Chapter 437

Qing Yun Sect disciples sensed something was off, but as soon as the words fell, they immediately felt waves of cold air rushing toward them.

Taking a closer look, they saw the Dao Yi Sect disciples, each filled with killing intent, staring at them like murderous beasts.

That feeling was indescribable; being locked onto by the gazes of the Dao Yi Sect disciples, the Qing Yun Sect disciples only felt a chill run down their backs.

「What did you just say? Want to overturn the table? 」

The leader, Inner Door Disciple Chen Mu of Divine Sword Peak, spoke in a calm tone, yet with an icy chill.

Hearing that, the Qing Yun Sect disciples were stunned. What the hell are these guys doing? Do they want to eat people or what?

If we're fighting, we're fighting—what's with that look? Did I dig up your ancestors' graves?

Obviously, they didn't realize how stimulating those words were to the Dao Yi Sect disciples.

To the Dao Yi Sect disciples, smashing their rice bowl is an irreconcilable enmity.

And yet, these Qing Yun Sect people now actually want to overturn the table, leaving them with no soup to drink—it's practically a crime worthy of death.

Without a word, Chen Mu took the lead, and his junior brothers behind him followed closely.

But the Dao Yi Sect disciples now are completely different from before; each has become like Qin Shan Hai, utterly crazy.

Their eyes bloodshot, they seemed to want to tear the Qing Yun Sect disciples apart alive.

Not only Chen Mu here, but Xu Jie, Zhao Zhengping, including Hong Zun and Qing Shi—they were all completely crazy.

Hong Zun and Qing Shi, who were originally two against three, have now completely reversed their earlier decline, just like Qin Shan Hai—showing no regard for reason, just fighting to the death.

This left the three Qing Yun Sect sages dumbfounded; they had just said they'd overturn that table, but Hong Zun and Qing Shi instantly seemed like different people.

Without regard for their own injuries, they went all out.

Completely beaten into confusion—are you guys asking for death?

In an instant, the battle situation changed again; the originally defensive Dao Yi Sect gradually shifted to an offensive stance.

Moreover, any Qing Yun Sect disciple who dared to glance at the few big pots in front of Ye Zhangqing would, without a doubt, immediately provoke a frenzied swarm of Dao Yi Sect disciples.

Thus, the Qing Yun Sect disciples couldn't even think of overturning the table; instead, they were beaten back repeatedly, getting farther and farther from the table.

Ye Zhangqing, meanwhile, hadn't noticed any of this; he was busy simmering soup.

But suddenly, a strong smell of blood wafted over.

Normally, on such a battlefield, a bloody smell would be completely expected, but this strong blood odor seemed off.

Frowning in confusion, he looked up—and Ye Zhangqing's eyes widened.

「Holy shit............ 」

What the hell is this thing?

Before the table stood a blood-soaked figure, bare-chested—or rather, his upper clothing was in tatters—having appeared here at some unknown time.

He was truly a blood person, his whole body covered in blood, with scars large and small all over, enough to make one's scalp tingle.

With so many wounds, how the hell is he still alive?

Looking down, Ye Zhangqing could no longer stay calm—he saw the blood-soaked figure still clutching half a person in his hand.

It was a person with only an upper body; the lower half had been cut off at the waist.

Noticing Ye Zhangqing's gaze, the blood-soaked figure casually tossed the corpse aside, then coughed twice and said.

「Cough cough, your soup tastes great—no wonder I saw so many people coming over just now. 」

The blood-soaked figure was none other than Qin Shan Hai, the Peak Master of Blood Blade Peak.

As for the half-person in his hand, it was one of the four Qing Yun Sect sages he had just fought.

He took on four opponents alone and even managed to kill one; although he appears to have suffered serious injuries, it's already quite absurd.

「Um......... you......... are you okay? 」

Looking at Qin Shan Hai, Ye Zhangqing truly feared he might cough up his last breath and die, mainly because this guy's condition looked dire right now.

Besides that, his abdominal wound was deep enough to see his entrails, and his left shoulder was nearly severed.

His thigh and chest bore deep wounds down to the bone, his speech was weak and feeble, and watching Qin Shan Hai finish a bowl of soup left Ye Zhangqing utterly unsettled.

He drank the soup, but why the hell did he give me a bowl of blood?

Drinking soup while vomiting blood?

「I'll go fight a bit more—cough cough—remember to leave me a bowl. 」

Setting the bowl down, Qin Shan Hai turned to leave; seeing this, Ye Zhangqing said worriedly.

「Um, Peak Master, shouldn't you rest a bit? Your wound............ 」

「Cough cough, pfft, it's just a minor injury, no problem. 」

But Qin Shan Hai paid no heed; with a flash he vanished from the spot, and on the ground, who knows when, it seemed a segment.......... of intestine had been left behind?

Looking at that segment of intestine on the ground, it must be the Peak Master's, right? Probably...........

Just then, Xu Jie came running over in a hurry, his face full of excitement.

「Time to drink soup. 」

Without even looking, he picked up the bowl Qin Shan Hai had just drunk from and gulped it down in one go.

「Third Senior Brother wait a.................. 」

Not giving Ye Zhangqing a chance to stop him, only after draining the bowl did Xu Jie ask, puzzled.

「What's wrong, Junior Brother? 」

Looking at the now-empty bowl, Ye Zhangqing said in a daze.

「No..... nothing.......... 」

「Then I'm off; I'll come back later for more soup. 」

The battle pressure was significant; after all, there was still a numerical disparity, so Xu Jie didn't dare delay, turning and leaving immediately, muttering as he walked.

「Strange, why does this soup reek of blood? 」

Speaking, Xu Jie felt as if there was some grit in his mouth; he spat a few times, and finally spat out a mouthful that looked like internal organ residue.

Watching Xu Jie's retreating back, Ye Zhangqing wanted to call out to him, but in the end he just couldn't speak.

Better to forget it; it's better to let such things rot in one's stomach—sometimes knowing too much is of no benefit.

He continued to simmer the soup with his head down.

Afterward, Qin Shanhai came several more times, and each visit gave Ye Zhangqing a feeling of having his horizons greatly broadened.

The first time, his left hand was gone, cut off at the shoulder, but at the same time, Qin Shanhai was holding a severed thigh in his hand.

The second time, a large hole was blasted through his chest, and Ye Zhangqing could even see the beating heart at a glance.

But at the same time, Qin Shanhai was also holding a fresh arm in his hand.

The third time, damn, his waist was more than half severed, leaving only a bit of skin and flesh connected; even when drinking soup, Ye Zhangqing felt as if the soup were flowing out of the wound.

But this time, his hand directly held a human head—the head of a Qing Yun Sect sage.

So, does this mean that Qin Fengzi has already slain two Qing Yun Sect sages?

Just looking at him like that, Ye Zhangqing couldn't help but speak.

"Peak Master Qin, how about we take a rest?"

"Cough, cough, pfft, pfft, cough, cough... It's nothing, just a minor injury; I can still fight."

"By the way, your soup tastes good."

Having said that, he turned and left again.

As for the Qing Yun Sect sages who had fought Qin Shanhai, from the original four, only two remained, and they were both missing an arm and a leg; at this moment, their eyes filled with anger as they roared.

"Damn lunatic, this guy is just a lunatic; I'll fight him to the death."

"Cough, cough..."

However, before his words had finished, as two light coughs sounded, the body of this Qing Yun Sect sage could clearly be seen trembling involuntarily.