The Unruly Immortals

"This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible! How can he still be alive?!"

Watching the thing that emerged from the water in front of him, Yuan Er couldn't help but shout out loud.

No one had ever escaped from the grasp of the River God, and yet, this man had done just that.

He recognized this person; he was the red-robed Taoist who had caused the deaths of dozens of his brothers!

Before these men could figure out what was happening, they saw the strange Taoist slowly raise his head, leaving a trail of bloody footprints as he walked straight towards them.

"Kill him! Kill him quickly! Hurry! Don't let him ring the bell!" Yuan Er's voice carried a thread of urgency.

Although there was only one of them and they were several hundred strong, Yuan Er inexplicably felt the urge to turn and run.

Whooshing sounds rang out as dozens of arrows, glinting with cold light, were shot at the Taoist, but not a single one hit its target.

With a ripping sound, in full view of everyone, a man's body was torn limb from limb by Li Huowang.

The pirates had initially attempted to surround and attack, but the increasingly gory scenes quickly chilled their blood.

The scene, akin to the Eighteen Levels of Hell, gradually replaced the anger and hatred in everyone's eyes with fear.

Finally, they could no longer hold on, and they began to flee, their legs trembling increasingly.

Even Yuan Er's commands could not make them stay for a moment longer; they were completely terrified.

When these men completely lost the will to fight back and turned their backs to Li Huowang, a naked massacre unfolded on Reed Island.

"Great-grandfather, great-grandfather, think of something quickly!" Seeing his own brother dismembered alive, Yuan Er completely lost his mind.

Only then did he realize what a terrifying existence he had provoked.

The previously imposing elder was now panicked, his hands joining frantically as he muttered something lowly towards the dark red water beside him.

This muttering didn't last long; when he saw a mass of flesh the size of a large boat floating up from the bottom of the lake, the old man felt a darkness before his eyes and his body started to fall backwards.

That was the River God whom their ancestors had worshipped, and it had just been killed by that Taoist!

Seeing this, Yuan Er's heart trembled, and without saying another word, he picked up his great-grandfather and ran towards the village.

Ignoring the cries and screams behind him, Yuan Er bit down hard on his teeth and ran as fast as he could.

Li Huowang, seeing Master Danyang from afar slowly killing the pirates one by one, noted that with each death, the red in front of his eyes deepened, until finally, it was so red that he couldn't see the path anymore.

At first, Li Huowang didn't want to stop anything, but when he saw Master Danyang grab another person, he couldn't hold back any longer.

"No need to kill anymore, stop killing!"

In Li Huowang's loud shout, Master Danyang, after grabbing the man with a red dot on his forehead,

slowly turned around, his blood-red face revealing a cruel smile. "Boy... on what grounds?"

Li Huowang opened his mouth to say something, but as he turned to look at the completely darkened lake surface and thought of his other companions whose fates were unknown, he suddenly realized he couldn't find any reason to argue.

The pain in his heart was almost instantly engulfing everything he had; holding his throbbing head, he screamed desperately, "Why! Why can they kill our people, and I can't kill them?"

By the time he came to his senses, Master Danyang was nowhere to be seen, and he found himself standing in Master Danyang's place.

Before him stood a plump woman.

With pear blossom tears, she held the withered head of a man who appeared to be her husband and cried her heart out.

"Kill her! If you kill, leave no one behind! If you're going to kill, kill the entire family!" A voice exploded out of nowhere beside his ear.

Li Huowang, with twitching eyes, slowly grasped the hilt of the sword on his neck and withdrew it.

Then, with a forceful swing, a white arc flashed, and the bitter crying abruptly ceased.

The moment he struck, Li Huowang felt a special sensation rush from his spine to the back of his head.

This feeling scattered the despair and pain in his heart.

"Heh, hehe," unable to suppress the maniacal laughter on his face, Li Huowang clenched the sword in his hand and took steps toward Reed Village, leaving footprints behind.

Before long, a whirlwind of blood and carnage swept through the village.

Watching the easy shredding of various faces, watching the withering of vibrant lives, Li Huowang laughed. The more people he killed, the louder he laughed, uncontrollably.

The sounds of blades entering flesh continued unabated, and the dim yellow of Reed Island was gradually covered in red.

When the sky had completely darkened, the screams across the island slowly subsided.

Within the ancestral temple of the Yuan Family, Li Huowang, covered in blood, held the Blood Sword and took steps toward an emaciated young man.

Everywhere else was quiet; this person must be the last one on the island.

Confronted by the blood-soaked murderer, the young man had completely broken down, his urine flowing freely as he moved his hands wildly and muttered incomprehensible sobbing.

Just as Li Huowang was slowly raising the longsword in his hand, a familiar voice sounded from behind him.

When he turned around woodenly, he saw Bai Lingmiao, drenched to the bone, standing by the door, trembling as she clutched a glowing stone.

The instant he saw her, the killing intent in his heart and the odd sensation in the back of his head receded like the tide. "You're not dead?"

As he spoke, Li Huowang realized his voice had changed; what should have been a clear voice had become incredibly hoarse.

The sword wound on his neck had fortunately yet unfortunately damaged his vocal cords.

"I can swim. There's a pond in front of my village, I've been playing in the water there since I was little."

Li Huowang walked over, holding the sword, took off the Taoist robe crusted with a layer of blood from his body, and draped it over Bai Lingmiao.

At that moment, Li Huowang seemed to come to his senses as he looked blankly around at everything, at the corpses with different expressions of death surrounding him.

No matter the age or gender, everyone was dead, all by his own hand.

Looking at the young girl clutching her dead mother, and at the lifeless cradle, the guilt and pain that had disappeared earlier surged back, nearly suffocating him.

Li Huowang slowly bent down to pick up a dagger from the ground, clenched his teeth, and plunged it viciously into the palm of his hand.

He had never understood why Sister Hu from next door to the psychiatric hospital self-harmed, but now he did.