C62 (1/2)

”The barbarians?” Long Chen cried out in alarm as he crouched down beside the sharp scales and began to rummage through the man's body.

Rubbing the tiger stripes on the bald man's head, Long Chen turned to look at Rui Lin. ”That doesn't seem to be the case either. What kind of cultivation method is this? It's not a Berserker Mark at all. What Berserker Tribe? Are you sure you're mistaken?”

”Nonsense! I am a demon and the most respected demon of the demon clan. You should know that there has never been a wrong person for a barbarian race since ancient times.” It would not be an exaggeration to say that they are natural enemies. I clearly sensed the aura of the barbarians just now, at the moment of the formation. It's not very strong, but it's very real. Sharp scale looked at the big man with a thoughtful expression.

But he's clearly a human. At the very most, he's a barbarian who cultivates a method. He's the soul of all living things, and can cultivate anything. So, it's not a big deal for him to cultivate a method.” As he spoke, he was about to raise his sword to stab forward, but was blocked by sharp claws.

”What are you doing?” Sharp Scales asked puzzledly.

Kill him, keeping such a person is also a disaster, letting him go is letting the tiger return to the mountain, I wonder how many people will end up dying miserably for him, killing him now is saving countless lives, furthermore, he is unconscious right now, so his death doesn't feel much pain, it's good for him, why don't you do it? Long Chen's strength increased by a few points.

He felt that Long Chen had changed a lot, and that his personality was a lot more cheerful. On the other hand, he hadn't felt it before, but now, he felt it, and it was a killing intent that was not hidden at all. Long Chen was not as bloodthirsty as he was in the past.

”There's still a use for it.” Sharp Scales pushed away the sword in Long Chen's hand.

”What are you going to do?” Sharp scale frowned and looked at the unconscious people walking towards him with swords in hand.

”He's useful. The others should be useless. Kill them.” As he spoke, Long Chen's sword trembled and his head rolled to the side. His sharp scales creased even more, and he moved in a flash to block Long Chen's sword, grabbing it.

Long Chen slightly furrowed his brows. He used all his strength to grip onto his sword tightly. He stared at Long Chen's slightly red eyes and the faintly discernible black murderous intent between his eyebrows.

”You can't kill anymore.” Sharp scale said in a deep voice.

”They deserve to die. Killing them is good for everyone. I am doing this for the sake of the people.” ”Go away!” More and more black qi gathered on his forehead, and his eyes seemed to be dripping with blood as they gradually opened. The black qi on the sword began to spurt out.

”Wake up!” Sharp Scaled Beast gave a loud shout and with lightning speed, it reached out its claw and pressed it against Long Chen's forehead. A purplish black imprint flashed between Long Chen's eyebrows and the black Qi gradually receded. The blood-red in his eyes faded away. He glanced at the black figure that had disappeared with the wind behind Long Chen with a grave expression in his eyes.

”Why are you grabbing onto my sword?” Long Chen's eyes returned to normal as he lowered his head to look at the sharp scales that were still grasping the Ink Sword.

”It's fine. My claws are itchy, so I want to grind them.” Sharp Scaled Tiger laughed two times and looked at Long Chen a few more times before turning around and walking towards the big man.

Long Chen didn't understand. He put away his long sword and walked over.

”Why is this person lying here?”

”I did it.” He stared at Long Chen for a long time.

”You don't have any special hobbies for corpses, do you?” Long Chen looked at Sharp Scales with disdain.

He was speechless at the change in Long Chen's personality. The bloodlust from before had made him more cautious, and going to the Heavenly Heart Sect was already a matter of urgency. He had to find a way to suppress Long Chen's mind-stirring killing intent and withdraw.

”Kid, this man belongs to the barbarian race.”

”Impossible. Without a Berserker Mark, the tiger mark on his head must have been caused by a technique.” Long Chen looked at the tiger pattern on the big man's head and said.

As expected, Long Chen, whose mind was filled with killing intent, did not remember anything after he woke up. He continued, ”In truth, this is not the case. The thick-skinned person is a bastard, and also a chaotic bastard with a bloodline thief. I didn't expect him to still be alive, and even let me meet him.”

”Do you mean that he has the blood of both a human and a barbarian?” Long Chen said in surprise.

The blood of the Heavenly Demon Tiger can also be considered to be among the divine beasts. Damn, it's really complicated, I think my grandfather is a human or a demon, and his parents are probably a barbarian among them. Tsk, tsk, looks like they've lived for almost thirty to forty years, but unfortunately, they have the blood of the demon race and the barbarian race. This is also a matter of last resort. ” Sharp Scales stroked his chin, his claws pinching the big man's body here and there.

”With this body, I don't need to cultivate a body tempering cultivation technique to be able to fight against a God Beast head on. Damn it, hehe.” If the old man was only from the Demon and Demon Clans, then maybe he would be able to give you a bit of good fortune. But, good fortune does not mean that you have a barbarian's bloodline. ” Sharp Scaled Beast grinned before raising its head to look at Long Chen.

”Kid, have you heard of the Corpse Controlling Technique?”

”Those with weak cultivations can control corpses to act as puppets. They rarely kill people, and those with high cultivations can forcefully refine living people for their own use. They also seem to be able to refine demi-humans for their own use. Why did you suddenly say 'they'? ” Long Chen asked, puzzled.