The Psychopath's Harem



"What... what just happened?" gasped Su Lan, his voice trembling with fear as he surveyed the gruesome scene before him.

Xia Tian stood before them, a spear protruding from his heart and his severed hands lying lifeless on the ground, a grotesque reminder of the violence that had been inflicted upon him by Su Mei and Su Li.

The world fell into an unnatural silence, broken only by the crackling of the flames that surrounded them.

The vermillion hue of the fire cast an eerie glow over the carnage, as if the very flames were feeding off the violence and bloodshed.

Xia Tian's body convulsed, and a maniacal laughter erupted from his throat, sending shivers down Su Lan's spine.

The metallic scent of blood mixed with the acrid smoke of the burning flames, filling the air as his laughter echoed, wild and frenzied.

"Hahahahahahhaha... is this all you've got?" he cackled, his voice rising to a fever pitch. "Is this the best you can do?"

Su Li's heart raced as she watched in disbelief, unsure of how to react.

Despite the brutal injuries he had sustained, Xia Tian still stood, his laughter both terrifying and exhilarating, a testament to the sheer force of his will.

Su Mei's heart pounded in her chest as she watched Xia Tian's eyes glow with an eerie silver light.

The air around them crackled with tension as he slowly wrapped his fingers around her spear, that was plunged into his chest.

A cold sweat broke out across her skin as she realized that they were all in grave danger. 

With a sudden gasp, Xia Tian's hands tightened around the spear and he pulled it out of his own body.

Swish!

Su Mei recoiled in horror as blood gushed from the wound before it healed over, and his severed limbs floated in the air, reattaching themselves to his body in a gruesome display of power. 

Liang Mejia's jaw dropped in disbelief as Xu Ruiqi whispered in shock, "What is he?"

Su Rong's face twisted in fear as she tried to gather her wits, but before she could speak, Su Lan's voice shattered the stillness. 

"Don't let him heal! Attack everyone!" 

His urgent command jolted the guards and other elders out of their frozen terror, and they sprang into action with a fierce determination.

The lead commander bellowed, "Attack, everyone!" and hundreds of cultivators surged forward, their footsteps echoing like thunder. 

Su Mei's heart raced as she watched the chaos unfold around her.

She knew that they were fighting for their lives, and that the outcome of this battle would determine the fate of their entire clan.

With a deep breath, she braced herself for the coming storm, ready to fight until the bitter end.

Su Rong's throat went dry as she bore witness to the macabre scene before her.

Despite their depleted qi, thousands of cultivators lunged at Xia Tian all at once, driven by an insatiable bloodlust.

"Hahahaha," Xia Tian cackled maniacally as he evaded their attacks with ease, his body moving with a supernatural grace.

Xia Tian wasn't even using his powers; he was toying with them like they were mere playthings.

"Idiot, look behind you!" he sneered, his body vanishing and then reappearing before a young cultivator.

The cultivator's eyes bulged in horror, but before he could react, Xia Tian's foot had crushed his skull.

*Crack*

The sickening sound of bones cracking and flesh tearing filled the air, as Xia Tian continued his merciless slaughter.

It was a dark and twisted display of power that sent shivers down Su Yang's wives and partners' spines.

They instinctively covered their children's eyes, not wanting them to witness such brutality.

Xu Ruiqi's heart raced as she suddenly remembered something, and her eyes scanned the area with worry. "Where is our husband?" she urgently asked.

Chen Xiaoxuan and the others furrowed their brows, sensing a looming danger. "Don't tell me..." fear crept into their minds.

Su Yuting, Xu Ruiqi's daughter, pointed towards Su Yang's room, which stood isolated amidst the flames, untouched and unscathed. "Father is there!" she exclaimed.

Xu Ruiqi's eyes narrowed, and she made up her mind. "I'll go and call him!" she declared.

However, Chen Xiaoxuan pulled her back, stopping her in her tracks.

"We don't have enough time! We can't afford to be mere onlookers! We have to join the battle!" her voice resonated, and the wives and children of other elders and great elders echoed her sentiments.

On the battlefield, a horde of people seemed to be attacking a lone figure.

But as they looked closer, they realized that Xia Tian was fearlessly holding his ground, his movements defying all logic.

His opponents couldn't even touch him, while he continued to spill their blood, painting the ground red.

The women turned to Liang Meijia for approval, and her conflicted expression spoke volumes.

Suddenly, a loud scream pierced through the air as Xia Tian kicked Su Li away.

"AHHH!"

Her body flew like a kite, and Liang Meijia quickly sprang into action, leaping to catch her.

As she did, the sound of a sharp object slicing through the air echoed through the battleground.

Swish!

Chen Xiaoxuan's voice boomed over the chaos. "Take out your weapons! We are attacking!" And with that, hundreds of women and children raised their weapons, ready to fight.

"Tch, too soon!" Xia Tian muttered, his annoyance palpable.

With a grin on his face and his eyes narrowed at Su Lan, he moved in an instant, delivering a powerful kick to Su Lan's stomach.

Su Lan felt as if time had frozen before a sharp pain erupted in his abdomen, and his body flew through the air. "Ugh!" he groaned in agony.

What followed was something straight out of a nightmare.

One by one, cultivators started screaming as Xia Tian's figure moved with lightning-fast speed, throwing them away like rag dolls.

Su Liwo coughed and looked at the scene with disbelief.

In her eyes, a mist-like figure moved with incredible speed, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

But it wasn't just one Xia Tian.

Two?

No, ten!

No, hundreds!

Hundreds of Xia Tian figures moved around the battlefield, attacking and throwing away everyone in their path like it was nothing.

The battle that had seemed won ended in an instant.

Bodies lay on the ground, each one clutching their organs and groaning in pain.

Su Lan's expression was twisted in anger and pain. "You won't get awa-Ahhhhhh!"

Whoosh!

His words were cut off abruptly as a spear shot up from the ground, impaling his stomach and lifting him off the ground.

He screamed in agony, the sound piercing the clouds before finally stopping.

The other cultivators were shocked at the sight before them as hundreds of spears shot out, ready to strike anyone who dared to oppose the terrifying Xia Tian.

Whoosh! 

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

The sound of whooshing filled the air, each one accompanied by a scream.

The sky was full of people, bleeding from their abdomen, pierced and hanging in the air, forced to watch the gruesome scene before them with blood-soaked eyes.

The Xia Tian figures moved with lightning-fast speed, throwing the cultivators away one by one.

Each strike was like a thunderbolt, leaving behind a trail of destruction and despair.

The screams intensified, echoing through the battlefield, as more and more cultivators fell to the ground, writhing in agony.

The sky was a canvas of blood and pain, a testament to the sheer power of Xia Tian and his army of clones.

The group could only watch in horror as the Xia Tians continued their onslaught, their bodies trembling with fear and shock.

They knew that they were no match for this terrifying force, and their only hope was to somehow survive the brutal attack.

The whooshing sounds continued, each one followed by a scream of pain and a gush of blood.

It was a scene straight out of a nightmare, one that would even haunt the dead.