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Chapter 51 Erasing the Li and Min Clans (Please read on...please add to your favorites...please vote...please recommend...)
The stronghold of the Power Clan.

The tribe's land, once a symbol of power and forging, has now become a true hell on earth.

The towering flames illuminated half the sky in an eerie crimson hue.

That was no ordinary flame, but dragon flame containing the destructive power of the Crimson Flame Holy Dragon!
The enormous black iron furnace was melted into molten iron, which flowed wildly and devoured everything in its path.

The sturdy stone house melted and collapsed like a wax figure, emitting a deafening roar.

The air was filled with a nauseating smell of burning—the stench of death emanating from wood, stone, steel, and human bodies being instantly incinerated by extreme heat.

"Roar--!!!"

A dragon's roar, filled with savagery and destruction, resounded through the heavens!
Long Chen hovered in the air, his red hair dancing wildly like burning flames, surrounded by nine dazzling soul rings: two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red.

The ninth spirit ring was emitting a heart-stopping light.

He spread his arms wide, like a fire demon god descending, and violent crimson dragon flames poured down from his palms like a waterfall, precisely covering every corner of the Power Clan, whether it was the Soul Masters who tried to resist or the women and children who cried and fled!

"Burn the sky and cook the sea!"

"Burn it for me!"

"Burn it all!" Long Chen laughed wildly, his crimson eyes filled with no pity, only a morbid excitement brought on by destruction.

Under the cover of his terrifying dragon flames, the strength and tough bodies that the Power Clan was so proud of were as fragile as paper, instantly turning into ashes!

The piercing screams rose and fell, only to be abruptly silenced the next second, completely swallowed by the roar of flames.

On the edge of the Li Clan's territory, under a relatively intact forging shed, a young Li Clan disciple who had luckily returned late because he had gone out to purchase materials was slumped on the ground.

He watched as his home, where he had grown up, turned to ashes in the crimson dragon flames!

The screams of his loved ones, the wails of his fellow disciples, the terrifying flames that consumed everything... immense fear gripped his throat like a cold, giant hand, leaving him unable to breathe or move.

He saw Long Chen hovering in the air, his demon-like figure imprinted deep in his soul.

The extreme fear finally broke through the physical limits!
"Uh... uh..."

He made an incomprehensible hoarse sound from his throat, his pupils dilated and blurred, and a strong, foul odor instantly emanated from his crotch—he had lost control of his bladder!
His body trembled violently as if being shaken, and snot and tears flowed uncontrollably, mixing with the dust on the ground and covering his face.

He lay there, like a lump of mud, his very instinct to escape completely crushed, leaving only boundless fear that was enough to destroy his mind.

Long Chen's burning lava eyes casually swept across the corner and saw the young disciple who was defecating and urinating and was completely broken down.

He grinned in a ferocious smile.

"Tsk, trash." Long Chen spat disdainfully. Crimson flames, like serpents, snaked around the limp disciple, instantly igniting the forging shed behind him, turning it into a towering torch!

He had no interest in killing these utterly terrified ants. The young master's order was clear—extermination of the clan, and more importantly, establishing his authority!

Let the fear spread!
Leaving a living, utterly terrified witness is far more valuable than killing him!
"burn!"

Burn it all!

"Don't leave me even a bone fragment!" Long Chen roared, increasing the output of his dragon flames to ensure that the Power Clan was completely wiped out, leaving only this scorched, smoking, molten iron and ashes-filled death land, and that "survivor" who lay paralyzed on the edge of the ruins, emitting a foul stench, with empty eyes like a dead fish.

……

The Min clan's residence.

There were no towering flames here, but a more eerie and chilling stillness permeated the air.

A thick, impenetrable emerald-green poisonous fog enveloped the core area of ​​the Min clan as if it were a living thing.

In the fog, all colors lost their meaning, leaving only a nauseating, sweet-smelling, ghastly green. Wherever the fog passed, flowers, grass, and trees withered and decayed instantly, turning into black pus. The hard stone bricks sizzled and corroded, quickly becoming pitted and uneven.

Within that thick, poisonous fog stood a terrifying "forest".

That's not a real tree.

Those were corpses, their faces swollen and blackened, corroded beyond recognition by the deadly poison!
They were hung upside down from the remaining house beams and tall, withered branches by a tough vine that also shimmered with a poisonous green light, like sausages!
The corpse was swollen beyond recognition, its skin a bizarre dark green, covered with festering, pus-filled blisters, its facial features distorted and deformed, its eyeballs bulging out, and its tongue swollen and protruding from its mouth—a truly gruesome death!
Some of the corpses were still dripping a dark green, foul-smelling, viscous venom, corroding small pits in the ground.

When the wind blows, these upside-down "fruits" sway gently, making a sickeningly faint sound, like the rubbing of corpse joints, like the wind chimes of hell.

Dugu Bo's figure appeared and disappeared in the poisonous fog, like a ghost that controlled death.

His emerald green snake eyes gleamed with a cruel and satisfied light as he admired his "masterpiece".

The light of the ninth spirit ring flickered eerily in the poisonous fog.

"Hehehe... Faster, faster!" He laughed hoarsely, his voice like a viper's hiss, stimulating the agile disciples who were trying to escape by speed.

"Let the old venomous creature see whether your swifts are faster or my Azure Phosphorus Venom is faster!"

The poisonous fog seemed to have a life of its own, chasing after those desperately fleeing figures.

Once contaminated by the poisonous fog, even just inhaling a trace, those Soul Masters known for their speed would let out heart-wrenching screams, their bodies swelling and festering at a visible speed, eventually collapsing in despair, then being entangled by poisonous vines and hung in that forest of death.

The entire base was like a huge, slowly operating death factory, processing living beings into hanging, poisonous corpses.

In a gap in a collapsed courtyard wall on the outskirts of the camp, a Min tribe scout, who was responsible for perimeter security and had luckily escaped being enveloped by the poisonous fog immediately, was covering his mouth tightly, trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind.

Through the crack, he saw the forest of hanging corpses, the sight of his kin groaning in agony and rotting in the poisonous fog, and the green figure grinning like a demon in the fog.

Fear, like a cold, venomous snake, coiled around his heart, tightening ever more.

He felt his bladder completely out of control, and warm liquid flowed down his thighs, soaking the ground, but he was completely unaware of it.

His stomach churned violently. He bit his lip tightly, afraid to make a sound or even breathe, lest he attract the attention of the demon in the poisonous fog.

His teeth were chattering, his eyes were filled with extreme fear and despair, his mind was blank, with only the upside-down, rotting corpses of his kin and the emerald green poisonous fog swaying before his eyes.

Dugu Bo's venomous senses keenly detected this faint, fear-filled aura.

His cold gaze pierced through the poisonous fog, precisely locking onto the spy hiding in a crack in the wall, his crotch soaked and trembling like a leaf.

"Oh? There's a little mouse too?" Dugu Bo chuckled sinisterly. His voice wasn't loud, but it reached the spy's ears clearly, like the whisper of death.

The spy was instantly terrified and almost fainted!
However, Dugu Bo merely looked at him with amusement, his emerald green snake eyes filled with cruel amusement, but he showed no intention of making a move.

"Get lost, you little bug." Dugu Bo's voice carried a hint of condescending disdain. "Take everything you've seen and get as far away as possible."

"Tell everyone who can breathe... what the consequences are of offending the Beast God Pavilion!"

After saying that, he ignored the scout who was completely paralyzed with fear, turned around, and continued to manipulate the deadly poisonous fog, engulfing more Min Clan disciples into the ever-expanding forest of corpses.

The piercing screams and the hissing of the churning poisonous fog became the only background noise in this hellish place.

Those of the Power Clan whose excrement and urine flow freely on the scorched earth, and those of the Min Clan whose crotches are soaked outside the corpse forest.

They became the most direct, terrifying, and effective disseminators of the Beast God Pavilion's infamous reputation.

The seeds of fear, along with their existence and possible future murmurs, are sweeping unstoppably across the entire Soul Master world.

The will of the Beast God Pavilion announced its arrival to the world in the bloodiest and cruelest way—those who obey live, those who defy die without a complete corpse!

(End of this chapter)