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

Eagle Eye Miner was quick-witted. While keeping up with Zhang Yangqing, he was still trying to imagine: perhaps there was a secret exit ahead that the foreman didn't know about?
Or does the eldest brother have a way to temporarily lull the supervisor into a false sense of security, and then suddenly launch an attack?
Or perhaps he obtained some key token that allows him to leave under the guise of an order?

However, all his guesses were wrong.

Zhang Yangqing had no intention of leading them to escape from here.

His plan was simple, direct, and even more insane.

Soon, they arrived at the relatively open cave platform outside the mine entrance.

Ahead, at the entrance to the passage leading to the miners' prison area inside the Qing Tong family, five people were already waiting there.

The leader was the middle-aged foreman with a cold expression and sharp eyes.

Behind him stood four imposing Qing Tong family guards, each with specially made weapons and control instruments hanging from their waists.

The middle-aged overseer was clearly just going through the motions, preparing to take stock of the returning miners, inspect the ore, and then lock these "slave miners" back in their cages.

In his eyes, these miners were nothing more than walking tools and resources, and his duty was to extract their maximum value while preventing them from escaping or rebelling.

Seeing the miners return in a group, the middle-aged overseer felt something was amiss, because the 'punished son' from the family had not yet appeared.

There might have been some delay, but since they were one of our own, we could just warn them later. The middle-aged supervisor frowned, but didn't pay much attention.

His gaze swept across the crowd, finally landing on Zhang Yangqing, who was walking at the front and holding a long, rectangular object casually wrapped in rags.

What are you holding in your hand?

The middle-aged foreman asked in an unfriendly tone, with his usual reprimanding and scrutinizing manner.

Concealing items without authorization is a serious crime for miners.

The reason he didn't take action was because he felt that since the miner hadn't hidden anything, and had just taken it, it probably wouldn't be a big deal.

Zhang Yangqing stopped and faced the middle-aged foreman. His face was expressionless as he casually said, "It is said to be the holy sword left behind by the savior who destroyed the demon race. I found it deep in the No. 7 mining area."

As he spoke, as if to prove he wasn't lying, he casually tore open the tattered cloth covering the package.

In an instant, the holy sword's crystal-clear, radiant blade was exposed to the air!

Although the light had been contained, the extraordinary nature of its material and the faint aura of law it exuded still instantly attracted everyone's attention!
A sense of purity, vastness, and majesty, so incongruous with the filthy underground, permeated the air.

The middle-aged foreman's pupils suddenly contracted!
The indifference and disdain on his face were instantly replaced by extreme shock and greed!

As the overseer of the Qing Tong family, he may have limited knowledge, but he knew all too well what the words "savior" and "holy sword" meant!

This is an amazing treasure that could change the fate of a person, or even a family!

"Good! Good! Good!"

The middle-aged foreman said "good" three times in a row, his breathing became rapid, and his eyes gleamed.

"Quick! Give it to me! This is an important family asset! You've done a great service! I recommend you—no, I'll promote you directly to the position of Charioteer! No, to an even higher position! Give me the sword!"

As he spoke, he impatiently reached out and grabbed the blade of the Holy Sword, trying to snatch it from Zhang Yangqing's hand.

In his mind, the sword was already the Qing Tong family's possession, and he would be satisfied with just a little reward for the discoverer.

However, when he pulled hard, the sword did not budge.

Zhang Yangqing's hand was as steady as a rock.

The middle-aged foreman was taken aback, a look of surprise flashing across his face before turning into anger.

He increased his strength, even using some of his cultivation, and his face turned red from straining, but the sword seemed to be rooted to the spot in Zhang Yangqing's hand.

The middle-aged overseer, feeling humiliated, shouted angrily, "You bastard! What are you doing? Let go! Do you want to disobey orders? Do you want to die? Hand over the sword now! Otherwise, I'll make you wish you were dead!" The four guards behind him also sensed something was wrong, their hands on their weapons, their auras locking onto Zhang Yangqing.

The miners around them were on tenterhooks, barely daring to breathe.

Eagle Eye Miner was sweating profusely, unable to understand why his boss was being stubborn at this crucial moment.

Looking at the middle-aged foreman's face, twisted with greed and anger, and listening to his threatening words, Zhang Yangqing's face showed a genuine, undisguised expression of doubt, as if he had heard an extremely stupid question: "Don't you have a brain?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the silent cave.

Zhang Yangqing brandished the holy sword in his hand: "With this in my possession, do you think I'd be afraid of you? Afraid of the Qing Tong family behind you?"

Before the words were even finished, a flash of sword light appeared!
Fast! Faster than anyone could react!
The anger and greed on the middle-aged foreman's face were still frozen, and a glint of light was reflected in his pupils.

The next instant, he felt a chill on his neck, and his vision began to spin and fall uncontrollably!
"Pfft."

A head rolled to the ground, its face still bearing an expression of disbelief and astonishment.

The headless corpse swayed, splattering blood, and slowly collapsed.

quiet!
Deathly silence!

The remaining four guards were stunned for a moment, but being guards, they were quick to react.

Almost instinctively, one of the guards pulled out the control device from his waist—a device specifically designed to remotely detonate or punish the chip in the miner's brain—and pressed the most prominent red button on it hard, aiming it at Zhang Yangqing!
His face was contorted with fear and rage, eagerly anticipating the sight of the audacious miner screaming in agony, bleeding from all seven orifices, and dying!
One time, there was no response.

Twice, Zhang Yangqing looked at him calmly.

Three times, four times.
The guard frantically pressed the buttons repeatedly, and the instrument beeped to indicate "command sent," but Zhang Yangqing didn't even flinch, let alone scream.

Looking at the guard's panicked, terrified, and confused expression, Zhang Yangqing finally couldn't help but let out a cold, mocking smile.
"Looks like you're just as brainless as him. Do you think that thing will still be of any use to me after I've made this move?"

His tone was calm, yet it was like the sharpest icicle, piercing through the guard's last shred of hope.

The next second, Zhang Yangqing moved.

There are no fancy moves, just the simplest thrusts, slashes, and sweeps.

The holy sword in his hand seemed to come alive, transforming into a beam of deathly light.

"laugh!"

"puff!"

"Ugh!"

The sword flashed, and flesh and blood were torn apart.

The four guards couldn't even muster a decent resistance before they fell dead like straws cut by a sickle.

Their armor and weapons were like paper before the holy sword that contained the law of light.

The entire cave platform fell into absolute silence once again.

Only a strong smell of blood began to spread rapidly.

Hawkeye the miner, and the forty-odd miners behind him, were all dumbfounded, as if petrified, staring blankly at the bloody, shocking, and completely beyond their comprehension scene before them.

They were still worried about how to explain to the overseer, still guessing what the boss had up his sleeve, and still uneasy about the punishment of returning empty-handed.

Now, all the worries, speculations, and anxieties have transformed into a single, absurd, yet undeniably real question mark, crashing into their bewildered minds:
Ah? ? ?
So the boss wasn't leading us to "escape" from here after all!
This is fucking outright killing?! (End of Chapter)