Many children, many blessings: Stealing the offspring of powerful figures to cultivate immortality.

West of Desolate Abyss City, the original rocky hills have been leveled.

The black demonic energy formed a tangible shield, covering the ground within a ten-mile radius.

From inside, ghostly screams and the cracking of bones breaking could be heard from time to time, making the scalps of the sect leaders who had just paid "protection fees" to move in feel chills.

"This...this is the Demon Lord's special training?"

Lin Yunyuan shrank his neck, clutching the newly signed "Joint Defense Agreement" tightly in his hand, feeling as if he had been tricked.

"Special training?"

Standing on the high platform, Jiang Yining sneered, her red lips parted slightly, and she uttered two words: "This is purgatory."

In order to deal with the approaching Protoss army, that madman Ye Wuhen directly brought over the "Ten Thousand Demon Illusion" that he used to select assassins in the Demon Realm.

Not only that.

He also threw in all the Golden Core and Nascent Soul stage disciples he had captured during the attack on the Hall of Longevity. He also threw in several notorious rogue cultivators on death row.

It's euphemistically called a "living target."

"Only a knife that draws blood is a sharp knife."

Ye Wuhen sat on the skull throne at the entrance to the illusion, toying with the still-dripping demonic blade in his hand, his purple eyes filled with bloodthirsty excitement.

"Next batch!"

With his command, the gates of the illusion burst open.

Dozens of Nascent Soul stage death row inmates, covered in wounds and with despair in their eyes, were thrown in.

They are trapped beasts whose spiritual power has been sealed, leaving them only with the strength of their physical bodies.

Opposite them, slowly walking in, was a little child who was not even as tall as an adult's waist.

Silver hair, purple-gold eyes.

He carried a dark gold heavy sword on his back that was even larger than his entire body.

Da Bao, Jiang Lei.

"This...this won't do!"

Lin Yunyuan was so frightened that his mustache stood on end. "That's the young master! He's only a year and a half old! How can you let him fight ten Nascent Soul death row inmates all by himself? This could result in a death!"

Even if this child is exceptionally talented and has a natural talent for swordsmanship, he is still too young. How can his combat experience compare to those who have been risking their lives on the edge of a knife?

"Shut up."

Jiang Yining's eyes were cold, showing no trace of maternal tenderness, but rather an almost cruel calmness.

"If he can't even kill a few useless people, he'll only die faster when he goes to the battlefield and faces the Protoss."

A doting mother often spoils her son.

In the cultivation world, especially in the face of an apocalyptic crisis, excessive protection is tantamount to murder.

In the illusion.

When the ten Nascent Soul death row inmates saw that it was just a baby who had entered, their eyes, which had been filled with despair, instantly flashed with greed.

"It's a little brat!"

"Grab him! Use him as a hostage to force that she-devil to let us out!"

"superior!"

Ten burly men pounced on him like hungry wolves, their ferocious faces twisted to the extreme.

In that instant.

Jiang Lei made a move.

There are no fancy starting moves, and no unnecessary words.

He simply shrugged slightly, his chubby little hands gripping the hilt of the heavy sword "Peace" behind him.

Clang—!

A sword's cry, seemingly from ancient times, instantly drowned out the screams of the condemned prisoners.

The heavy sword was drawn.

It's not the fast sword you might imagine, but rather an extreme kind of "heavy".

It was as if a mountain had collapsed.

"cut."

The child's innocent voice carried a chilling undertone.

The dark golden sword light drew a semi-circular arc in the air.

A simple and unpretentious sweeping strike.

Puff puff puff puff—!

For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

The five death row inmates at the front were still in the attacking posture in mid-air, but their lower bodies remained in place.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining Jiang Lei's bib embroidered with a little tiger.

One sword strike, cleaving five people in half at the waist!

The remaining five death row inmates were instantly terrified, their legs trembling, and some even wet their pants.

This is hardly a child.

This is clearly a little monster in human skin!

"Run...run!"

Someone shouted, and the rest of the people turned and ran.

Jiang Lei did not pursue.

He simply dragged the heavy greatsword, walking steadily, step by step.

The sword tip carved a deep trench in the ground, sparks flying everywhere.

"The Second Form of Guarding Simplicity"

Jiang Lei murmured softly, his purplish-gold pupils completely calm.

He gripped the sword with both hands and raised it high above his head.

He slashed down hard at the retreating figures of the fleeing crowd.

Boom!

A hundred-meter-long, earth-yellow sword aura, like an earth dragon turning over, tore a terrifying crack in the ground.

The five escaped death row inmates didn't even have time to scream before they were crushed into a bloody pulp by the terrifying gravity.

The smoke and dust cleared.

The small figure stood amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, taking out a clean white handkerchief from his bosom and carefully wiping the bloodstains from the sword.

The movements were elegant and composed.

It was as if what I had just cut wasn't a person, but a few heads of cabbage.

The entire room fell silent.

Lin Yunyuan and the other sect leaders stared wide-eyed, their chins nearly hitting their feet.

One and a half years old...slaying ten Nascent Soul cultivators?

Although those Nascent Soul cultivators had their spiritual power sealed, their terrifying combat awareness and strength were simply astonishing!

Is this even human?

This is the perfect physique that inherited the talents of Sword Master Ji Lingxiao and the Thunder Spirit Root?

"Good! Good! Good!"

Ye Wuhen jumped up from the Skull Throne, slapping his thigh and laughing wildly, looking even happier than if he had won a battle.

"No wonder he's that poker-faced guy's son! That ruthlessness, just like me! It's fucking awesome!"

He flashed into the illusion, picked up the blood-covered Jiang Lei, and lifted him high in the air.

"Da Bao! That 'Splitting Mount Hua' move was so cool! From now on, if anyone dares to mess with you, just chop them up like that! Chop their guts out!"

Jiang Lei looked at his excited godfather, the Demon Lord, with a blank expression, and tilted his head back in disgust.

"Godfather, you spat in my face."

"Oh, don't worry about the details!" Ye Wuhen said nonchalantly, continuing to spout his demonic parenting wisdom, "Remember, when killing someone, finish them off with a blow, beheading is the safest. All that talk about benevolence and morality is bullshit. Only cutting the enemy in two is the safest thing to do..."

boom!

Before he could finish speaking...

A soft-soled shoe embroidered with gold thread, with a whooshing sound, landed precisely on Ye Wuhen's handsome yet otherworldly face.

The immense force sent the Great Demon Lord, who was in the Integration Stage, flying away. He rolled three times on the ground before coming to a stop.

"Ouch! Who? Who dares to ambush me?!"

Ye Wuhen covered his face and jumped up in a rage.

When he looked up, he met Jiang Yining's eyes, which seemed to be smiling but weren't.

"I."

Jiang Yining withdrew her foot and gently patted off non-existent dust from her skirt.

She walked over, took Jiang Lei from Ye Wuhen's arms, took out a clean wet wipe, and gently wiped the bloodstains from her son's face.

Then he turned his head and gave Ye Wuhen a kind smile.

"If you dare to teach my son to use foul language again, don't come into my room tonight."

Night Without Trace: "..."

Doesn't he, the Demon Lord, have any dignity?

But under Jiang Yining's terrifying gaze, he could only shrink back and mutter softly, "That's just how it is... that's the logic behind murder..."

"Hmm?" Jiang Yining's voice rose at the end.

"I was wrong! I was wrong!" Ye Wuhen immediately backed down, raising his hands in surrender. "From now on, I'll teach him to recite poetry! The Three Character Classic, okay?"

The surrounding sect leaders watched this scene with their eyes downcast and no one dared to utter a sound.

That's too brutal.

There isn't a single normal person in this family.

But for some reason, seeing the Demon Lord who had been kicked away and the baby who had killed ten people with a single sword strike, the fear they had felt towards the Star Spirit army inexplicably dissipated.

perhaps……

Can they really survive in this desolate wasteland full of madmen?