Slaughter to Prove Your Dao: Unlock the Great Sage Equal to Heaven at the Start!

The hood of the modified pickup truck was still damp with dew.

The back compartment was already piled full.

It exuded an intense, overwhelming stench of blood and a surge of demonic energy.

At the very top is that iron-gray one.

The carcass of the fanged rat king, its fur gleaming with a dark gold hue and its head mangled beyond recognition.

Although it died, the residual power of the second-tier mid-level bloodline demon beast remained.

It still made low-level demonic beasts and weak mutated creatures tremble and keep their distance.

Below are dozens of animals that have been skinned.

The carcasses of the sharp-toothed rats and rotting hyenas, which had been used to collect materials, were stuffed into the entire rear compartment.

The pickup truck slowly drove along the abandoned road leading to the north gate of Shenzhen, kicking up a cloud of dust behind it.

Scattered groups of monster hunters encountered along the way, whether by car or on foot.

They all instinctively moved to the side of the road.

My gaze followed the pickup truck laden with spoils with awe, finally settling on the most conspicuous carcass of the Rat King in the back.

"My goodness...that's a second-tier demonic beast?"

"Judging by its fur color and size, it's not a regular Tier 2, is it?"

A middle-aged demon hunter put down his binoculars and gasped.

"Bloodline! It's definitely a bloodline-type demon beast!"

The young companion beside him spoke in a trembling voice.

"Who's so strong? They managed to take down this guy and drag him back?"

"That guy driving... he looks familiar?"

"Holy crap! It's the one from yesterday!"

"Chen Xing, an S-rank student from Shenzhen No. 1 High School!"

"That one that slaughtered over forty last night!"

Someone recognized Chen Xing in the driver's seat.

"The guy in the passenger seat with the guitar... that's another S-class, Lin Moyan! The Swan Song Guitar Demon!"

"Two S-rank students left the city together? And they even killed a bloodline-type demonic beast?! Are this year's freshmen going to defy the heavens?!"

Discussing voices, gasps of surprise, and gasps of astonishment filled the air.

The noise rose and fell as the pickup trucks drove by.

Countless gazes, filled with awe, envy, or jealousy, followed the vehicle as it drove away.

Chen Xing focused on driving, his expression calm.

It was as if the back of the truck contained not monster materials, but a cart full of cabbages.

Lin Moyan placed the broken guitar on his lap and rested his head against the car window.

Although his face was pale, his internal injuries were quite severe.

But his eyes were gleaming, and he grinned, enjoying the stares he received along the way.

They would wave to people outside who recognized them every now and then.

This was met with an even louder gasp of surprise.

"Brother Xing, see? We're practically celebrities now."

Lin Moyan chuckled, accidentally aggravating his internal injuries.

He winced in pain, but his smile remained unchanged.

Chen Xing glanced at him: "Shut up, save your energy for healing."

"oh."

Lin Moyan obediently shut up, but her eyes kept darting around.

I looked out the window and saw it getting closer and closer.

The majestic northern wall of the deep city.

As the pickup truck approached the massive alloy gate once more.

The guard on duty today happens to be the same young guard from yesterday.

He was yawning as he handed over his shift to his colleague.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of the approaching pickup truck and the terrifying little hill in its back.

The yawn got stuck in my throat.

"Cough! Cough cough!"

He coughed violently, his fingers trembling as he pointed at the approaching vehicle.

The pickup truck came to a smooth stop.

Chen Xing pushed open the door and got out of the car, still wearing that blood-stained combat uniform.

But his demeanor was calm and his eyes were sharp.

Unlike his menacing aura upon his return yesterday, today he exudes a more restrained and profound presence.

Lin Moyan also got off the car with his guitar in his arms.

Although his steps were a little unsteady, his back was straight.

Trying hard to project an image of "I'm awesome".

The young guard looked at Chen Xing as he approached, then glanced at the pile of monster corpses in the back room.

Especially that giant rat king.

His Adam's apple bobbed a few times before he managed to squeeze out a sound:

"Chen, Chen Xing... has gone out of town again?"

"Hmm." Chen Xing nodded, his words concise and to the point.

The guard's gaze fell on the Rat King's corpse, his voice hoarse:

"This...this Rat King...is it a mid-tier second-order Rat King?"

Lin Moyan immediately chimed in, his tone tinged with a hint of boasting.

And mixed with lingering fear:

"Indeed! Mid-tier second-order, and he's even awakened a king-level bloodline!"

"They almost sent us back to the spring... uh, they almost dried us out!"

guard:"……???"

So, you almost killed yourselves.

The second-tier mid-level demon beast that had awakened the King-level bloodline was killed.

They were dragged back intact?

He even seemed to be in good condition (at least Chen Xing seemed to be in good condition)?

He looked at Chen Xing's calm face and Lin Moyan's pale smile with a hint of smugness.

I feel like the worldview I've built up over the past ten years is crumbling.

Are all S-class geniuses this abnormal?

Yesterday, forty were slaughtered; today, bloodlines are being killed.

Are we going to challenge a Tier 3 monster's lair alone tomorrow?

"Let's register and go in."

Chen Xing handed over his ID card.

The guard numbly accepted the pass, numbly registered it, and numbly let it pass.

Until the pickup truck roared into the city gate and disappeared around the street corner.

He suddenly jolted awake and pulled out his phone.

Looking at the astonishing spoils in the back room and the departing figures of the two men.

He frantically pressed the shutter button.

Then, with trembling fingers, he opened the WeChat group called "Shenzhen City Demon Hunters Gossip Group".

I sent all the photos out at once, my fingers were shaking as I typed:

[The S-level duo from Shenzhen No. 1 High School has broken the record again! Chen Xing and Lin Moyan.]

[At dawn, they marched out of the city and slew the second-tier mid-level bloodline monster, the "Sharp-Toothed Rat King," in Blackrock Canyon!]

[A safe escape! Attached photos! (Close-up of the Rat King's corpse) (Two handsome figures from behind)]

The message was sent, followed by a few seconds of silence.

Then, the group chat was instantly flooded with countless "???" and "!!!"!

[Old Wang: Holy crap! A bloodline demon beast?! It really is a bloodline demon beast! Judging from its fur and the remnants of demonic power, it's definitely a king-level bloodline!]

[Old Li: @Chen Qingshan Old Chen! Is your son a war god descended to earth?! Yesterday he turned forty, today he's a bloodline! Is he going to raid the Beast King's lair tomorrow?!]

[Zhao the Bald: Little Xing! My God! Please accept my utmost respect! (Expression: Prostrating himself in worship)]

[Sister Zhou: ...These two kids...are going too far! How can you just touch a bloodline beast like that? @Chen Qingshan Old Chen, aren't you going to do anything about it?!]

[Liu Mazi: A double S-class combination! Terrifying! Brother Xing is awesome! Brother Lin is awesome!]

[Wu Lao Er: @Chen Qingshan Lao Chen, don't forget me when you become rich and powerful! Looking for a team next time we go out of town! I'm even willing to carry Xing Ge and Lin Ge's guitars!]

In the old district of Shenzhen, at Chen Qingshan's home.

He was drinking with peanuts, his phone on the table, the screen lit up, showing the group of demon hunters.

Upon seeing the latest photos and messages, he paused, his hand holding the wine glass still.

In the photo, the son, Chen Xing, stands tall and straight like a pine tree.

Although his clothes were stained with blood, he remained as calm and composed as a mountain.

It exudes a sharp and imposing aura that can be felt even through the screen.

The guy next to him is holding a broken guitar.

Lin Moyan, who was laughing like a fool, was pale-faced.

Bloodstains remained in his seven orifices, but the madness and excitement in his eyes were clearly visible.

Chen Qingshan watched silently for a long time.

Then he tilted his head back and drank the spicy liquor in the glass in one gulp.

The burning sensation traveled from my throat all the way down to my stomach.

But he couldn't suppress the complex emotions surging within him—

Pride, worry, and感慨.

There was also a hint of "his son has really grown up, and at a speed he can't even imagine."

"Towards a height he may never reach."

A faint sense of loss.

He put down his glass and picked up his phone.

In the group chat that was flooded with messages, I replied with a simple sentence:

[Chen Qingshan: Just like me, I can fight.]

After sending the message, he placed the phone screen face down on the table.

I no longer look at those overwhelming expressions of envy and amazement.

Looking out the window, it's as if your gaze can penetrate the wall.

I saw my son on his way home.

On the way back to the city, Lin Moyan's mouth finally regained its vitality and began to chatter incessantly.

"Brother Xing, what was that golden light on you just now?"

"In the blink of an eye, the injury was healed, and he even broke through to a higher level!"

"Our S-rank talent has a second-stage transformation? Why don't I have that?"

"Does it require a near-death experience to trigger?"