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

Faced with the formidable Zhang Yangqing, the leader of the Hidden Clan, seeing more and more of his fellow clansmen rushing to the scene, felt his fear lessen, replaced by a twisted confidence born from a sense of clan cohesion and home-field advantage.

He suppressed the lingering fear of being instantly killed and said, his voice trembling with arrogance, "You are very strong, unbelievably strong! But I don't believe you could have wiped out everyone here in such a short time!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.

First of all, the laborers who had been watching indifferently suddenly showed astonishment in their eyes, as if they were looking at an idiot.

They were astonished. Had this leader of the hidden clan been scared out of his wits? Was he truly unafraid of death?

What's even more surprising is that this sounds so awkward.

Even though you have dozens of people besieging one enemy and are at a disadvantage, it sounds like you're showing off your superior numbers, while the fact that the enemy "can't kill you all in a short time" has become a boastful advantage?

Many laborers even began to subtly move further outwards, inwardly cursing: "It's your business if you Hidden Clan want to fight this evil star to the death, don't drag us down with you!"

Once this extraterrestrial demon goes berserk and the aftershocks of his energy wipe out all of us onlookers, who will we turn to for justice?
Yes, there are many people at the dock. Even if this Heavenly Demon is strong, theoretically he might not be able to kill everyone before his energy is completely exhausted.

The problem is, whoever gets killed first is doomed!
We don't want to be cannon fodder that gets cleared out!

The chairman, who was secretly disguised as a laborer, and the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes saw things more clearly.

This group of hidden clan members fought bravely and relentlessly, aiming to exhaust Zhang Yangqing's physical strength and energy as much as possible and buy him time through sheer numbers and continuous harassment!
They are waiting! Waiting for the emergence of a true supreme powerhouse among the hidden clans, one capable of contending with experts of this caliber!
They originally wanted to find an opportunity to remind Zhang Yangqing, but then they thought that with Zhang Yangqing's wisdom and insight into the situation, how could he not see through this little trick?

He must have his own overall plan.

So they calmed down and continued to follow Zhang Yangqing's initial instructions, keeping a low profile and observing secretly.

Surrounded by dozens of hidden clan experts, Zhang Yangqing didn't even flinch.

The chilling killing intent and the dense array of gleaming weapons around them seemed like nothing more than a gentle breeze.

Instead of feeling pressured, he felt a kind of boredom.

Upon hearing the leader of the Hidden Clan's boastful words, Zhang Yangqing even chuckled, his laughter filled with undisguised mockery and pity: "My purpose in coming here has never been to kill you ants."

He paused, his purple pupils sweeping over the faces around him—some contorted, some tense, some resolute. His tone suddenly turned cold, carrying an air of supreme indifference: "But if you're looking for death, I won't mind granting your wish."

As the last word fell, Zhang Yangqing moved.

No, to be precise, it was his "momentum" that moved.

He slowly clasped his hands together in front of his chest. The movement seemed slow, but it carried a strange rhythm, as if it had drawn some primordial power from the universe.

hum! ! !
Centered on Zhang Yangqing, an indescribable and terrifying pressure suddenly erupted!
It was no longer the precise, targeted strike of the past, but rather like an ancient, slumbering god suddenly awakening and stretching its body!

A dazzling purple divine light and a majestic golden Dao aura erupted from his body like tangible flames, intertwining and soaring into the sky!

In an instant, he was made to look like an ancient deity who had descended to the mortal world and looked down upon all living beings!
The light was not dazzling, but it carried a kind of heaviness and majesty that went straight to the soul, as if even the eternally dark sky of this desolate dock would be forcibly torn apart and illuminated by this purple-gold light!
I dominate heaven and earth! I am the only one who reigns supreme!
This immense and overwhelming energy fluctuation, far exceeding the level of a half-saint, instantly turned the faces of all the hidden clan powerhouses who were besieging them pale.

The fleeting sense of hope that "there are many of us" had just arisen in my heart was instantly crushed by boundless fear!
They felt as if they were a small boat in a raging storm, which could be smashed to pieces at any moment!
"Kill!" Someone let out a desperate and frantic roar.

Dozens of hidden clan experts gritted their teeth and poured all their power into their weapons, transforming them into streaks of light of different colors, yet equally sharp, rushing madly towards the purple-gold divine figure in the center from all directions!

In an instant, sword energy crisscrossed, blade light tore through the air, and all sorts of insidious and bizarre energy attacks poured down like a torrential rain!

However, all of this seemed so pale and powerless in the face of Zhang Yangqing.

He remained standing in the same spot, his hands clasped together, without even lifting his eyelids.

The surging purple-gold energy around him seemed to have its own life and will, automatically forming a ring of constantly flowing, incredibly solid protective divine light around his body.

Boom! Bang! Crack! Splat!
A series of sounds—impact, explosions, cracking bones, snapping weapons, and short, piercing screams—rang out almost simultaneously!

Those fierce attacks landed on the purple-gold divine light, but were like mud oxen entering the sea, at most only stirring up tiny ripples before being completely annihilated.

Zhang Yangqing didn't even need to take the initiative; the vast energy was merely an unconscious vibration and counter-vibration, like an invisible tsunami, crushing outwards!

The few hidden clan experts who charged at the forefront were sent flying back at an even faster speed than when they came, exploding into clouds of blood mist in mid-air!
The blade and sword energy that attacked from the side were easily shattered by the divine light. The backlash caused the attacker's tiger's mouth to split open, his internal organs to be severely injured, and he collapsed to the ground, spitting out blood.

Even worse, some were pressed to the ground by the omnipresent, heavy pressure, their bones creaking and unable to move. They could only watch helplessly as their companions fell, flew backward, and died tragically like moths to a flame!
Zhang Yangqing didn't even use any sophisticated moves. He simply stood there, releasing a portion of his immense power, and like a tiger among sheep, he carried out a one-sided, efficient, and ruthless harvest.

The hidden clan powerhouses fell one by one like harvested wheat, their severed limbs and blood scattered everywhere, turning this dockside cleanup area into a shocking hellscape.

An intense, overwhelming stench of blood rose into the air, temporarily overpowering the original strange smell of the dock.

Just as Zhang Yangqing had cleared out nearly half of the attackers as easily as chopping melons and vegetables, and the Hidden Clan was suffering heavy casualties and their morale was on the verge of collapse!
"stop."

An aged, calm voice, seemingly imbued with boundless majesty and the vicissitudes of time, boomed across the sky like thunder, instantly drowning out all the noise and screams on the dock.

Before the words had even faded, a figure appeared like a ghost, appearing without warning at the edge of the battlefield, atop a tall, rusty crane.

That's an old man.

He was short and thin, looking as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

He wore a faded gray cloth shirt, a few sparse white hairs hanging on his withered chin, and deep-set eyes that were cloudy and lifeless, as if indifferent to everything in the world.

He stood there with his back slightly hunched and his hands behind his back, creating a stark contrast with the bloody and cruel scene around him.

He looked so ordinary, weak, and even somewhat pitiful.

However, the moment this seemingly frail old man appeared, the entire dock, whether it was the two sides engaged in fierce battle or the laborers watching in fear from afar, felt an indescribable heavy pressure descend from the depths of their souls!

It was as if the weight of the entire world had been concentrated in this area, making even the air thick and viscous, and making it difficult to breathe.

He is Tong Xu, one of the strongest members of the Hidden Clan who oversees this dock!
A truly terrifying being at the Great Perfection of the Half-Saint realm!
A renowned and powerful figure! (End of Chapter)