Chapter 1659 Headless Blood Savage （3）
What mattered more was that, within Sun Hao's Dantian, another mysterious art began operating spontaneously without conscious command from his physical form.
Though Hao Anyi criticized Wei Xinbing for constantly misusing his Yin-Yang Fusion Art for twisted ends, truthfully, the art’s effects peaked most remarkably during Yin-Yang convergence.
Sun Hao, in his Headless Blood Savage state, felt incredibly good.
The automated activation of the Yin-Yang Fusion Art also introduced a cool flow of energy into Sun Hao's physical body, leaving him deeply satisfied. His simplistic mindset concluded: This benefits my cultivation immensely. No wonder, no wonder Border Collie always enjoys this so much.
Since this was cultivation, he absolutely couldn’t lose to Border Collie.
Cultivate harder. Cultivate harder.
His powerful Blood Savage form produced thunderous impacts that thudded against the ground. Border Collie stared wide-eyed. Fierce! Boss Sun is outrageously fierce! Forget endurance—just the intensity alone puts my scrawny frame in a different league.
When applied properly, the Yin-Yang Fusion Art was an awe-inspiring, upright technique. But when twisted into a plundering path, it morphed into a terrifying method of forcibly draining Yin to replenish Yang. Yet, at this moment, Sun Hao had no concept of morality or consequence.
In less than fifteen minutes, the female barbarian fell silent.
Gasping for breath as he sprawled over the female dog, Border Collie barked, "Woof woof! Boss, stop! You’ll—"
Before he finished, Sun Hao roared. The barbarian beneath him instantly withered into dried bones, as if stripped of flesh and spirit.
Border Collie gaped. Boss is just... on another level.
Commotion erupted again within the Barbarian Cave Tribe, and more Barbarian Warriors charged forth.
Sun Hao’s massive form heaved upright. His single great eye blazed with frenzied light, riveting onto the tribe below.
His fists hammered outward, thudding warriors unconscious onto the earth. Raising both arms, he beat his chest savagely in triumphant frenzy. After a resounding roar, he seized one unconscious Barbarian Warrior, shoving him beneath himself.
He searched clumsily, unable to find the entry point.
Border Collie yelled, "Wrong gender! Boss, that’s a m—"
Mid-cry, he saw the berserk Headless Blood Savage flip the warrior over and thrust downward.
Border Collie covered his eyes with both paws. I’ve... corrupted Boss Sun.
He wondered what expression Boss Sun would wear later—if he regained awareness or recovered his senses—upon recalling this dark chapter.
Grabbing a white wolf for himself, Border Collie half-heartedly proved his vigor against Sun Hao, while scheming internally: Since it’s already happened, might as well keep dragging Boss Sun deeper. Make him too ashamed to ever mention it when he recovers. Good! Action decided! He barked, "Go for it, Boss! Crush him...!"
Yet for Sun Hao, the sensation wasn’t as intensely gratifying this time. The Yin-Yang Fusion Art remained active, but the cool influx it absorbed was pitifully meager. With each violent thrust, he felt increasingly unrewarded. Abruptly amping up the art’s power, he reduced the warrior beneath him to withered skin and bone—yet the gain was negligible.
Crucially, Border Collie—resolved to entangle Sun Hao—now withheld guidance.
Sun Hao could only rely on instinct.
Seizing another Barbarian Warrior as Border Collie snickered obscenely, Sun Hao promptly dried him into shriveled husk.
…
Sun Hao, devoid of any ethical framework.
Sun Hao, driven purely to augment his cultivation might, obliterated the entire Barbarian Cave Tribe—men, women, elderly, children—sparing none.
Border Collie watched in horrified stupor, realizing he’d birthed an absolute monstrosity. And—damn!—Boss Sun remained terrifyingly relentless even after wiping out a tribe, while Border Collie himself now lay utterly spent like a dead dog.
Having feasted upon a full tribe, Sun Hao commenced cultivating the Yin-Yang Fusion Art within the Lower Void. This was no righteous path: it mirrored the twisted methods of Wei Xinbing—far more violent, brutal, savage.
Typically, even Wei Xinbing dared not cultivate the Yin-Yang Fusion Art so recklessly, knowing excess would inevitably corrupt it toward perversion. A cultivator risked drowning in lust, unwittingly corrupting the art into an Ultimate Evil Art.
Yet, extraordinarily, Sun Hao—cultivating this monstrously—felt no lust, no evil intent. His mind remained purely instinctive, initiating the art through utterly depraved means.
Having extinguished the tribe, Border Collie abandoned any pretense of pacifism. More crucially, the Headless Blood Savage now saw Barbarian Cave Tribes as ideal nourishment. He began deliberately scouring the Wilderness, hunting barbarian settlements to forcibly cultivate his Yin-Yang Fusion Art.
Border Collie became Sun Hao’s ultimate accomplice. His nose detected leagues-distant scents, trailing subtle clues to barbarian caves concealed beneath vast tracts.
Disaster engulfed Barbarian Cave Tribes nearest the Ten Thousand Extinctions Ancient Graveyard.
Tribe after tribe uprooted. Clan after clan slaughtered to oblivion—sparing neither man nor beast.
Knowing matters had passed redemption, Border Collie incinerated every trace after each massacre.
Amidst the immense expanse of Wilderness—where Barbarian Tribes preyed upon Desolate Beasts—an era of devastation dawned. For years, no fewer than twenty major tribes vanished inexplicably; warriors disappeared into ash, settlements scorched bare by infernos.
Panic metastasized among Barbarian Cave Tribes. Legends proliferated: a colossal Blood-Drinking Bat haunting the Wilderness, vanishing after feasting upon Essence Blood.
Years passed before Sun Hao and Border Collie’s deeds finally surfaced.
Across Barbarian Cave Tribes, all learned: a supremely powerful, horrifically savage Headless Blood Savage terrorized the Wilderness nearby.
This Blood Savage stood immense—entirely sanguine—a chest serving as eye, navel twisted into mouth. Left hand gripping Square Shield, right hand wielding Iron Hammer. Like some monstrous echo of legendary antiquity’s God of War: Great Witch Xingtian.
Far more terrifying was its raw power: inexhaustible strength, impenetrable defense, catastrophic bludgeoning force—neither slash nor blow could fell it.
Even the strongest Brute King-level warrior fell in one swing.
Its battle aura screamed through the skies. Where it tread, Baleful Aura boiled. Nothing survived—man nor beast—in its wake.
Headless Blood Savage.
Its reign of terror enveloped vast tracts of Wilderness, becoming its barbarians' profoundest nightmare.
The Headless Blood Savage’s arrival heralded butchery.
The Jianghe Tribe endured its costliest losses in history. Its subordinate cave tribes vanished one after another; catastrophe spread unchecked.
Wilderness dangers persisted: lethal Desolate Beasts prowled; tribal hostilities simmered.
A rival existed: Jianghe Tribe's mortal enemy, the Suyue Tribe—coveting and scheming Jianghe’s extinction.
As Sun Hao advanced toward Jianghe territory, slaughtering ceaselessly, Jianghe suffered foundational wounds—especially after its First Warrior and warriors died to Sun Hao in the Wilderness. Only then did the tribe face true existential peril.
Suyue Tribe seized its moment, invading.
Jianghe lands yielded inch by grim inch. Vassal tribes surrendered, seeking Suyue’s might.
Enemy warriors plunged toward Jianghe Core Cave.
After desperate fighting, the outmatched Jianghe retained only a hundred-odd warriors. They retreated to their Sacred Mountain; to the side of Jiang Nv—their tribe’s Witch—flame of hope and spiritual core.
Compared to ordinary tribespeople, Jiang Nv appeared more delicate. As wielder of sacred rites, prophecies, arcane witchcraft, she symbolized the tribe’s spirit—its very hope.
Praying devoutly upon the towering peak, Jiang Nv gripped her Witch Staff in silent reverence. Behind her knelt the tribe’s sole remaining warriors.
Rising gently, Jiang Nv stared downward. Her gaze toward the encroaching Suyue warriors remained placid—as though watching White Clouds drift upon eternally shifting seas.
A warrior behind her whispered, "Mistress, what says the Witch God? Does Jianghe... hold any hope of survival?"