I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

He turned to Zhang Yangqing, extended his thumb, and arrogantly pointed to several swollen, pale, and mangled corpses vaguely visible in the murky river beside them. His tone was full of threat and demand: "I've heard that outsiders have quite a few interesting treasures. Kid, bring out some to pay our respects, or else..."

He paused deliberately, then pointed his thumb forcefully at the corpses in the river, and grinned maliciously, "That's what will happen to you."

His words sounded particularly harsh on the quiet dock, filled with undisguised malice.

However, just as his last syllable fell...

A sudden change occurred!

Without any warning, without any energy fluctuations, and without even seeing Zhang Yangqing make any move.

He merely raised his eyes slightly, and in his deep purple pupils, it seemed as if some dormant will, far beyond this dimension, was gently stirred by the clamor and greed of these ants.

hum!
An invisible pressure, terrifying to the extreme and seemingly capable of directly distorting space and tearing apart the very essence of existence, did not spread but rather precisely and instantly "descended" upon the insolent hidden clan member!

Puff! Snap!

No screaming, no struggle.

Before everyone's horrified eyes, the arrogant and domineering underling of the Hidden Clan, who had been so arrogant just a moment ago, suddenly collapsed, twisted, and disintegrated, his entire body like a fragile clay sculpture gripped by an invisible giant hand!
The leather armor shattered, and flesh and bones were torn apart and shredded from the smallest part by an irresistible force!
The process was so fast that it exceeded the limits of visual perception. All the people saw was a faint flash of purple light, and space seemed to distort for a moment, followed by a terrifying series of sounds of bones breaking and flesh exploding.

In the blink of an eye, all that remained was a pool of filth, radiating outwards and mixed with dark red blood, fine bone fragments, and rotten flesh, the pungent stench of blood instantly filling the air.

The arrogant underling from the Hidden Clan, who had just been so haughty, was now lifeless, his body torn to pieces.

This sudden, swift, and extremely clean killing made the surrounding deathly silent dock seem to have been silenced even more deeply.

All the indigenous laborers, whether resting or working, froze in their tracks, their lifeless eyes revealing a clear look of astonishment and disbelief for the first time.

Those outsiders who were better disguised and hidden among the laborers were even more horrified! They understood what this meant better than the natives!
This was not a fluke, nor a sneak attack, but an absolute crushing of strength!
This purple-eyed man was not the foolish outsider they had previously thought he was, but a terrifying being whose strength was so terrifying that he didn't need to disguise himself and could ignore the potential rules and dangers of this place!
They were completely different from the outsiders who had to carefully survive like shadowy crawling insects.

This one looks more like a demon from beyond the realm in ancient legends!
Of course, being called an extraterrestrial demon is an affirmation of the outsider's strength.

Zhang Yangqing acted as if he had only done a trivial matter, without even moving his feet.

He slowly turned his head, his terrifyingly calm purple pupils landing on the leader of the Hidden Clan, who was still frozen in place, his face as pale as paper, and cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

A subtle, yet chillingly mocking smile curved at the corner of his lips.

Zhang Yangqing's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced the deathly silence, reaching the leader's ears, which were ringing with extreme fear: "What did you want to say just now? Continue?"

The leader of the Hidden Clan trembled violently, feeling as if his soul was about to be frozen and crushed by those purple eyes.

He could clearly sense that the terrifying power that had instantly annihilated his companion could be applied to him with the same ease, if the man in front of him had just a thought.

The imminent threat of death crushed all notions of duty, dignity, and revenge.

Life and death are truly separated by a single thought!
For the first time, he felt immense gratitude for his talkative, greedy companion, who had now become a stain on his reputation.

If his companion hadn't happened to interrupt at that moment, attracting the attention of this ruthless man and being easily crushed, then he himself would likely be the one now in that smear!
It was his companion's recklessness that unintentionally saved his life!
Overwhelmed by fear, he could barely think. Driven by his most primal instinct for survival, he abruptly lowered his head and, in a trembling voice tinged with extreme respect and humility, answered rapidly:
"Your Excellency, please calm down! Just now, I was saying that you could choose to enter the dock yourself or have me guide you through the visit! I am quite familiar with the dock and would be happy to serve Your Excellency!" He went from a cold, dismissive person to a fawning guide in an instant, a change in attitude that was astonishing.

Zhang Yangqing seemed satisfied with the answer. The playful look on his face lessened slightly, and he nodded, his tone still calm: "Then lead the way."

"Yes! Yes! Venerable One, please follow me!" The leader of the Hidden Clan felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He quickly stepped aside to make way, bowing low as he carefully led the way, even deliberately keeping his breathing soft, for fear of displeasing this evil star.

Zhang Yangqing then took a step, as if strolling leisurely, and entered the silent dock, which was deathly still, eerie, and now filled with a deeper sense of fear because of his arrival.

His purple pupils calmly scanned his surroundings, as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dust.

Meanwhile, the chairman and the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes, who were mixed among the laborers, watched this scene. The shock they felt at Zhang Yangqing's crazy plan had been replaced by a deeper sense of awe.

Dude, only you would dare to do something like this! You're awesome!
The leader of the Hidden Clan's heart pounded as he led Zhang Yangqing deeper into the dock. He appeared respectful, but a subtle ruthlessness and scheming flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He did not truly submit; he was merely terrified by the instantaneous killing and sought only to save his life.

But this dock, which they have run for many years, how could they allow an outsider to be so presumptuous?
As he quietly explained the functions of the surrounding twisted buildings and ships, he subtly signaled to his colleagues scattered throughout the docks using coded language.

The route he chose, seemingly random, actually led Zhang Yangqing to a relatively open area, but one that was easy to ambush behind the surrounding buildings and piles of goods.

This is the cleanup site where they usually deal with tough cases or hold some kind of bloody ritual.

Just as Zhang Yangqing seemed to be listening with great interest to his incoherent introduction and stepped into the center of this area, the leader of the Hidden Clan's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and the killing intent and humiliation that he had been suppressing for a long time suddenly erupted!

"Do it!" he suddenly roared, his voice sharp and piercing, no longer respectful as before, but filled with malice.

At the same time, he retreated like a ghost, his speed reaching its limit, instantly creating a distance of tens of meters between himself and Zhang Yangqing.

Swish swish!
Almost at the same instant his roar subsided, the sound of air being torn apart rang out from all directions!

A dozen or so figures, like venomous snakes that had been lurking for a long time, suddenly sprang out from the shadows of the surrounding stilted houses, behind the rusty iron barrels, and from the tops of the mountains of writhing cargo bags!

They were all dressed in dark leather armor, with agile figures and a gloomy yet powerful aura. They were clearly all the managers of the Hidden Clan, and their strength was no less than that of the one who had just been instantly killed!
Their cold eyes locked onto Zhang Yangqing, and they held all sorts of strange weapons in their hands, instantly sealing off all of Zhang Yangqing's space to dodge, forming a murderous encirclement!
The intense killing intent mixed with the stench of blood completely solidified the space.

The laborers watching from afar, including the chairman and the beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes, couldn't help but hold their breath, their hearts leaping into their throats.

These are the true fangs of the Silent Wharf managers!
Surrounded in the center, Zhang Yangqing seemed to ignore the dozen or so powerful enemies who had suddenly appeared around him.

He didn't even look at the leader of the Hidden Clan who had retreated outside the encirclement, his face full of savage smiles and vengeful satisfaction. He merely raised his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping calmly over the murderous figures around him.

Then he laughed.

The smile was faint, a slight curve at the corners of the lips, yet it carried an undisguised disdain, as if looking down upon ants.

Zhang Yangqing's voice rang out clearly in the murderous silence, even carrying a hint of mockery: "Is having more people your source of confidence?" (End of Chapter)