The Eight Empresses Betrayed Me, Only to Deeply Regret It After Being Reborn-Chapter 73: A Mountain of Corpses and a Sea of ​​Blood

Kill, kill, kill!

These weak little demons—truthfully, they couldn’t even satisfy Lu Ye’s bloodlust.

But it didn’t matter. He wasn’t picky.

As long as any living being dared to enter, he dared to kill.

The Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor used Lu Ye’s slaughter as a way to affix his parasitic power onto Lu Ye’s body.

He normally didn’t parasitize humans. After all, the technique he cultivated was a demon scripture—only by parasitizing demons could he achieve perfect integration.

But Lu Ye... Lu Ye’s potential was simply too tempting.

In his eyes, Lu Ye was the flower of the Great Dao, the fruit of the Path, a human embodiment of the Dao itself.

If he could successfully parasitize Lu Ye, the Demon Emperor was even willing to abandon his own true body.

So what was a parasitic vessel?

Let Lu Ye kill—kill to his heart’s content.

The more Lu Ye slaughtered, the more power the Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor could harness.

He refused to believe it—he, a demon emperor, couldn’t outmatch a mere Void Refinement cultivator?

As time passed—

The corpses of demon beasts piled ever higher. The blood below had already formed a river, and bodies stacked into mountains.

The nauseating stench of blood filled the air.

But Lu Ye was thoroughly enjoying it. This environment... was perfect.

Like a fish in water.

The Slaughter Lotus Seed continued to fan the flames of his bloodthirsty intent.

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Lu Ye’s primary consciousness observed this scene with no emotional fluctuation at all.

Honestly, this wasn’t even as nauseating and painful as when he’d been forced to personally kill all those demon cubs before.

He was never someone who reveled in killing. Back when he exterminated the Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor completely, it had nearly driven him sick with disgust.

Those tiny, helpless infant beasts...

Completely defenseless, still suckling and mewling.

But what else could he do?

Once a slaughter began—it wasn’t something one could stop just because they wanted to.

It was too painful.

And Vermilion Bird had kept trying to persuade him the whole time. Did she ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) really think he didn’t know he shouldn’t be killing the weak?

Her words only made it worse for him.

His worldview, his values—instilled in him since childhood—had always told him never to harm the weak, never to be cruel.

But reality...

Reality screamed in his face that if he didn’t kill, far more would die in the future.

Back then, Lu Ye hadn’t yet reached the point where his Dao heart was like iron. He still felt sorrow. Still felt revulsion at the slaughter.

But after that massacre, Lu Ye’s heart grew colder and harder.

Slaughter... was just slaughter, nothing more.

At least back then, those cubs had known how to fake innocence—pretending to be pitiful and helpless. But now, every young beast that came through the vortex wore a vicious expression. Every single one was already a parasitic host for the Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor.

How many had come through now?

A hundred thousand?

Judging by the mountain of corpses before him, that was probably about right.

But... why was it slowing down?

Lu Ye’s primary consciousness sensed something wrong. He could already feel this body—consumed by killing intent—growing impatient.

The flow of demons into the battlefield was too slow. If this body, now ruled by slaughter, rushed into the vortex and charged into the Demon Realm to continue the massacre, that wouldn’t be surprising at all.

Charging into the demon realm wasn’t the problem.

The problem... was that he hadn’t left his name on the Eternal Heaven’s Chosen Ranking yet!

Watching his body butcher its way through this battlefield with such joy, Lu Ye had nearly forgotten—placing his name on the monument was one of the reasons he entered the Heaven’s Chosen Ancient Battlefield in the first place.

His blood-red eyes locked onto the vortex.

With a pure and shockingly simple logic, his physical body now understood—there were still many living beings beyond the vortex.

So it began to move.

Was he really going out?

Lu Ye felt a little helpless. Fine, whatever—if he had to leave, then so be it. This kind of thing couldn’t be forced anyway.

But what Lu Ye didn’t expect was that while he was willing to leave, the Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor absolutely wasn’t.

That body—was something the Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor had set his sights on with utmost obsession.

He hadn’t yet left his name on the Eternal Heaven’s Chosen Ranking. How could the Demon Emperor tolerate this body walking away?

So, more demon beasts were thrown into the battlefield. This time, many were under a hundred years old, already showing signs of aging, and their cultivation was extremely weak.

They were no longer restricting it to beasts under twenty years old—this greatly expanded the available options.

Previously, the focus had been on infant beasts because they hadn’t yet received significant investment. If they died, the demon race could regenerate—low sunk cost.

But now, seeing that Lu Ye actually intended to leave, the Demon Emperor couldn’t be bothered with such cost-efficiency calculations.

Send them all in!

Let them all die!

And so, a new wave of demonic explosion began.

Lu Ye stopped walking, face now serious, and continued slashing with his stone sword—killing with evident joy.

...

Nine Dragon Valley!

The disciples who had escaped the Heaven’s Chosen Ancient Battlefield were finally calming down after being comforted. Their panic and terror began to settle.

But it was only a momentary calm. The psychological trauma left by what they had witnessed inside... no one could say how long it would haunt them. How many nights it would come clawing back in dreams, tearing them awake in screams.

Cultivators were still human.

And every human had their limits.

Seeing their disciples finally regain some composure, the sects—who had all suffered heavy losses—couldn’t help but feel bitter sorrow.

A total collapse.

Sects like the Yin-Yang Law Sect and the Supreme Empire—nearly their entire young generation had been wiped out.

In the future, other sects would have fresh waves of strong disciples. Just the difference in numbers could tip the balance and drive a once-great sect into irreversible decline.

“Mo Zhi, look at me. Do you remember—who was it that killed your senior brothers?”

An elder from the Mountain River Pagoda Sect asked as he looked at Xu Mozhi.

It was unimaginable—how a Void Refinement cultivator could be reduced to this state of soul-shattering terror.

Xu Mozhi’s eyes were hollow.

In his mind, again and again, he saw his senior brother at the Combined Dao Realm summon the Heaven Net Shield—only for it and his body to be shattered in a single punch.

His flesh had been pulverized into pulp.

Everyone had died. Everyone had been obliterated.

He devoured Nascent Souls—one bite at a time.

The Nascent Souls bled as they were eaten.

“Urgh...”

Xu Mozhi retched again. The pride and elegance he’d displayed before Bai Qiulan—the appearance of a refined gentleman—had completely vanished.

The people of the Mountain River Pagoda Sect could only sigh.

They had to switch to someone else.

Finally, a disciple who had only caught a partial glimpse—fleeing in the midst of panic and wailing, early enough to avoid being fully broken—was able to speak.

He had seen Lu Ye’s face.

He took out a brush and paper and began to sketch.

The killing aura—that was the first thing he drew, like flames blazing from the body.

With his continuous descriptions, the image of a youth with terrifying murderous intent gradually emerged on the paper.

He looked like one of those legendary storybook beauties—strikingly handsome—but his expression was so cold, so terrifying, that just seeing him could make children cry and infants fall silent.

“Are you sure this is the man?”

The disciple nodded vigorously.

“Are his eyes... really that big?”

The elder stared at the drawing, eyes narrowing. The eyes drawn were the size of fists—way too exaggerated in proportion.

The disciple nodded even harder. “I saw him with my own eyes! That’s exactly how he looked!”