Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain Chapter 2747 - 2746: Ruthless and Vicious

Elsewhere, Blood Slave was dutifully executing the grim assignment handed to him by the Blood Clan Young Master.

Burning with a vitriolic rage, Blood Slave’s eyes reflected intense hostility. Beyond the sheer agony of losing Blood Chen, he harbored a deep-seated contempt and loathing for all humanity.

"Exterminate every human within a radius of hundreds of miles—let none survive. This will serve as a blood sacrifice for the fallen Blood Chen!" The command from the Blood Clan Young Master hammered into Blood Slave's consciousness, a chilling decree that drove him toward a frenzy.

Blood Slave wasted no time. Having shared a close bond with Blood Chen, he felt that merely slaughtering a few human warriors was hardly enough to soothe his bitterness; it was barely a down payment on his debt of vengeance.

Right now, his only desire was to bathe in human blood to quench the fire of hatred searing his soul.

"Puff, puff, puff~~~"

Every strike from Blood Slave claimed a life.

In the span of an hour, he tore through the region like an untamed beast, terrorizing everything within hundreds of miles.

With blinding speed and terrifying physical prowess, he crushed any human in his path like a common pest, mowing them down one after another.

Regardless of their cultivation base, even the natives of the Extraterrestrial Battlefield could not evade this inevitable execution.

The air erupted into a cacophony of shrieks, wails, and desperate pleas for mercy, weaving a tapestry of pure, unadulterated tragedy.

Yet, Blood Slave remained unmoved; his focus was entirely surrendered to carnage and malice.

He had, in essence, transformed into an instrument of slaughter, tirelessly carrying out his grim mission.

During this rampage, Blood Slave crossed paths with two Heavenly Realm Martial Artists.

Though they were counted among the elite of humanity, they appeared absurdly fragile before him.

With a single, negligent wave of his hand, Blood Slave shattered their defenses and shredded their bodies into ruin.

The death of these Heavenly Realm experts sent a shockwave of terror through the nearby human populace, who scattered in a frantic bid to survive the onslaught.

But to them, Blood Slave was an omnipresent phantom; there was simply nowhere to run.

Amidst the killing, Blood Slave saw fit to spare two human warriors, capturing them alive.

While their strength was mediocre, he surmised they might possess information of some value.

Binding the pair tightly and carrying them like captured prey, he returned to the Blood Clan Young Master, dripping with fresh blood and exhaling a thick aura of slaughter.

"Young Master, the task is finished." Blood Slave’s tone was cold and raspy, his gaze radiating a dark sense of satisfaction and pride.

He tossed the two captives to the ground, treating them with the same casual disregard one would show a pile of refuse.

The Blood Clan Young Master glanced at his servant and nodded, clearly pleased. "Excellent work, Blood Slave. Now, let their blood be scattered over the Land of the Fallen where Blood Chen lies—let the sacrifice commence!"

"Yes!" Blood Slave signaled his compliance immediately, as this was the traditional method their sect used to honor the departed.

It was much like humans who might slaughter livestock to commemorate their own dead.

Turning his attention, the Blood Clan Young Master set his sights on the two human warriors.

Though these two possessed the strength of Earth Realm martial artists, they were reduced to trembling wrecks under the weight of his singular gaze.

In the heavy, stifling silence, the Blood Clan Young Master stood perfectly still.

His eyes were as bottomless as an abyss and as frigid as celestial light.

Beneath him, the two captives quaked; despite being Earth Realm martial artists, they found their strength utterly neutralized. Even their Dao Heart proved incapable of resisting the pressure pulsing from his mere presence, causing their resolve to crumble entirely.

"I have a few questions for you. Speak the truth." The Blood Clan Young Master’s voice sounded ancient and resonant, carrying an undeniable, heavy command.

The tone was devoid of emotion, yet it instinctively struck fear into the hearts of those who heard it.

The two warriors traded looks, finding only despair and helplessness reflected in the other.

They understood clearly that before a being of such magnitude, attempting to lie was a fool's errand.

"Tell me, has a mythical genius appeared among your human kind in recent years? One currently at the Heavenly Realm Second Layer Heaven. Provide me with all the details you have on this person!"

The words of the Blood Clan Young Master acted like icy blades, shearing through the air and obliterating the last vestiges of the warriors' mental defenses.

Upon hearing the query, one of them—a fighter who had recently crossed into the Extraterrestrial Battlefield from the Outer World—widened his eyes in astonishment.

He had not imagined that the Blood Clan Young Master would concern himself with tracking down 'Master Lin'.

As for 'Master Lin', he possessed a wealth of information regarding the man.

It was a complicated mix of reverence and malice. He revered Lin Dong for the sheer supremacy of his strength—a sentiment shared by anyone familiar with his legend.

However, the hatred stemmed from his loyalty to his nation. The Yinghua Country Martial Arts World had been brought to its knees nearly single-handedly by Master Lin. Once, the Yinghua Country had been a top-twenty power.

But due to Lin Dong's influence, their Heavenly Realm defenders were extinguished, and their most promising Earth Realm heirs had been wiped from existence.

These were the roots of his resentment toward 'Master Lin'.

Confronted by the inquiries of the Blood Clan Young Master, the warrior felt no need for threats or coercion. He spoke instantly. "Yes, yes, it is true! In recent years, a mythical figure has indeed emerged by the name of Lin Dong. This man is an absolute monster. Back in the Outer World..."

He began to recite Lin Dong’s deeds with frantic urgency, describing his heaven-defying path to becoming a ten-stage Grandmaster, his ability to slaughter Heavenly Realm experts while still at that rank, and his subsequent exploits upon arriving at the Extraterrestrial Battlefield.

He detailed his rapid advancement to the Heavenly Realm Second Layer Heaven and his swift rise in the Five Elements rankings, where he now hovered near the fifth position.

The second warrior chimed in with corroborating details; although his personal knowledge of Lin Dong was less intimate, it was enough to solidify the portrait of a shockingly formidable combatant.

Having absorbed this, the Blood Clan Young Master fell silent for a moment. A strange glimmer danced in his eyes as he murmured to himself:

"Fascinating, truly fascinating. A mythical genius has risen among the humans. To achieve such results in so little time... it seems a character of significant importance has arrived."

Though his volume remained serene, the weight of his words seemed to solidify the surrounding air.

The two captives were paralyzed with terror, hardly daring to draw breath for fear of triggering the wrath of this mighty existence.

The Blood Clan Young Master, however, dismissed them with a casual wave of his hand, signaling they could depart.

The soldiers scrambled away, kowtowing repeatedly in gratitude as they fled the suffocating atmosphere.

"Young Master, why did you let them walk away?" Blood Slave inquired in confusion.

"Who said I spared them? I planted a Blood Ion inside each of them. Once they merge back into the human herd, the Blood Ion will trigger an explosion within their Dantian. The combined detonation of two Earth Realm martial artists will be far from insignificant. I expect it will be a rather beautiful display..."

Hearing this, even Blood Slave could not help but be stunned by his Young Master’s ruthless brilliance.

He had acted as if he were feeling merciful, perhaps even benevolent.

In reality, he had simply found no immediate value in killing them on the spot.

He preferred to have them die in a more spectacular, costly failure.

"This Lin Dong... he also carries the surname Lin. Could he be linked to that 'old friend' of mine?" the Blood Clan Young Master pondered in a low murmur.