Chapter 102: Killing Intent Totem

Shen Qing stood at the forefront, one person, one blade, at full blast, slaughtering the Wokou that surged like a tide.

Either a Thunder Dragon howled past, slicing the Wokou into flying ash, or a mountain‑crashing sound thundered, and the Crack Mountain Fist blasted them apart.

The power was so great that the ground and cliff of the southern exit were punched with fist marks and slash scars, and rocks kept rolling down.

But the sea‑of‑people tactic also has its own advantages.

There were always one or two slippery fish that evaded the Thunder Dragon, dodged the Crack Mountain Fist, and slipped to Shen Qing's side.

But they soon despairingly discovered that their blades were as ridiculous as they were.

The blades that were once razor‑sharp were no different from tofu in Shen Qing's hand; a flash of glazed white light passed, and their blades were utterly shattered.

Immediately after, a surge of overbearing true qi shook them, turning those weapon fragments into hidden weapons that blasted them apart.

The Wokou then completely collapsed, crying out for mercy from Shen Qing, wanting to surrender.

Shen Qing's eyes were calm as water; the Crack Mountain Fist in his hand grew faster and faster, and a nightmare‑like sound rang in their ears.

"Cry? Crying counts as time."

Having said that, he swung Crimson Sky; a fierce Thunder Dragon surged straight at the Wokou, instantly turning the three screaming, fiercest Wokou into flying ash.

Seeing this, the remaining Wokou dared not even cry; they turned and fled toward Moonwatch Valley.

But how could Shen Qing comply with their wish? One by one, he simply chased and killed them.

Nine Thunder Blades served as his basic attack, chasing and slashing the Wokou.

The thunderous sound never ceased.

Listening to the thunder drawing ever closer, all the Wokou's faces turned white.

But suddenly, the thunder stopped, and the fist's sound faded away.

They cautiously turned their heads, only to find Shen Qing standing there motionless; for a moment they were at a loss.

Meanwhile, Shen Qing was studying the line of text before him.

【Congratulations congratulations! You or your subordinates have already slain ten thousand!】

【Congratulations on obtaining the entry: Killing Intent Totem (Red)】

Killing Intent Totem (Red): an entry gained by condensing blood qi after slaying ten thousand; it can condense a killing‑intent totem, which blocks the opponent's true qi flow and affects their mind. Important note: this entry has no limit—the more you kill, the stronger it becomes!

Shen Qing narrowed his eyes; even when attacking his Peng clan earlier, he had noticed that whether it was the Golden Warrior Guard or the Mighty Martial Army, anyone who followed his orders to kill could trigger an entry, counting as a temporary subordinate.

So the previous kills, plus these Moonwatch Valley Wokou, seemed to have reached the number of ten thousand.

Although this entry is said to be obtained through killing, it cannot be considered loot; it is more like a reward for completing some hidden quest.

Moreover, from its description, this entry possesses limitless evolutionary potential.

A group of Wokou ahead were doubtful and uncertain.

"What's going on? Why is he standing still?"

"Could he be intending to let us go?"

At that moment, a Wokou at the peak of the Grandmaster Realm stepped forward, spear in hand, pointing at Shen Qing, his eyes icy.

"He must have exhausted his true qi."

"After all, he is a Grandmaster; how could a Grandmaster possibly slaughter us all before his true qi runs dry?"

"Lads! The opportunity has come!"

"Kill him, reward a thousand taels of gold!!!"

Upon hearing that, the Wokou exclaimed, "That's right!"

Instantly, they felt capable again.

The promise of a thousand taels of gold made their eyes turn blood‑red as they roared and charged at Shen Qing.

At that moment, Zhang Po stepped forward with a spear, blocking Shen Qing, and shouted low: "A gang of Wokou, cease your recklessness!"

Yet facing the sea of Wokou, Zhang Po's palms kept sweating; he was terrified, his grip on the spear trembling slightly, but he still stood before Shen Qing without retreating.

The next instant, a calm voice let Zhang Po calm down.

"You've got some guts—what's your name?"

Zhang Po's voice trembled with excitement: "I… I am Zhang Po."

Shen Qing patted his shoulder: "Alright, Zhang Po, next I'll have you watch a performance."

Having said that, Shen Qing walked forward slowly, the corners of his mouth curling into a cold arc.

That was perfect for testing this new method on that gang of Wokou.

"Killing Intent Totem, arise."

Shen Qing took a step; a swift wind rose from the flat ground, stirring a faint blood qi.

After two steps, the air faintly flickered with red light; a palpitation‑inducing aura spread around, making all the Wokou feel their hearts race faster, their true qi struggling to circulate.

As Shen Qing took his third step, a gale rose; endless blood qi condensed behind him into a phantom of a crimson coiling dragon, lifelike, its blood‑red glow looking down on the Wokou, ferocious and vicious, as if it would devour them raw, the pressure maxed out.

All the Wokou stood rooted, legs trembling, eyes filled with fear; they wanted to flee but could not, their inner true qi inexplicably halted, even their hearts pounding violently.

"What… what is this?"

"Is… is it a deity?"

"I am guilty, I am guilty."

Shen Qing walked unhurriedly toward the Wokou; with each step, a surge of overbearing true qi swept over—beheading some, cleaving others at the waist, or slicing them in half, blood spattering the ground like brilliant blossoms.

Immediately afterward, a faint stream of blood qi flowed toward the phantom dragon behind Shen Qing.

Zhang Po swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Is this the performance? So violent, so beautiful."

At that moment, the Grandmaster‑peak Wokou gritted his teeth and charged forward.

"It's all fake! Take my spear!"

With a bang, the Wokou's face turned deathly pale.

Only to see the spear blocked by Shen Qing with one hand, a glazed white light flashed—this spear couldn't even pierce Shen Qing's skin, not even leaving a white mark.

"It's a bit stronger than other ants, but unfortunately it's just a slightly larger ant."

Shen Qing grabbed the spear and gave a light tug, then lightly tapped the pirate's chest with his right hand, and blood spurted out.

Immediately afterward, the whole person exploded into a beautiful blossom of blood, becoming nourishment for the killing intent totem.

The pure white full moon was dyed red by the blood aura filling the sky, and a bewitching beauty blossomed in everyone's hearts.

Shen Qing strolled beneath the pale red moonlight.

With each step he took, brilliant blood flowers blossomed at his side; raising his hand, a faint thunder appeared, becoming a splendid adornment on Shen Qing's robe.

He is an elegant killer, writing beautiful chapters with violent means.