Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 34 Hell is Empty

The jet-black mastiff was the size of a small calf, its muscles bulging like iron blocks, and its glossy fur faintly tinged with bluish-black.

What's most terrifying are its dark golden eyes, which have no pupils, only a murky amber color, like two rusty copper coins embedded in melted resin.

"Woo——"

A deep, guttural growl escaped from its gaping mouth, revealing a row of serrated teeth, with bits of flesh still clinging to them. As it pawed at the ground, the chain around its neck rattled.

Under the dim light of the dog farm, Tong Muqing made out Han Yun's figure and frowned, saying, "There's no woodpile today, so we won't be able to get Jinshui water. Please come tomorrow!"

It roughly means that there will be no dog fighting today.

Han Yun chuckled and said directly, "I'm not here to fight dogs, I'm here to take your life."

Han Yun flipped his hands, holding the White Calf and Black Horse double swords in his hands. Facing the moonlight, he slowly approached step by step, seemingly fearless.

Seeing this, Tong Muqing laughed: "Whose brat dares to act so presumptuously in your Master Tong's territory? Indahhun, you'll have an extra meal tonight!"

This so-called extra meal turned out to be human food.

He patted the black dog beside him, released the iron chain from his hand, and the black dog pounced out like an arrow the moment the chain hit the ground.

A foul stench assaulted his nostrils, but Han Yun didn't even lift his eyelids. He slashed his black dagger diagonally upwards, the blade leaving a dark arc in its wake.

"laugh--"

The blade's energy, over ten feet long, cleaved a deep, bone-revealing wound into the black dog, but Han Yun frowned slightly because the feel was off.

It didn't seem like it was striking an ordinary living creature; instead, it felt like it was striking refined iron or wrought bronze. Han Yun looked at the howling black dog with a strange expression, wondering if the dog had somehow developed a body of steel.
Although he already knew that the methods of taming eagles and dogs contained a secret medicine that could mutate the organs of living beings, the effect of this...

Just as Han Yun was observing the black dog with great interest, he noticed that the wounds on its body were beginning to heal in a strange way, at a speed that was not normal for a living creature.

Then, it pounced on Han Yun again, even more ferocious than before. Its pupils turned white and emitted a dark blue light, and its body was covered with rolling black energy, like a cloud of ink.

Because raising eagles is no longer allowed, Tong Muqing's methods were effectively crippled. So, he took a different approach to the methods he had inherited, incorporating shamanistic magic to make his dogs even more difficult to deal with.

Or rather, this can no longer be called a dog; it should be a monster that is half-corpse and half-dog, and its principle is similar to the Seven Fiends gathering in one body.

Upon seeing this, Han Yun frowned and immediately roared, "You beast, how dare you actually eat people and devour their souls!"

Tong Muqing laughed heartily: "What's wrong with living people raising dogs? Dogs raised by living people are the best!"

A cold glint flashed in Han Yun's eyes. He crossed his two swords, the white calf sword gleaming with a chilling silver light, and the black lacquer sword exuding a dark and malevolent aura.

As the black dog, carrying a foul stench, lunged at him, his figure suddenly spun like a willow catkin, the blade tracing a crescent moon-like path.

"Boom!"

The black dog's head separated from its body in mid-air, splattering dark red blood onto the muddy ground like ink. The headless corpse continued to lunge forward with its momentum, but Han Yun dodged it and it slammed heavily against the iron cage.

The mastiff in the cage immediately began frantically licking the blood off the corpse of its fellow dog, the iron cage clanging loudly.

Tong Muqing's pupils contracted sharply, and he suddenly blew his copper whistle. Instantly, all the iron cage doors popped open automatically, and more than a dozen mastiffs with red eyes rushed out and surrounded Han Yun.

"Bite him to pieces!"

Tong Muqing retreated with a sinister grin.

Han Yun's twin blades crossed, the spines reflecting the crimson eyes of the pack of dogs. The first spotted mastiff, pouncing at them, was still in mid-air when Han Yun's white calf-blade sliced ​​through its front paws.

"Ouch——"

Before the severed claw even hit the ground, the black blade slashed horizontally, sending a three-foot-long jet of blood gushing from the dog's head. Han Yun spun and plunged into the pack of dogs, his twin blades transforming into black and white halos of light, limbs and heads flying in their wake. "Roar!!!"

Suddenly, a tiger's roar came from Han Yun's throat. It was the method of mimicking the sounds of all beasts that he had learned before. As the saying goes, when a tiger roars, all beasts tremble in fear and their livers and gallbladders shatter. Immediately, several dogs were so frightened that they urinated.

The fearful whimpers of the dogs came from their mouths.

Tong Muqing's expression changed drastically. He suddenly pulled out a homemade pistol from his fur coat. After all, his skills were all based on dogs, and his own martial arts were mediocre. But before he could even aim, he suddenly felt a chill on his throat.

Han Yun had somehow broken through the pack of dogs, and the tip of the white calf knife was pressed against his Adam's apple.

Behind them came a chorus of mournful cries; the last mastiff was being nailed to the ground by a black dagger under a locust tree, its limbs twitching.

"Such excellent methods of taming eagles and dogs..." Han Yun sheathed his black sword and pressed the tip of his white calf blade down slightly. "It's a pity that you've ruined them like this."

Tong Muqing's Adam's apple bobbed, cold sweat mingling with blood dripping down his face: "This kind of formidable swordsmanship...you...you learned it from Wang Wu, the Great Swordsman..."

With a flash of light, Han Yun's short gun struck Tong Muqing's three fingers, sending him crashing to the ground in agony as he immediately knelt down and screamed.

"I'll ask you an answer."

Han Yun stepped on Tong Muqing's wrist, and used the tip of his knife to lift his chin. "How many people have these dogs been fed?"

Tong Muqing's face contorted in pain, but he suddenly grinned, revealing bloody teeth: "Guess what? Those poor, worthless, lowly creatures, Aqina and Sethhei, went crazy gambling in my dog ​​farm..."

Han Yun didn't bother to listen. He simply flipped his wrist, and the white calf blade drew a cold, silver arc in the air.

"Since you enjoy watching dogs eat people," Han Yun's voice was colder than a blade, "then I'll let you taste what it's like to be torn to pieces."

The knife tip precisely pierced the gap in Tong Muqing's shoulder blade, and with a gentle flick, a piece of flesh as thin as a cicada's wing flew out.

The spotted dog with the broken claw was still convulsing. Smelling the blood, it instinctively crawled over and swallowed the piece of meat whole.

"what!"

Before Tong Muqing could even scream, the black dagger had already slammed into his mouth, smashing half of his yellow teeth.

Han Yun's technique was as skillful as butchering a cow. With the second cut, he cut into the rib area and peeled off a three-inch-wide strip of meat along the muscle fibers.

"This move is called 'picking tendons and removing flesh'."

As Han Yun spoke, he tossed the strips of meat toward the pack of dogs. The mastiffs, who were barely alive, immediately began to tear each other apart, the chains dragging on the ground with a grating sound.

Tong Muqing was in so much pain that his whole body convulsed, but then Han Yun suddenly changed his move, holding the white calf knife horizontally and slamming the back of the blade heavily onto his knee, making a sickeningly loud cracking sound.

The Fierce Bull Azure Dragon Slash was supposed to be a killing move that could be executed in an instant, but Han Yun deliberately slowed it down.

"Next comes peeling away the skin to the bone..."

What's most terrifying is that Han Yun deliberately controls the depth of his cuts, avoiding vital points with each strike, and even temporarily sealing the blood vessels with his sword energy before they rupture.

Tong Muqing watched helplessly as his left arm was sliced ​​into a skeleton, with a few strands of minced flesh still clinging to the stark white ulna.

"Treat them as they treat you."

Han Yun stood in the moonlight, his figure tall and terrifying.

“I am not Xiao Zizai, but there is a saying that is very true: Hell is empty, all the devils are here.”

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