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"Yes. The old lord used his immortal blood for divination."

"..."

"..."

Zhu Qing and Su Xiaobai exchanged glances.

Something wasn't right.

If the Blood Warlord had already foreseen his death… Then why hadn't he prevented it Why did it feel like his death wasn't a mistake… but an inevitability?

Why did it feel like… The story of the Blood Warlord wasn't as simple as it seemed?

Before Su Xiaobai could voice his thoughts—

Yi Muqing tilted her head, then lazily pointed to a kneeling figure beside them.

"Lord, that's his son. You could just ask him."

Ku Rong, Crimson Butcher. The towering warlord general remained kneeling, his massive frame as still as the frozen valley around him.

Yet—

The moment his name was mentioned… His fists clenched. His body shook. His eyes turned bloodshot. The ground beneath him cracked.

And then—

Without looking up, he let out a low, ragged breath.

"...You wish to know the truth?"

"Truth?"

Su Xiaobai frowned, scanning the kneeling generals. He already knew—except for Yi Muqing, none of them were truly loyal.

They weren't following him out of respect.

They were following him because they were chained to his balls by the Crimson Armor.

If the spell failed for even a second… They'd rip his spine out and use it as a walking stick.

Even Yi Muqing wasn't much better—she was just here because the Blood Warlord told her to listen to the 'new lord.'

For now. Su Xiaobai rubbed his temples. How the hell was he supposed to control these bastards?

Zhu Qing, sensing his hesitation, smiled.

"You wanna keep them? Why not just kill them?"

Su Xiaobai shook his head.

"It's good to have… extra strength when the time comes."

Zhu Qing rolled her eyes.

Extra strength? Or was this bastard secretly laying the foundation for his own heretic sect, built on depravity and nonsense?

Still, she didn't argue. Su Xiaobai didn't trust the Blood Warlord's control over these warlords, so Zhu Qing layered another soul-binding array on top.

Now, these undead couldn't 'accidentally' butcher him while he slept.

Once the array was complete—

Su Xiaobai cracked his knuckles and turned to the generals. Time to break them in.

"Hey, Black Horn."

His gaze landed on Crimson Butcher, Ku Rong.

"What's your story?"

For a brief moment, Ku Rong's bloodshot eyes flickered with rebellion.

The thought of resistance barely had time to form—

CRACK!

A bolt of soul-searing lightning erupted from his body.

"ARGHHHHHHHH—!"

Su Xiaobai grinned as the warlord howled like a virgin cultivator experiencing dual cultivation for the first time.

The rest of the generals? Sweat trickled down their undead foreheads. If Ku Rong, the strongest of them all, couldn't endure it—

Wouldn't they die instantly?

"ENOUGH!"

Ku Rong slammed his fist into the ground, panting.

His veins bulged. His body trembled.

But he didn't dare show further rebellion. He took a shuddering breath and spat out the truth.

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Once…

He was human.

A child, born to one of the many lovers of the Blood Warlord.

Until the Blood Warlord threw him into an experiment.

It burned him from within.

His tongue blackened.

His blood curdled into poison.

His skin turned red, swollen, unnatural.

He grew monstrous, towering, overflowing with bloodlust.

His eyes?

They burned.

Not with rage.

But with the thirst for endless souls.

The Blood Warlord, pleased, gave him a cleaver.

A cleaver that devoured the souls of everyone it cut.

A weapon so drenched in agony that its wielder would hear pain of thousand souls every time they touched it.

Su Xiaobai's eyes gleamed. An interesting blade. Naturally, he wanted to take a look. He reached for it—

SCREAMS.

Endless.

Thousands. Millions.

The moment his fingers brushed the cleaver's handle, an avalanche of tormented souls slammed into his mind.

Agony. Rage. Madness.

A tsunami of spiritual filth trying to drown him in depravity.

He saw things. Men ripped apart from the inside. Women forced into eternal nightmares, their bodies absorbed into the blade itself. A beast with a thousand mouths whispering filth into his ear.

A black pit.

Deep. Wet. Bottomless.

And it wanted him inside.

"You—!"

Su Xiaobai yanked his hand back.For a split second, his vision blurred. For a split second, he saw himself sinking into a pit of writhing corpses, his body torn apart, his soul devoured.

Hiss~!

His fingers tingled with the aftershock.

Across from him—

Ku Rong snorted. His bloodshot eyes flickered with amusement.

"You think you can wield my weapon?"

Impossible. Su Xiaobai shrugged.

"No big deal."

The other warlords stared at him, unconvinced.

But inside—

Su Xiaobai was sweating buckets. What the hell was that just now?!

For a moment—just a moment—he thought he had already died. And Ku Rong? This bastard carried that feeling every time he picked up his blade.

Su Xiaobai looked at him again. Not as a Blood Demon. But as something else entirely. A man who had already gone insane… but simply hadn't admitted it yet.

A man who should have slaughtered the Blood Warlord himself…

And yet, for some reason—hadn't.

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Su Xiaobai narrowed his eyes.

He was sure this bastard wasn't telling him everything. What happened to his mother?

Why was he chosen for an experiment?

Su Xiaobai considered pressing him.

But after looking at his so-called 'Slaughter Dao' and 'Blood Refining Demon Sutra,' he lost interest.

A good butcher, sure.

But still just a butcher.

…Or so he thought.

Little did Su Xiaobai know—

This was the moment history recorded as the birth of the Bloodfiend Asura.

The only one of his race.

A being who would massacre entire worlds. A butcher who would one day leave for 'just a few days'… and return to find an entire star system erased.

Mere mention of his name would make the Heavenly Court tremble.

But that was the future's problem.

For now—

Su Xiaobai was more concerned with the next guy.

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Golden Winged Reaper – Jin Yuhuang!

Su Xiaobai cocked his head. At first glance, Jin Yuhuang looked normal.

Handsome. Golden-haired. Flawless skin that could make jealous fairies spit blood.

If you took a random celestial young master from the Four Heavens, sprinkled in divine arrogance, and let him age like fine wine in the Qi of superiority, you'd get this guy.

Except for the metallic golden wings snapped to his back.

Sharp. Razor-like. Each feather shimmered like a celestial blade.

Su Xiaobai's curiosity sparked.

He reached out—

Pluck.A golden feather snapped free.

"..." Jin Yuhuang's eye twitched.

Su Xiaobai flipped the feather between his fingers, examining it.

"Huh… so it's real."

He shoved it back in place. Hiss! Jin Yuhuang winced.

Zhu Qing shook her head, smiling.

This guy was really testing each one of them. Contrary to what it seemed, Su Xiaobai wasn't just messing around.

He was mapping his army. His goals were no longer small. At first, he just wanted to rescue his sister and mother from White Cloud Star.
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But now?

Now, he wanted to burn that place to the ground. And that demanded power. Serious power. His seemingly useless actions were actually testing their patience, their personalities, and their hidden desires.

By poking at their backgrounds, he was digging for leverage. If they fought for him willingly… they'd slaughter nations without question.

Su Xiaobai silently thanked the old man from his past life. That geezer may have been a bitter, scheming bastard, but he had taught him one invaluable lesson—

How to spot a person's weakness… and use it.

And if he conquered Bai Yujian…

Oh, then things would be even easier.

Once she broke through to Human Immortal Realm, she could traverse space and void freely. With her righteous heart…

He could definitely trick her into a 'justified war' on his behalf.

Of course—

That meant turning her current misunderstanding into reality. One punch from her could obliterate him.

One wrong move, and he'd be struck down faster than a sect master caught in a brothel raid. But Su Xiaobai was a man who never retreated from a challenge.

"Bai Yujian… just you wait."

For now—

He focused back on Jin Yuhuang.

Jin Yuhuang's background was strange. He was a Divine Garuda—a race from the Four Heavens.