Chapter 962: Bloodshed Over Ten Thousand Meters

The man with the severed hand was doomed…
His hand had been cut off by Happy’s sword, severely weakening him and causing unbearable pain. As expected, he was killed by Happy’s sword.
“Have the guts to fight me head-on!”
Elder Thirteen roared in fury.
As soon as he spoke, Happy turned around with a light smile:
“As you wish.”
Then, he sheathed his long sword in his pocket and faced Elder Thirteen—with his bare hands.
This move from Happy not only failed to bring joy to Elder Thirteen but instead made his pupils widen as he took a deep breath. His furious expression instantly turned grave.
Restraint!
This was a kind of restraint understood only by a few elite players.
Against gun techniques, palm techniques were utterly ineffective—gun techniques were powerful and relentless, with the advantage of long weapons. One would be beaten half to death before even getting close. That was restraint.
Sword techniques were somewhat balanced against gun techniques.
But if axe techniques were used well, their strength and blocking capabilities could counter most sword and knife techniques, allowing them to stand toe-to-toe with gun techniques. However, against palm techniques—those agile, high-speed close-range attacks—it was impossible to keep up with the speed, let alone effectively block.
If Happy had used sword techniques, even at the Liberation realm, Elder Thirteen wouldn’t have feared him and would have even been confident in defeating him…
But seeing that Happy used life-and-death realm fist and claw techniques, Elder Thirteen’s hair stood on end, and he became extremely alert.
However, there were pros and cons.
By switching to bare hands, he lost his advantage over the other enemy.
Elder Three, who was holding a jade flute, had dared not confront Happy head-on after realizing his flute music couldn’t affect him. He feared Happy’s sword techniques greatly…
Even Elder Seven’s attacks could numb his arms, let alone Happy’s. Happy’s hidden energy was masterfully controlled, and engaging in combat would mean suffering losses. Showing even the slightest weakness against such an enemy meant death, so he hesitated to advance.
But now, without a sword, his fear diminished, and he rushed into battle:
“I’ll help you! Elder Thirteen!”
With the addition of Elder Three, Elder Thirteen’s pressure lessened…
Although the howling flute music couldn’t affect Happy at all, having someone to distract him meant Happy couldn’t fight as freely.
“Haha! Thinking I can’t handle two against one?!”
After exchanging dozens of blows, Happy laughed loudly and suddenly reached out to seize Elder Three’s jade flute—using the Dragon-Seizing Grip.
The powerful pulling force made the latter’s body stiffen.
“Get lost!”
Elder Thirteen’s axe swung down.

One is fast and the other is slow, but they make a good combination, perfectly complementary to each other.
But this time, their opponent is different from before.
Happy is someone skilled at creating opportunities for himself under pressure. Sensing the fierce force of the axe wind above, Happy remained calm, channeling his hidden energy to effortlessly disrupt the true energy the Third Elder was trying to gather. With a pull and a push, the person who had been facing the Thirteenth Elder’s axe became the Third Elder instead.
“Damn!”
The Ten Styles of the True Dragon truly have no solution against peers of the same level.
The Thirteenth Elder swung his axe downward and realized something was wrong! With wide eyes and cold sweat pouring down, he quickly changed his tactics…
“Haha.”
The Thirteenth Elder’s attack missed, giving Happy an excellent opportunity. Taking advantage of the Thirteenth Elder’s exhausted strength and lack of new energy, a small dragon-shaped figure rushed between the two, striking from both sides with both hands. If not for his greatly increased internal energy over these days—his recovery ability from the Easy Tendon Scripture now almost matching that of the Nine Yang Divine Art—Happy might not have been able to execute the Ten Styles of the True Dragon so smoothly. Continuous use would drain his internal energy severely, sending him back to the life-and-death realm.
But now, his internal energy was nearly 800! Executing the series of moves from the Ten Styles of the True Dragon was no problem at all. Grasping both men, Happy used his feet and hands to kick the Thirteenth Elder away, then used the power of his thick armor to slam the Third Elder several feet into the air. Hidden energy! His toes and shoulders both channeled hidden energy. Both men let out groans. One staggered back two steps, while the other, pale-faced, endured most of the damage and was flung over ten meters away.
To the horror of the Third Elder and the Blood Alliance disciples, Happy clung tightly to him like a parasitic worm. With repeated small movements, the Third Elder trembled irregularly. Although the protective aura around him wasn’t significantly weakened, a rapid burst of hidden energy from Happy shook his internal organs, causing blood to spill from the corners of his mouth.
“…”
Outside the crowd, the man holding the Blood Jade Fan had tightly grasped the handle at some point, watching grimly as Happy beat the Third Elder to death. He silently gave a signal to those behind him. The group of Blood Alliance disciples quickly moved into action.
“Kill!!!” “Save the Third Elder and the Thirteenth Elder!”
A few seconds later, the man with the Blood Jade Fan swung down fiercely, and hundreds of soldiers blocking both ends of the canyon rushed out like water released from a dam. Dozens of blue ghost flames collided with each other…
An unexpected scene unfolded!

Just as the Blood Alliance disciples in the canyon passage rushed forward to surround and kill Happy, a dark shadow suddenly shot through the air.
Bang! Bang!
The Third Elder’s body was thrown as a weapon by Happy…
The Third Elder crashed into the crowd, knocking out many torches along the way and plunging deep into the crowd, causing chaos among the Blood Alliance.
“Ah!!”
That wasn’t all—Happy followed closely behind, swinging his long sword and cutting down numerous torches on the spot. The canyon passage was already narrow, and with this sudden wave of attacks, the area was instantly plunged into darkness.
Everything was pitch black.
The Blood Alliance disciples were utterly at a loss.
Amid the chaos, the sound of swords being drawn could be heard constantly! But none dared to strike—everyone around them was their own people.
Happy naturally wouldn’t miss such a great opportunity. Using the highly refined “Demonic Hong World-Annihilating Art” at its ninth level, he swept his attacks indiscriminately around.
Cries of pain and shouts of anger filled the air!
However!
Happy didn’t get many chances to attack.
Not only were the enemy forces charging in with torches, but some people in the crowd also started shouting and lighting torches to illuminate the area.
Unfortunately…
Happy knew his cultivation progress was about to be exposed, and having resolved to give the Blood Alliance an unforgettable experience, he certainly wouldn’t miss this once-in-a-lifetime chance.
Before any dim light could shine through, he moved through the crowd, swinging his sword while using his “Dragon-Seizing Hand” to grab people and extinguish torches.
“Ah!”
One after another, Blood Alliance disciples fell like shields toward the torches around them, causing further chaos…
The sword beams, carrying hidden energy and burning damage, kept killing the Blood Alliance disciples without pause—the darkness of the night served as the perfect cover for these deadly beams.
In the narrow canyon passage, falling bodies, cries of pain, and shouts of anger merged into a chaotic scene…
In the chaos, the Blood Alliance disciples couldn’t locate or catch Happy at all; whenever they attacked, they only hurt their own people.
From time to time, they were knocked over by their own comrades, only to face more fierce sword beams.
The situation was so chaotic that the organizer, the man with the Blood Jade Fan, was driven to despair!
On the ground of the canyon passage, the Blood Alliance disciples stepped on corpses constantly, with cries of pain echoing everywhere; Happy continued to dive into the crowd, using his rudimentary “Immortal Body” technique and the Dragon Form to create more chaos…
“He’s gone mad.”
The man with the Blood Jade Fan and the Thirteenth Elder had retreated outside the crowd, gritting their teeth as they listened to the cries of pain and shouts of anger coming from the darkness ahead.

“The vision of those evil creatures is already limited! And yet they still try to deal with Happy in such a narrow space! Look at the mess you’ve created! Are you actually trying to frame Happy, or are you framing your own people?!”
Elder Thirteen was deeply disturbed:
With such poor visibility and a complex environment, it should be easy for the disciples of the Blood Alliance to clearly see everything around them, move as if on flat ground, and strike without any hesitation.
Although the man with the Blood Jade Fan feared Elder Thirteen, he refused to take all the blame on himself and retorted angrily, “How would I know that the three of you combined can’t even take down one Happy?!”
“Stop talking nonsense and retreat quickly! You don’t want all your brothers to die here, do you?!”
“Hmph!!”
The man with the Blood Jade Fan gritted his teeth: “Disciples of the Blood Alliance! Withdraw from Ghost Realm!!”
As soon as the order was given, the canyon became even more chaotic.
Terrified after being killed one by one by Happy, yet unable to even spot their enemy, the disciples of the Blood Alliance had long wanted to retreat. Hearing this, they felt as if they’d been spared, and those who were charging backward rushed back as well. The narrow passage became crowded, with many people too lazy even to fetch torches again.
People packed tightly together…
Happy was overjoyed and slaughtered even more recklessly, chasing in the direction where there were more people, slashing with his sword all the way!
The people of the Blood Alliance groaned in pain.
With people blocking the way ahead and unable to run, Happy, like an invisible demon, pursued them relentlessly, causing bloodshed over miles.
Many people screamed in terror, urging those in front to run faster.
Cries and screams echoed for a long distance.
The area blocked by the Blood Alliance wasn’t very long…
From time to time, deadly Eight-Eyed Parasitic Spiders, Ghost Scorpions, and even Demon Baby Poison Insects appeared to ambush them;
This narrow passage leading out of Ghost Realm instantly turned into a perilous journey!
Hearing the noises from the canyon passage, many teams from nearby valleys couldn’t resist their curiosity and rushed to the valley entrance to investigate. All they heard were the sounds of swords piercing through flesh and screams;
Many unlucky ones were even splashed with blood;
“What happened?”
“I don’t know.”
“Some gang must be fighting over territory again.”
“Come on, this is Ghost Realm—there are plenty of places for cultivation. Is it really necessary?”
“Forget it. It’s hard to see clearly in this damned place. Getting too close might only bring trouble. Let’s go back and continue cultivating.”
…
It wasn’t until the group from the Blood Alliance fled out of Ghost Realm that they realized there were only a few dozen people left behind.
The expressions on the man with the Blood Jade Fan and Elder Thirteen instantly turned grim…

Walking among the Blood Alliance disciples, covered in wounds and in a miserable state, the two’s faces grew increasingly pale:
“Are there any others? Are they all dead?!”
“Are we the only ones who managed to escape?”
Before their words could finish, a familiar, cold voice came from the passage of the Fiendish Gorge: “There are still people here. Perfect—I’m not done killing yet.”