He was resurrected indefinitely and handed over to the state by the headmistress.

The situation quickly turned extremely unfavorable for Lu Chen's side.

Apart from Shangguan Hong and Canglong, who barely managed to survive by relying on forbidden techniques and divine intervention.

Almost everyone else "died in battle".

Shangguan Hong and Canglong were also at their last gasp, surrounded and attacked by four or five men in black robes, facing imminent danger.

"burst!!!"

Finally, the illusory image of the Hidden Dragon's heavenly soldiers was shattered. He spat out blood, roared, and charged into the enemy ranks to self-destruct.

After injuring an enemy, Shangguan Hong was struck in a vital spot by a demonic aura.

With a look of resentment in his eyes, he unleashed his final "Lightning Blood Spirit Dance" and charged towards the densest concentration of enemies, exploding with a deafening roar!

After the violent explosion, the cave fell silent for a while.

All that remained were the gurgling sound of the blood pool churning and the heavy breathing of the man in black robes.

Originally there were nearly twenty men in black robes.

At this moment, fewer than ten people were still standing.

Moreover, they were all injured and looked utterly disheveled.

"Madmen! They're all fucking madmen!"

A black-robed man with a missing arm looked at the mess on the ground and the corpses of his companions, cursing with lingering fear.

They simply couldn't understand why this group of people had suddenly barged in.

Why are they all acting like madmen?

If you can't win, why not just self-destruct without hesitation?

This is completely illogical!

"Kid, stop hiding, you're the last one left!"

The deacon's cold gaze swept over the "corpses" and wounded scattered on the ground.

Ultimately, the blame fell on Lu Chen, who had kept his hands in his pockets the entire time, standing quietly at the edge of the battlefield.

Throughout the entire ordeal, the young man did not make a move; he merely observed coldly, which was highly unusual.

Lu Chen didn't waste any words, and didn't even glance at the steward.

He silently prayed, "Resurrection!"

[Ding! Shangguan Hong successfully revived, all attributes +1 (stored)!]

[Ding! Ran Ruhua successfully revived, all attributes +1 (stored)!]

[Ding! Hidden Dragon successfully revived, all attributes +1 (stored)!]

……

A soft yet powerful green light, like a miracle, illuminated the cave and instantly enveloped all the fallen companions.

As the light shimmered, wounds healed, severed limbs regenerated, and life returned...

In just two or three seconds, Shangguan Hong, Canglong, Ran Ruhua, Qian Mengmeng, Chu Yu, and all the guards and maids...

They all stood up again, completely unharmed, their eyes sharp, their fighting spirit rekindled!

"What?!"

"This...how is this possible?!"

"Holy crap! How...how are they alive again?!"

The surviving members of the demonic cult witnessed this mind-blowing scene.

They were all stunned, their faces filled with disbelief.

At the same time, Lu Chen made a move!

His figure vanished from the spot like a ghost.

The next second, they appeared beside a black-robed man who was still in a daze.

"Bang!"

With a simple, unadorned punch, the black-robed man's head exploded like a watermelon, splattering red and white matter everywhere.

"Watch out! This guy's weird! He's so fast!"

His companion then realized what was happening and shouted a warning in alarm.

However, before he could finish speaking,

Lu Chen's figure appeared in front of him as if he had teleported.

"you……"

The man in black robes only managed to utter one word before feeling a chill in his chest.

Looking down, he saw a fist had pierced through his chest and crushed his heart.

"Well……"

His eyes widened in shock and bewilderment as he collapsed to the ground, dying with his eyes wide open.

"kill!"

Without hesitation, the resurrected Canglong and his companions roared once more as they charged toward the still-terrified men in black robes.

They still employ the most brutal and effective tactics—fighting with their lives on the line!

Can't win? Then self-destruct!

Anyway, he can stand up perfectly fine again in the next second!

"What... what kind of bizarre item or ability is this?!"

"Aaaaah! I refuse to believe I can't kill you all!!"

The man in black robes was driven almost insane by this tactic of endless resurrection and endless self-destruction.

Every time they killed an opponent, the opponent would instantly come rushing back with renewed vigor, or even self-destruct to exchange damage.

This desperate fighting style quickly shattered their psychological defenses.

Lu Chen, like the Grim Reaper on the battlefield, relied on his absolute speed and strength advantage brought by his 9999 points in all attributes to move freely across the battlefield.

He didn't get entangled with the enemy for too long, but instead seized the opportunity to strike and kill them in one fell swoop!

Every time they made a move, one of the men in black robes was killed.

His movements were concise and efficient, without any frills, yet brimming with deadly power.

Soon, only three or four black-robed figures remained standing.

Moreover, they were all injured and weak, surrounded by Canglong and the others, their eyes filled with fear.

Lu Chen stopped the killing and turned his gaze to the steward beside him.

Below, Canglong and his companions toyed with the still-living black-robed men like hunters.

Letting them die is too lenient on them.

With Lu Chen as their backup, the odds were in their favor, so they decided to start the torture mode.

If we don't torture them to death, we'll be letting down the dead.

"Ahhh—"

The screams continued.

It turns out they were also afraid of pain and death.

"Kid, you're the one behind all of this, aren't you!"

The Blood Demon Cult's deacon, who had been observing coldly without making a move, finally spoke slowly.

He took off the black robe embroidered with gold trim.

A well-tailored black suit was revealed underneath.

With his refined and cultured appearance, he looks more like an urban elite than a cult leader.

But his gaze was fixed on Lu Chen like a venomous snake, cold and dangerous.

Of everyone present, only this boy gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.

The resurrection of those people must be related to him!

"Tell me, what exactly is your purpose?"

Lu Chen did not answer the other party's question, but instead asked in a cold voice.

His gaze swept over the mountains of bones and the still-churning pools of blood around him.

The murderous intent in his heart grew even more intense.

"So, it really was you who did this!"

The head steward narrowed his eyes slightly, sizing up Lu Chen as if admiring a rare treasure.

"Judging from your appearance, you must be a freshman this year! Truly... astonishing talent."

He spoke to himself, his tone carrying a morbid admiration.

"As for the purpose?" The deacon shrugged, a look of rapt attention on his face, as if he were engrossed in creating an artwork.

"I don't know the grand plans of the sect's higher-ups; all I know is that the 'art' I'm pursuing is nearing completion!"

He took a deep breath, and the pervasive smell of blood in the air gave him an expression of ecstasy.

"Young man, do you know how intoxicating the taste of blood can be?"

He stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked the corner of his mouth.

"That silky smooth texture, that feeling of life's essence bursting on the tip of the tongue..."

And then there's the unique "fragrance" contained in the blood, which varies from person to person.

It always sparks my endless imagination...

"As for me, I'm very simple."

The deacon's smile grew increasingly eerie, and he slowly opened his mouth.

Two sharp, gleaming vampire fangs were revealed.

"I just want to taste all kinds of different, wonderful blood in the world. Especially... the blood of geniuses."

His gaze swept greedily over Lu Chen, as if he had already tasted the flavor.

"Young man, your talent is at least S-level... I have had the privilege of 'tasting' the blood of several S-level geniuses before. How should I put it?"

It was an indescribable nectar, truly a superior delicacy, and I savored its taste for a long time…”

As he spoke, a look of nostalgia and longing appeared on his face.

Just then, the battle below was also nearing its end.