He saw it again.
Beside the massive bonfire in the center of the camp, on enormous spits that looked like they were for roasting whole lambs, were not Exotic Beasts. Instead, there were human bodies—charred black, reeking of rendered fat, and small in stature... Humans!
Those pirates were actually using living people—low-level Martial Artists of little strength—as their Energy als, as their food!
He saw more.
All around the camp, human skulls had been used to construct all sorts of decorations, filled with a perverse, demonic beauty.
So were used as wine cups, so were strung together into wind chis, and so were even embedded into the pirates’ power armor and weapons as "trophies" to show off their martial prowess.
The entire camp was a living Hell on earth, built from blood and bone!
But what made Qin Feng’s mind—long since tempered by endless, arduous training into a state of placid tranquility—boil over completely was the scene he witnessed next—
On an open patch of ground being used as a "gladiatorial arena," a group of pirates were gathered, laughing wildly and jeering without restraint.
In the center of the arena, a tattered, middle-aged Martial Artist and a boy who looked to be only in his teens were being forced to play a bloody ga of "father against son."
The father was clearly unwilling to strike his own son. The Battle Saber in his hand rose several tis, only to fall limply to his side again and again.
Finally, amidst a chorus of humiliating and mocking laughter, he abruptly turned the Battle Saber and plunged it fiercely into his own heart!
"No—!!!"
The boy let out a heart-wrenching cry. His eyes were bloodshot, his expression demonic, and he snatched up the Battle Saber his father had dropped. With a roar, he launched a fearless, desperate charge at the laughing pirates around him.
However, what awaited him was not a heroic, tragic revenge.
It was the casual flash of a blade.
"PFFT!"
The boy’s legs were severed at the knees.
He scread and collapsed heavily to the ground, his blood staining the earth beneath him.
"Hahaha! Gutsy! Got so backbone!"
A pirate chieftain with a scar on his face planted a foot on the boy’s back, laughing wildly. "Bring his wife over here for !"
BOOM!!!!!!
An irrepressible, monstrous killing intent—enough to burn the very heavens to ash—erupted from Qin Feng’s chest!
In that instant, he felt the very blood in his veins begin to burn!
Kill!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
His tall, black power armor moved.
There were no words, no hesitation.
Like a tiger pouncing on a flock of sheep!
He transford into a black bolt of deathly lightning, instantly charging into the camp filled with sin and revelry!
"Who’s there?!"
"Enemy attack!!!"
The pirates in the camp were stunned for a mont, then let out roars of shock and fury.
The next second, countless Spiritual Energy Gun Beams, glinting with multicolored light, rained down on Qin Feng from all directions like a torrential storm!
However, facing a terrifying web of firepower that could lt a small starship in an instant, Qin Feng neither dodged nor retreated!
He didn’t even activate his power armor’s Energy Shield!
The Thousand Army Spear in his hands moved.
Thousand Soldiers Guarding! Dragon’s Coil!
In his hands, the Long Spear transford into an impenetrable, perfect circle of defense that completely enveloped him.
DING DING DANG DANG—!
Countless Energy Beams were all blocked and deflected by the high-speed shadow of the spear, kicking up dazzling sparks in circle after circle around him, yet not a single one managed to even touch the surface of his power armor!
Invincible!
Braving the hail of gunfire, Qin Feng was like an unstoppable Demon God of slaughter, carving a path of destruction!
His spear beca the Death God’s scythe.
A single sweep—[Thousand Soldiers’ Evasion]!
The dozen or so pirates at the very front, along with the weapons in their hands, were instantly swept in half at the waist by an irresistible, terrifying force. Severed limbs, broken arms, and ruptured organs flew through the air!
A single thrust—[Fierce Owl Chasing Shadow]!
A pirate commander hiding behind cover, attempting a sneak attack with a Heavy Bomb Gun, didn’t even have ti to pull the trigger before his skull was precisely pierced by a black Long Spear that had traveled dozens of ters and penetrated several layers of alloy cover!
Kill!
Kill! Kill!
Every pirate who entered his sight, every beast stained with the blood of the innocent, was slaughtered by him, one by one, in the most direct and brutal manner possible!
Here, killing people was no different from killing greenskins or killing chanical constructs.
It even brought him a greater thrill of "purifying the world" than killing the Alien Race did!
In an instant, the entire pirate camp was filled with ghostly wails and wolfish howls as rivers of blood flowed.
Qin Feng fought his way from the camp entrance to its center, single-handedly slaughtering all three hundred-plus vicious Interstellar Pirates until none were left!
When he stood upon the ground piled high with corpses and soaked in blood, the entire camp had fallen deathly silent.
Only a few pirates remained, so terrified by his god-like, demonic figure that their courage had shattered. They had dropped their weapons, knelt to beg for rcy, and were now trembling uncontrollably.
Qin Feng walked up to them and pressed the cold tip of his spear against one man’s throat.
"Before, there were several other Martial Artists also wearing power armor. Which way did they go?"
His voice, broadcast through the power armor’s speakers, was devoid of any emotion, like Ten Thousand Years Profound Ice.
"T-To... to the northeast! M-My lord!"
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