From Sword to Slaughter: Evolution

The onlookers gasped in shock as they witnessed the scene.

"Let me show you what real martial techniques are!" Ren Xing snarled, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

With the Yao Zhan Sword in hand, he unleashed a flurry of attacks, slashing through the air wildly. Each strike summoned the terrifying [Dark Flame Soul Slash], and white flames surged from his sword, shooting straight toward Lin Aotian.

Although Lin Aotian was quick to react, the speed of the white flames was even faster. In the next moment, he was struck by one of the fiery blasts.

His body was sent flying, crashing into a boulder behind him.

Boom!

"Aaargh!" Lin Aotian screamed in agony as the searing white flames scorched his body. His once impenetrable armor began to melt, warping from the heat. The burning metal pressed against his skin, threatening to sear his flesh.

"Captain Lin!" The warriors of the Lion Mercenary Group shouted in alarm.

"Stay back! Don't come near me!" Lin Aotian roared as he struggled to stand.

But now, his appearance was beyond miserable—burned, battered, and in agony.

"You're going to die!!!" he shouted, rage fueling his every move. His muscles bulged as he charged at Ren Xing once more, gripping his greatsword with both hands. The surge of source energy into the blade summoned a powerful windstorm.

"Captain Lin is serious now!" The Lion Mercenary warriors cheered, confident that Ren Xing would soon meet his demise.

"A wind-based martial skill, huh?" Ren Xing narrowed his eyes.

"[Sixth-Tier Martial Skill: Hell of the Wind]!!!" Lin Aotian bellowed, raising his greatsword high. He slashed downward, releasing countless wind blades that roared toward Ren Xing with deadly force. The ground trembled under the impact of the storm-like assault.

"Die!" Lin Aotian howled inwardly.

"Is that all?" A cold voice sounded behind him.

Lin Aotian's eyes widened, his pupils contracting in disbelief. Ren Xing had somehow appeared behind him. How could he move so fast?

Panic overtook him. He spun around to counterattack, swinging his greatsword, but pain tore through him before he could react.

Blood splattered through the air.

"Aaaargh!" Lin Aotian howled in agony as his right hand, still holding the greatsword, was severed by the razor-sharp Yao Zhan Sword.

The blood splattering onto the sword was quickly absorbed into its blade.

[Absorbed six-tier warrior blood: Energy +0.6 points]

"This old man is improving fast," Ye Fan murmured in surprise. Ren Xing's recent cultivation had not only propelled him to the sixth tier but also neared the threshold of the seventh. With the [All-Attribute Boost] effect of the Yao Zhan Sword, his reactions far surpassed ordinary sixth-tier warriors.

"Heh heh! Time for you to die!" Ren Xing grinned maniacally as he unleashed another barrage of slashes with the Yao Zhan Sword.

Lin Aotian staggered back, but there was no escape. Ren Xing's sword technique was ruthless, and the flashes of his sword surrounded Lin Aotian, who soon fell to the ground.

[Killed six-tier warrior: Evolution Points +600 points]

"Captain Lin!!!" The Lion Mercenary warriors screamed in unison, their voices filled with shock and despair. None of them had anticipated that Lin Aotian would be killed so easily by Ren Xing.

Ren Xing, however, showed no remorse. He thrust the Yao Zhan Sword into Lin Aotian's body.

[Absorbed six-tier warrior blood: Energy +0.6 points]

[Absorbed six-tier warrior blood: Energy +0.6 points]

As the sword absorbed the blood, Ye Fan's system notifications continued to chime.

"I've gathered quite a lot of evolution points this time," Ye Fan mused. However, the real strength would come at the seventh tier and beyond, where both the evolution points and energy rewards would multiply.

"Kill him!!!" The rest of the Lion Mercenary warriors, filled with rage, charged at Ren Xing.

"Hmph," Ren Xing snorted. He poured his source energy into the Yao Zhan Sword, causing it to resonate with dark energy.

"You're all courting death!" Ren Xing shouted, activating a sword technique.

[Phantom Dance]!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Ren Xing's figure split into multiple shadows, each wielding the Yao Zhan Sword. With incredible speed, he sliced through the attacking warriors of the Lion Mercenary Group, who fell one by one.

The Yao Zhan Sword was far too sharp. Each slash cleaved through the warriors' weapons with ease, rendering them defenseless.

"He... He's so strong..." Huang Conghui trembled as he watched from afar. The strength Ren Xing displayed was beyond terrifying. He was cutting down the mercenaries as if they were nothing.

It was pure, one-sided slaughter.

"Keep absorbing, absorb it all!" Ren Xing roared in excitement as the Yao Zhan Sword greedily drank the blood of the fallen warriors. With each absorption, the blade grew sharper and deadlier.

Weapons forged from B-tier materials crumbled like they were made of tofu under the might of the Yao Zhan Sword.

[Killed three-tier warrior: Evolution Points +300 points]

[Killed four-tier warrior: Evolution Points +400 points]

Ye Fan watched as the system notifications continued to pop up on his interface. He noted that Ren Xing's [Evil] attribute had now climbed to 97%.

"As expected, he's becoming a true villain," Ye Fan remarked.

In a short time, dozens of warriors from the Lion Mercenary Group lay dead, their blood drained completely by the Yao Zhan Sword.

"Hmm? Is that all of them?" Ren Xing sneered as he surveyed the battlefield.

"Lord, you are truly unstoppable!" Huang Conghui and the others rushed over, their voices filled with admiration.

The once-feared Lion Mercenary warriors had all been slaughtered by Ren Xing.

"Don't get too comfortable. The Lion Mercenary Group won't be defeated that easily," Ren Xing replied with a chilling smile.