.
"Ah...!"
A piercing shriek burst from one of the vampire barons, carrying a supersonic edge, while the other two teamed up to attack Ian Song.
With a single step, Ian Song appeared right in front of the vampire baron who had unleashed the sonic attack, brutally punched through his chest, and snatched his heart core.
Seeing this, the last two vampire barons were terrified. They spread their wings and tried to escape in opposite directions.
"You think you can run?"
Ian Song sneered, raised his hand, and fired off two punches. Instantly, the two vampire barons' bodies exploded, and their heart cores automatically flew into his hands.
The viscount-level vampires lurking in the shadows saw this and no longer dared to provoke this human.
Too bad for them—Ian Song had no intention of letting any of them go.
He'd trapped the entire city of Luoxin with his grand formation. These vampires were just fish in a barrel with nowhere to escape.
He formed a hand seal, and instantly, space twisted within the formation. Over ten thousand vampires were teleported to surround him—among them, two earls, dozens of viscounts, over a hundred barons, and the rest were blood slaves.
Suddenly teleported here, the vampires were all momentarily stunned.
But when they saw Ian Song at the center, the nearest vampires locked their bloodthirsty gazes on him and lunged forward.
"Slash!"
Sword light flashed—several vampires were slain, and their heart cores were flicked out by his sword.
"Kill him!"
Another wave of vampires charged at him.
"Splat splat splat splat!"
Sword light streaked across the night sky like meteors—brief, beautiful, and deadly.
In an instant, the vampires that had rushed him met the same fate as the others—dead, their heart cores taken.
Instead of waiting for more vampires to attack, Ian Song charged straight into the horde himself.
"Kill him!"
The vampires were enraged—a mere human actually dared to treat them with such contempt.
But unfortunately for them, they weren't just facing any human—they were up against a slaughter god.
His longsword danced and flashed, life draining away with every swing.
Not a single vampire could withstand the power of Ian Song's sword.
Barons fell first, then viscounts, then earls.
When one of the two earls was killed, the vampires' morale collapsed. They tried to flee in all directions, only to find the void around them sealed—they couldn't escape at all.
With no other choice, they could only fight the human to the death.
An hour later, Ian Song sheathed his blood-stained sword, surrounded by piles of vampire corpses.
The Supreme Slaughter Qi he'd accumulated inside had already reached the grandmaster level.
Supreme Slaughter Qi was the name Ian Song gave to that special energy.
Just by slaughtering ten thousand vampires, he'd accumulated Supreme Slaughter Qi comparable to a grandmaster. If he killed every vampire in this city, could he reach the Martial God level?
The thought was extremely tempting.
This world might look peaceful, but it was full of danger. Of all the known hosts, Jiang Fantian was the strongest, already at the Deity-Splitting stage—two whole realms above Ian Song.
The cultivation realms are: Post-Heaven, Innate, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Out-of-Body, Deity-Splitting, Body-Fusion, Tribulation, and Great Ascension.
Actually, after passing the Heavenly Tribulation, one is no longer considered a mortal. Thus, cultivators at the Great Ascension stage are called pseudo-immortals. Once they've gathered enough power, they can break through the barrier between the mortal world and the heavens, ascending to the Immortal Realm.
Enough digression—back to the main story.
Powering up was urgent. Ian Song didn't mind piling up more corpses—he teleported another hundred thousand vampires to his side.
"Kill!"
Without another word, he charged into the mass of vampires, sword in hand.
"The human is courting death!"
"Humans don't know when to quit!"
The vampires mocked loudly at first, but their jeers were abruptly cut off. In the blink of an eye, over a hundred of their comrades had been slain, their heart cores taken.
And then—
The barons died.
The viscounts died.
The earls died.
Then, the hundred-thousand-strong vampire army nearly collapsed and tried to flee, but the space around them was locked—they couldn't escape.
During the slaughter, Ian Song felt the Supreme Slaughter Qi inside him grow rapidly. After a day and killing a hundred thousand vampires, he'd reached the early Martial Saint level.
The speed of this growth was terrifying.
But Ian Song didn't stop—he teleported another three hundred thousand vampires over.
And kept on killing.
In the blink of an eye, another day passed. The number of vampires killed by Ian Song had reached a million, and the Supreme Slaughter Qi inside him was at the peak of Martial Saint. Killing the rest should be enough to reach Martial God.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Ian Song slaughtered tirelessly for two days and nights. At last, every vampire in Luoxin City was dead.
When he walked out of Luoxin City, he found Shishi and Yueyue waiting for him with six vampire earls.
But when they met Ian Song's blood-red gaze, all of them shuddered, dropped to their knees, and trembled, "Greetings, Master!"