All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"Hahaha, you piece of trash, you dare to compete with me for a spot in the sect?"

On the black arena, roars shook the heavens, and blood splattered everywhere.

The two figures fought fiercely, their fists striking each other with brutal force. Their demonic energy intertwined and collided, emitting a piercing roar. Every attack was filled with deadly intent, their sole aim being to kill each other completely and seize that slim chance of joining the sect.

Below the stage, a dense crowd of cultivators and evil gods and monsters were still queuing up, their eyes filled with fanaticism and impatience, yet they had to suppress their bloodlust and wait for the elder to draw their hand.

Deep within the crowd, Shen Jianxin, in his second personality, had already become incredibly chaotic in his aura.

His pitch-black eyes were fixed on the battle on the arena, his pupils slightly contracted, and the bloodthirsty light in his eyes was almost burning. The muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and the evil aura around him surged and churned wildly like boiling water.

patience!

He has been forcing himself to endure it!

From the moment he entered the sect competition, watching his prey ascend the arena, fighting and devouring one another, his bloodlust spread and burned wildly like a prairie fire, almost threatening to consume him completely.

He longed to rush onto the stage, to wreak havoc, to devour the power of his prey, and to quell the endless hatred in his heart with blood.

But he can't!

He still needs to lie low, hide his true strength, and wait for an opportunity to get close to those powerful beings, absorb their power, and become stronger.

But this damned sect entrance competition is too slow and too protracted!

One by one they take turns going on stage, fighting again and again. When will it end?

His patience had long since reached its limit, like a taut string that would snap at the slightest touch!

"Damn it...damn it!"

The second personality, Shen Jianxin, gritted his teeth so hard they clattered, and a low, violent whimper escaped his throat, like a ferocious beast about to go berserk.

His hands were clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, and dark blood dripped slowly from between his fingers, falling to the ground where it was instantly swallowed up by the surrounding demonic energy.

The evil energy within him surged wildly, constantly assaulting his reason and urging him to kill, devour, and destroy everything!

"Kill them...kill them all..."

It kept echoing in his mind, like a curse, gradually eroding his reason and amplifying his madness.

His body trembled slightly, and his feet moved uncontrollably toward the arena. The bloodthirsty light in his eyes grew stronger and stronger, almost swallowing the entire arena.

Give me a little more time... be a little more patient...

A sliver of reason remained in his heart, forcibly suppressing his bloodlust and controlling his body to prevent himself from acting rashly.

But he knew he couldn't hold on for much longer.

Once the last shred of reason in his heart is completely devoured by evil energy, he will go completely mad and start a massacre without regard for anything else, even if it exposes his true strength and attracts the pursuit of powerful members of the Demon Sect.

Just then, an immense and powerful demonic aura suddenly erupted from the depths of the Demonic Sect!

The demonic energy was as black as ink, violent and eerie, carrying a world-destroying pressure. Like Mount Tai pressing down, it instantly enveloped the entire square, making everyone breathless.

On the arena, the two figures who were fighting suddenly froze. The fervor and killing intent on their faces were instantly replaced by fear. They dared not move an inch, as if they had been frozen in place, standing stiffly on the arena, trembling all over.

Below the stage, all the cultivators and evil gods and monsters stopped their agitation, raised their heads, and looked in terror into the depths of the Demon Sect, their eyes filled with awe and fear, not daring to even breathe loudly.

This aura... is terrifying!

He is several times, or even dozens of times, more terrifying than the Transcendent Elder who presided over the Sect Entry Competition before!

A person who can exude such a terrifying aura must be a top-tier existence within the Demon Sect!

The second personality, Shen Jianxin, also suddenly stiffened. The madness on his face was instantly replaced by vigilance, and the bloodthirsty light in his eyes dimmed a little.

He stared intently into the depths of the Demon Sect, feeling the immense and terrifying demonic energy. The evil energy within his body instantly became much more docile, and the bloodlust in his heart was forcibly suppressed by this terrifying pressure.

So strong...

An unprecedented fear rose in his heart once again. Even he seemed so small and vulnerable in the face of this terrifying pressure.

He could clearly sense that the owner of this aura was definitely at the late stage of the Breaking Realm, or even possibly at the peak of the Breaking Realm, far exceeding his imagination!

"Who is it?!"

The elder who presided over the sect entrance competition was pale and trembling all over. He hurriedly bowed to the depths of the Demon Sect, his tone filled with awe and fear, and he didn't even dare to raise his head.

Not only him, but all the members of the Chenmo Sect responsible for maintaining order around the square also bowed and saluted, their expressions respectful and fearful, not daring to breathe loudly.

Just then, a pitch-black figure, like a ghost, slowly emerged from the depths of the Demon Sect.

The figure was tall and imposing, dressed in a jet-black robe covered with eerie demonic patterns, exuding a dense aura of demonic power and slaughter.

His face was ferocious and terrifying, half of his cheek was covered with black scales, his eyes were blood red and flashed with a crazy and bloodthirsty light, and a cruel and cold smile hung on the corner of his mouth. Countless tiny black mists swirled around him, and within those mists, the phantoms of countless wronged souls could be vaguely seen, emitting mournful howls that sent chills down one's spine.

He floated slowly in the void, his cold gaze sweeping over all the cultivators and evil monsters on the plaza, his eyes filled with disdain and disgust, as if he were looking at a group of ants.

"Take it one at a time, stop dawdling, you're utterly useless!"

A hoarse and violent voice came from his mouth, filled with impatience and killing intent. The voice, like a thunderclap, exploded across the entire square, making everyone's eardrums buzz and their blood surge, almost causing them to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Deputy...Deputy Sect Master!"

The elder who presided over the sect entrance competition turned even paler upon hearing this voice, his body trembled even more violently, and he hurriedly bowed again, his tone filled with awe and fear.

Vice-sect leader? !

Upon hearing these four words, all the cultivators and evil gods in the square turned deathly pale, their fear growing stronger. They knelt down, trembling all over, not even daring to look up at him.

They never expected that the vice sect leader of the Demonic Anger Sect would personally descend upon them!

The Demon Slayer Sect has three vice sect leaders, each of whom is a top expert with unfathomable strength. They wield a portion of the sect's power and intimidate all sides. The one in front of us is the most brutal and bloodthirsty of the three vice sect leaders—the Demon Slayer!

The Demon of Slaughter is a bloodthirsty and cruel man whose favorite thing is hunting and devouring. Whether it is a cultivator or an evil god or monster, once he sets his sights on someone, there is no chance of survival.

Moreover, he also enjoyed raising various powerful and bizarre evil god creatures, trapping them in desperate situations, making them experience countless deaths and rebirths, turning them into incredibly violent and bloodthirsty beings, and turning them into his killing tools.

In the world of evil gods, the reputation of the Demon Slayer was already infamous, inspiring fear in all who heard of him. Even other powerful evil gods avoided him like the plague.

No one expected that this bloodthirsty deputy sect leader would actually come to the sect entrance competition in person!

The Demon Slayer coldly surveyed the kneeling crowd, his disdain growing stronger and his cruel smile deepening.

"A bunch of useless trash, wasting my time!"

He slowly raised his hand, and a ball of dark demonic energy condensed in his palm. He said in a violent tone, "One by one, how long will this take?!"

"I hereby declare that from this moment forward, all of you are to participate in the war!"

"No rules, no limits, you're responsible for your own life and death!"

"Only the last hundred remain!"

"Only the last one hundred survivors will be qualified to join my Demonic Anger Sect!"

"Boiling over, you worthless trash!"

"Prove your worth with your killing, with your blood!"

As soon as Lu Shimo finished speaking, the square fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared at him in disbelief and fear.

Everyone, everyone's in the war?!

Only one hundred people left?!

This is no grand entrance competition; it's a naked hunting game!

There were thousands of cultivators and evil monsters in the square. It is easy to imagine how difficult it would be to survive among these thousands and become one of the last hundred!

In other words, the vast majority of people will be killed and devoured in this chaotic battle, becoming stepping stones for others to survive!

"No...no! Vice Sect Master, I don't want to fight!"

"Please, let me go! I don't want to join the Demonic Anger Sect!"

A moment later, a series of pitiful pleas for mercy rang out in the square. Many cultivators and evil monsters were so frightened that they knelt down and begged for mercy, wanting to escape and save their lives.

Upon hearing these pleas for mercy, the murderous intent in Kelu Shimo's eyes intensified, and the cruel smile on his lips became even more sinister.

"Don't want to join the war?"

"Now that we're here, there's no reason for us to leave!"

"Either you kill others in the chaos, survive, and join my Demonic Wrath Sect!"

"Either you'll be killed by someone else, become someone else's food, and turn into a pool of blood!"

There is no third way!

The voice of the Demon Slaughterer was cold and violent, carrying an undeniable pressure that instantly drowned out all the pleas for mercy. Everyone trembled, no longer daring to utter any more pleas for mercy, and could only kneel on the ground in despair, their eyes filled with fear and resentment.

"Hahaha...very good!"

The Demon of Slaughter let out a mad and violent laugh, a shrill laugh that echoed through the sky, drowning out all other sounds, filled with cruelty and bloodlust.

"Since you're all so 'obedient,' then this sect master will add a few more little treasures for you to 'play' with!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and waved it. A jet-black light burst forth from his body and landed on one side of the square.