King Of Chaos

Ling Xiaolong was in a perilous situation.

Several warriors were beating him with the intention of killing him. They took out their weapons and attacked.

However, before their attacks could reach him, a few of his people rushed over hurriedly and collided with the opponents. The collision sent everyone flying.

Ling Xiaolong finally gained an opportunity to breathe in peace. After a few seconds, he slowly stood up and looked at his people and the opponents.

Now, more than half of his people have been killed while others were severely injured. Ling Xiaolong doesn't know what to do.

"No, I have to save my people. I have to do it."

Unfortunately, sometimes, what people desperately want does not happen.

Yong took action personally this time. His strength was not much different from Ling Xiaolong's (Long Chen's), but he was not tired because of not participating in the previous battle.

Now that he stepped forward to fight, the first thing he did was kill Ling Xiaolong's injured people in front of his eyes.

Ling Xiaolong screamed, cried, and even begged, trying his best to stop Yong. But Yong did not stop, he killed everyone, including Xue.

The moment Xue died, Ling Xiaolong felt an overwhelming emotion surging within his heart.

Was it anger or guilt, he does not know. He could name his emotion. For a moment, everything fell silent. The world seemed to have become quieter. Ling Xiaolong's eyes lost their luster.

He was alive, but it seemed he had lost all meaning to life. He no longer wanted to live.

"Hahaha. Long Chen, look at your people. Witness what they've gained from following you. They perished not due to their feebleness, but because they followed your lead. Yes, I ended their lives, but I'm not guilty of their death. You are! That burden falls squarely upon your shoulders!"

"It was your decisions they heeded. It was your actions that sparked this conflict. You dared to defy me and become my enemy. You, fully aware of the vast disparity in strength between your faction and mine, still chose to confront me and challenge my authority, not thinking of the consequences."

"It was always you, my friend. If you have to blame someone, blame yourself."

Ling Xiaolong's eyes remained lusterless, but his body trembled. He did not speak.

Later, he was dragged by Yong to a mountaintop. There, Yong pierced his sword in Ling Xiaolong's chest before throwing him down.

Ling Xiaolong, however, was extremely lucky. He not only did not die but also accidentally found a small tower, about a baby's palm-sized. His blood dyed the tower red.

It might be because of his blood, but the tower suddenly shone brightly and sent a few streams of energy to Ling Xiaolong's body, healing his injuries rapidly.

When Ling Xiaolong woke up, he spent a few months refining the tower, making it acknowledge him as its master. It was then he found out that the tower was an ancient artifact left behind by the previous era or era before that.

This tower was called the Tower of Wisdom.

Tower of Wisdom has 99 floors and every floor has a different painting telling a different story.

If someone could comprehend all the paintings, they'll obtain strength surpassing Master of Chaos at Level 36, reaching a realm beyond the limit of Chaos.

Ling Xiaolong was shocked and immediately started to comprehend the painting on the first floor.

It was at this time that Ling Xiaolong froze for a moment. When he regained control over his body, he found himself in a different situation. He was once again standing on a battlefield, filled with helpless cries and the sound of weapon collision.

Ling Xiaolong was holding a sword and was following a group of people.

After a moment of blank, Ling Xiaolong suddenly understood the situation and started behaving normally.

He did feel extremely weird and strange for a moment, but for some reason, that feeling soon vanished into thin air.

Very soon, they arrived at a place where broken corpses of people of various races and beasts could be found.

Some of them were eaten until only half of their faces were left, some only half of their bodies were left, some had their flesh and blood sucked dry, and only their wrinkled skin was wrapped with tiny bones. Their struggling and twisted faces were filled with fear, and some were even more horrible to look at.

Ling Xiaolong stood there and felt that his blood had frozen. The air around him seemed to have turned into solid ice, making him shiver and unable to breathe.

Sad cries sounded out from all directions. When the group saw this hellish scene, they cried out in grief.

After a moment of silence, they all turned furious.

Ling Xiaolong was also very angry. He clenched his fists, looked at the person beside him, and said in a low voice, "Hou, what do you think we should do?"

The person called Hou was stunned for a moment and then said in a daze, "We should put these corpses away first and burn them quickly. Otherwise, the smell of blood will attract other Chaos Beasts and other enemies."

Ling Xiaolong took a deep breath and said, "I am asking, what about in the future? Such a thing happens every day nowadays. Do we, Humans, have to be treated like food by those damned beasts and monsters?"

Hou stared at Ling Xiaolong in a daze. He didn't know how to answer. After a long while, he finally said something. "It has been like this since millions of years ago. It is said that the previous era was also destroyed because of the war between all races. We are currently fighting against Chaos Beasts and other races that are enemies of the Human Race. Because of the previous era, we humans have lost our strength. We are now at our weakest. That is why any race could bully us. Although our population is large, our strength is not. Those other races see us humans as the lowest race. We are the food for the Chaos Beasts, Demon Race, and other such races. If we want to change things, we have to first strengthen ourselves, strengthen the human race."

"If we want to change things, we have to first strengthen ourselves, strengthen the human race."

Listening to Hou, Ling Xiaolong muttered these words again and something within his body seemed to have been awakened.

Right at this moment, someone ran over and shouted, "Brother Long Chen, the people from the Spiritas race are here!"

Ling Xiaolong's face changed. He and his group hurriedly followed that person and arrived somewhere where they saw that a group of people were surrounding thousands of humans.

"Are you Long Chen?"

When those people saw Ling Xiaolong and others coming, someone stepped forward and pointed at Long Chen.

"Get ready, the sacrificial ceremony is about to begin."

The middle-aged Spiritas from the Spiritas Race, who was leading the group, raised his head. He didn't even cast a glance at Ling Xiaolong before he said this with an indifferent and arrogant expression.

Before Ling Xiaolong could react, humans surrounded by Spiritas and even the group behind him lowered their heads. Then they started to work to organize the sacrificial ceremony.

They had all the newborn babies and children under the age of fifteen gathered in one place. As for adults including Ling Xiaolong, they were all gathered on the other side.

After that, one of the men from the Spiritas Race took a step forward and threw a handful of tiny sparkling dust at all the people above the age of fifteen.

This was Soul Dust

In the crowd, many people looked at the Soul Dust that was falling from the sky. They wanted to dodge in fear, but they didn't dare to move at all. They just stood there in fear.

Then, those Soul Dust scattered down, landing on a portion of the humans. Humans who were infected by the Soul Dust were all incomparably frightened in that instant, their faces ashen. Those who weren't touched by the Soul Dust were inwardly rejoicing, as if they had escaped disaster.

"Now, the sacrificial ceremony will officially begin."

The middle-aged Spiritas said. As his voice faded, humans who were touched by Soul Dust, as well as all the newborns and children under the age of fifteen, all walked to the front.

Ling Xiaolong and the other humans who weren't sprinkled with the Soul Dust stood at the back, quietly watching the sacrificial ceremony.

Ling Xiaolong's hands were clenched and he seemed to be eager to do something.

Soon, there was a low sobbing sound in the crowd. Most of them were the mothers of the newborns. They closed their eyes in pain, covered their faces, and cried, but didn't dare to make too much noise.

It was at this time, that the middle-aged Spiritas walked towards a newborn baby. He stretched out a hand and pressed it on the face of the newborn baby.

Then Ling Xiaolong saw as the middle-aged Spiritas forcefully extracted the baby's soul out of his body and swallowed it whole.