Chapter 655: Blood-washing the Centaur Race

Chapter 655 -651: Blood-washing the Centaur Race

“Aaargh…!”

Ma Lie screamed in agony.

The moment the Nine Netherworld Burning World Flame entered his mouth, it began to incinerate him from the inside.

Under normal circumstances, the Nine Netherworld Burning World Flame would have instantly burned Ma Lie’s head to ash.

But Hong Yu had no intention of letting him die so easily.

He would make Ma Lie pay back the suffering Little Chenxi endured a thousand, a hundred times over.

Under Hong Yu’s control, the Nine Netherworld Burning World Flame completely destroyed Ma Lie’s tongue and teeth but didn’t immediately take his life. The flame slowly traveled down his throat and esophagus, entering his body and beginning to burn his organs.

Next was his stomach, and so on.

But the flame deliberately avoided his vital organs, leaving Ma Lie to burn from within, the scent of roasting flesh and plumes of black smoke rising from him.

Yet it did not kill him!

This was torture more agonizing than death. Ma Lie’s eyes were bloodshot and splitting at the corners; several times, he tried to kill himself.

But Hong Yu had long since sealed his movements, making even suicide impossible.

He could only stare wide-eyed, feeling the fire raging inside him, incinerating his flesh and charring his intestines and windpipe…

Dark golden Nine Netherworld Burning World Flame erupted from Ma Lie’s body.

The flames had burned his body almost completely clean, leaving only his Dantian and his beating heart. Hong Yu infused him with a sliver of Primordial Gang’s Power to keep him from dying completely.

“…”

Silence!

The entire Centaur Race encampment was dead silent; you could hear a pin drop.

All eyes were fixed on the slender figure standing in the void. At this moment, his unassuming frame seemed to them like a towering, divine mountain.

“No! Demon! You demon, let my son go!” Ma Tengtian was the first to react.

He had already lost his beloved eldest son, and now his younger son was being tortured before his very eyes, suffering a fate worse than death.

Ma Tengtian’s eyes blazed with a bloody light. With a great roar, the Battle Qi behind him surged, coalescing into a brilliant Divine Statue of a Centaur.

“Destruction of the Sky!”

Ma Tengtian unleashed the attack, its power even more terrifying than when Ma Xiao had used it.

The Giant Bow in the Centaur Divine Statue’s hands pulsed with a horrifying golden light. The golden radiance spread across the firmament, as if dyeing the entire sky gold.

TWANG!

The bowstring snapped, its sound shaking the heavens.

A golden arrow shot forth, terrifyingly powerful—a Godslaying Arrow, capable of killing a Godslayer!

“Hm?”

Hong Yu’s eyes flickered, the corners of his mouth lifting in a chilling, mocking smile. “You want me to let your son go? Fine. I’ll give him back to you!”

He shoved Ma Lie forward.

“No!”

Ma Tengtian’s expression changed drastically.

But it was too late…

Hong Yu threw Ma Lie directly into the path of the golden arrow.

BZZZT!

The arrow instantly pierced through Ma Lie’s body. Then, with a BOOM, it tore through him from head to toe as the dark golden flames erupted with a WHOOSH, burning furiously.

In an instant, Ma Lie’s body was incinerated, turning into flakes of ash that drifted down.

As for the golden arrow, it was now covered in the dark golden Nine Netherworld Burning World Flame. Just before it reached Hong Yu, it was burned out of existence.

“No! No! My son…!”

Ma Tengtian roared at the sky, bloody tears streaming from his eyes.

He had lost two sons in a single month.

This was a devastating blow that even a supreme powerhouse like Ma Tengtian could not accept.

His hair turned completely white. The agony of a white-haired man burying his black-haired sons, one after another, aged him in an instant. His aura withered, and he seemed to have grown decades older in a flash.

Hong Yu gave him a cold glance.

‘Is Ma Tengtian pitiful?’

‘He is!’

‘But would Hong Yu pity him? Sympathize with him?’

‘Of course not!’

If you don’t court death, you won’t die.

‘If Ma Tengtian hadn’t treated Little Chenxi this way, how could I have been so ruthless?’

‘What goes around comes around!’

‘Since you all planned to come after me, plotted to take my life, then…’

‘…don’t blame me for being merciless!’

Hong Yu took a deep breath. The coldness vanished from his eyes, replaced by a smile as warm and gentle as sunshine. He burned away the ropes binding Little Chenxi, freed her, and carefully held her in his arms.

Hong Yu clearly felt a slight tremor run through Little Chenxi and frowned. “What’s wrong? Did I touch your wounds?”

Little Chenxi didn’t speak, merely shaking her head.

Hong Yu saw cold sweat beading on her forehead. The little one was clearly enduring immense pain, unwilling to let him get distracted.

Hong Yu took a deep breath, forcibly calming his turbulent emotions. In a low voice, he said, “Don’t be afraid, Chenxi. I’m back. No one will ever hurt you again.”

From his Storage Ring, he took out a Sixth-Grade Spirit Pill.

This Spirit Pill was exceptionally precious, at the Sixth Grade Limit.

It was one of the prizes from the Hundred Victory War God.

Yet Hong Yu crushed it as if it were a common piece of candy. A light pulsed in his palm, turning it to powder, which he carefully fed to Little Chenxi.

He gently passed his palm over Little Chenxi’s body.

He was helping her refine the medicinal power. The potency of a Sixth Grade Limit Spirit Pill was indeed terrifying. Little Chenxi’s wounds scabbed over and stopped bleeding. A shimmering glow from the precious Spirit Medicine enveloped her, helping to mend her body.

Little Chenxi stared at Hong Yu with wide eyes, still extremely weak. “Brother, you have to be careful!”

“Don’t worry, this bunch of bastards can’t hurt me!”

Hong Yu smiled and nodded, gently stroking Little Chenxi’s cheek. “Chenxi, I’m about to get your revenge. For now, close your eyes and get some rest.”

“Mm-hmm!”

Little Chenxi nodded obediently and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

She was so tired!

Hong Yu’s heart ached as he watched the little one sleep. A flash of tenderness crossed his eyes as he sent her into the tower’s inner space, instructing, “Little One, Huhu, take good care of Chenxi!”

“Leave it to me!”

Little One had already spat out a puff of white smoke, condensing it into a cloud-bed, and carefully placed Little Chenxi upon its soft surface.

The Tower God looked up.

The normally carefree Tower God was now brimming with Evil Qi. “Hong Yu, kill them! Kill every last one of these bastards!”

“Huhu! Huhu!”

The adorably naive Cute Beast, Huhu, was also waving its fists, baring its fangs and claws with a ferocious look on its face.

Hong Yu nodded. “Don’t worry. No one who hurt Chenxi will escape!”

Then, Hong Yu’s spiritual consciousness completely withdrew from the tower’s inner space. He looked at Ma Tengtian and the other powerhouses of the Centaur Race. “Today, I will wash the Centaur Race in blood!”

“Arrogant whelp!”

“Get him! Kill this arrogant brat!”

The Centaur Race powerhouses were all furious and attacked at once.

In an instant, several hundred powerhouses from the Centaur Race charged forward.

Among them were over fifty War King Level powerhouses, and even one War Emperor.

This War Emperor was, of course, Ma Tengtian.

He gripped a pair of Beheading Great Sabers, which were Primordial Weapons. Their Sacrificial Refining Technique was superb, making them Divine Weapons on par with the Sixth Grade Limit.

“Demon Slaying Slash!”

Ma Tengtian raised the Divine Weapons high with both hands and slashed down heavily.

The brilliant light of the sabers tore through the void as a cyan Sword Gang howled toward him.

The Divine Demon Wings on Hong Yu’s back vibrated gently, allowing him to dodge the terrifying strike. His cold eyes shifted. “Extinction Divine Light!”

A red divine light shot out.

He didn’t attack Ma Tengtian. He wanted to make Ma Tengtian watch the Centaur Race be annihilated, to see his people die horribly before his very eyes.

BZZZT!

The one who was hit was a Late Stage War King Powerhouse.

He was gripping a powerful Primordial Weapon, preparing to launch a sneak attack on Hong Yu from the left.

“Aaargh!”

The Extinction Divine Light stunned him for a split second.

Immediately after, Hong Yu struck like Thunder. He thrust out a palm, the Palm Light incomparably sharp. It was the Three Flames Palm.

However, the Three Flames Palm of today could not be compared to what it was in the past.

Infused with the Nine Netherworld Burning World Flame, the power of the Three Flames Palm had increased dramatically.

Nine Fire Dragons surged out.

They instantly wrapped around the Centaur Race’s War King Powerhouse, coiling up from his legs. Finally, the nine Fire Dragons soared high into the sky and descended, crashing down violently on the War King’s Skull Cap.

A sea of fire spread as the Fire Dragons writhed.

BOOM!

The War King Powerhouse’s body exploded. Even his Primordial Spirit was directly annihilated, burned to absolute nothingness.

“No…!”

Ma Tengtian roared again and again.

That War King was his clan brother, and the two were very close.

Watching his brother die horribly while being powerless to help—this sense of helplessness nearly broke Ma Tengtian.

He bellowed, “Hong Yu, if you have any guts, fight me to the death!”

“Fuck off…”

Hong Yu sneered.

He charged toward the next War King Powerhouse.

“Attack him together!”

This time, three War King Powerhouses joined forces.

A disdainful light flickered across Hong Yu’s lips. His speed surged, and in an instant, he crossed several thousand meters to appear before the three War King Powerhouses.

“Attack!”

“Kill him!”

The three War King Powerhouses were already prepared. The attack they launched was naturally incredibly terrifying and fierce.

Their three attacks coalesced into a tri-colored Water Dragon.

The Water Dragon was wreathed in the light of three different energies, swirling violently like a spiral vortex, absorbing the terrifying Spiritual Qi from the heavens and earth. Its power was such that even a War Emperor would have to face it with caution.

“Burn it down!”

Hong Yu let out a low roar as his Palm Light surged. Dark golden flames enveloped his hand, and with every swing of his arm, the fire left a long, dark golden tail, like a dark golden meteor falling from the sky, its radiant wake tearing through the air.

BOOM!

The fiery meteor and the tri-colored Water Dragon collided.

As the two energies of completely opposite attributes clashed, an incessant HISSING sound filled the air. Plumes of steam rose, blanketing the area in a dense, layered fog.

SWISH!

With a flicker of movement, Hong Yu pierced through the water vapor.

He shot through the air, striking out at the three War Kings.

“Block it!”

The three War Kings’ faces were incredibly grim as they thrust out their palms simultaneously.

“You’re just asking to die!”

Hong Yu sneered.

‘Daring to meet my palm with theirs? If this isn’t asking for death, what is?’

BANG!

The three War Kings were very powerful. Attacking together, they managed to forcibly halt Hong Yu’s forward Momentum.

A look of ecstasy appeared on their faces. “Haha, this kid is nothing special after all!”

“Together, we can definitely kill him!”

However, the ecstasy and pride on their faces quickly vanished.

“No, how can this be…?”

The three War Kings discovered in horror that their palms were gradually withering. In an instant, they had lost all Life Force, becoming like dead wood. The powerful rebound from the Palm Force shattered their withered arms.

Immediately after, the dark golden flames spread toward them like snakes.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Flames shot into the sky. The three War King Powerhouses, now covered in fire, fled in all directions, rolling on the ground or rushing into nearby buildings.

But it was impossible for them to extinguish the flames.

Instead, they only spread the Nine Netherworld Burning World Flame everywhere. More than half of the Centaur Race’s main camp was now ablaze. Amidst this sea of fire, Hong Yu stood proudly.

One man and one spear, yet he was like an invincible War God.

He looked down upon them all!

Gazing down upon the many powerhouses of the Centaur Race, he said coldly…

“I told you, today, I will wash the Centaur Race in blood!”