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

In this underground world where the hierarchical system is as harsh and deeply ingrained as an iron shackle, the price that any person at the bottom has to pay to rebel, or even just to escape, is unimaginable.

Bloody suppression, relentless pursuit, indifference from other forces, and even taking advantage of someone's misfortune.

Every seemingly possible path to survival is fraught with thorns and traps.

Of the thousand miners who tried to escape, perhaps not even one would survive.

Those who ultimately managed to escape and establish themselves were all lucky and ruthless individuals who had survived near-death experiences and already possessed considerable strength.

As for someone like "that person," who not only successfully escaped but also carved out a niche for themselves in the outside world and even became a powerful figure, they are one in ten thousand and can be called a legendary genius!
This is the inherent understanding deeply ingrained in the minds of every grassroots miner.

Therefore, when they chose to follow Zhang Yangqing, their subconscious thought was only, "Maybe the boss has a way to lead us out of this mining area and seek refuge elsewhere." Their wildest fantasy was nothing more than, "Maybe the boss can lead us to a way out."

Who knew this boss would do things completely unpredictably!

He chose not to flee, but to kill!

They didn't kill ordinary guards, but the middle-aged overseer who was high and mighty in their eyes, powerful and in control of their lives!
They are the representatives and henchmen of the Qing Tong family in this region!

It's like a rabbit that's been kept in a cage and whipped every day, suddenly one day it snaps up and bites the keeper holding the whip to death!

No, it's even more outrageous than that!
Because rabbits can't kill people, but Zhang Yangqing not only killed one, but did so so easily and effortlessly, as if brushing dust off his shoulder!
The middle-aged overseer is a boss-level figure in this mining area, capable of easily suppressing any disturbance from the miners and holding the power of life and death over the chips in their minds.

Yet this very man couldn't even withstand a single move from Zhang Yangqing before his head was chopped off as easily as cutting melons and vegetables!
Zhang Yangqing's actions and the strength he displayed were like the most violent thunder, shattering the inherent cognitive barriers of these miners, which were forged by fear and despair!
Especially Eagle Eye Miner, who prided himself on being shrewd, good at reading people and scheming, was still shocked by what he saw. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets, his mind went blank, and only the word "Holy crap" kept flashing across his screen.

At this moment, everyone couldn't help but focus their attention on Zhang Yangqing's back.

The figure wasn't particularly robust; in fact, it appeared somewhat thin due to his long years as a miner.

But at this moment, standing there, it seemed like an unshakeable mountain!

There was not a trace of confusion, hesitation, or lingering fear in his silhouette.

There is only one kind of transcendent, absolute self-confidence.

This confidence is not an arrogant boast, but a deep-seated, seemingly innate certainty.

He was certain that he had done the right thing, certain that he could control everything, and certain that nothing in the way could stop him.

This strong sense of self-confidence spread quietly like invisible ripples, infecting every miner behind him who was still in shock and whose mind was blank.

Looking at that figure from behind, a strange feeling inexplicably rose in their hearts: it seemed that there really was nothing that this boss couldn't do.

Any danger or difficulty that seems insurmountable to them may actually be a minor problem that can be easily solved in his eyes.

Zhang Yangqing killed so many members of the Qing Tong family; logically, he would face a devastating retaliation from the Qing Tong family.

This should have been something that instilled fear and despair in all its followers.

However, looking at Zhang Yangqing's back, which seemed to support the sky of this underground world, and at his indifferent attitude of "so what if I kill him?", the miners' fear of the Qing Tong family faded away without them realizing it.

Instead, an absurd yet gradually clear thought emerged: now, instead of worrying about whether the eldest brother would be retaliated against by the Qing Tong family, why not worry about the Qing Tong family?
With a flick of his wrist, Zhang Yangqing easily shook off the few drops of blood that clung to the holy sword, restoring its crystalline luster.

He casually sheathed his sword and, without turning his head, said to those behind him, "Let's go."

The voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.

Eagle Eye Miner was the first to come to his senses. He swallowed hard, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and quickly replied, "Yes, Boss!" He hurried after Zhang Yangqing, his steps much firmer than before, less of the flattery and unease of the past, and more of the resoluteness that a true follower should have.

Although he was a snobbish and petty person, it was precisely because of this that he was even more confident in his judgment in making bets.

This time, he made the right bet! The man before him was definitely a true dragon capable of overturning the heavens!
The other miners also seemed to awaken from a dream. After looking at each other in disbelief, their eyes gradually ignited with a light that they had never seen before, a light that was a mixture of shock, excitement, and a hint of fanaticism.

Without further hesitation, they followed, walking silently but firmly behind Zhang Yangqing, like a silent torrent gradually gathering.

The road ahead will naturally not be smooth sailing.

The piercing alarm had already sounded, and the other guards from the Qing Tong family stationed in this mining area were pouring in from all directions.

The killing has begun again.

However, this can no longer be called a battle.

It was a one-sided, crushing massacre.

Any Qing Tong family guards who appeared in Zhang Yangqing's field of vision, whether in groups of three or five or attempting to defend a strategic location, would have the same outcome.

Zhang Yangqing didn't even use the Holy Sword; he simply picked up a standard longsword dropped by a guard on the ground, or simply used his bare hands.

His movements were extremely simple, without any unnecessary frills, and every strike hit vital points with unparalleled precision!

The guards, clad in fine armor and wielding sharp weapons, charged forward with shouts, only to collapse moments later, clutching their throats or chests, bewildered and terrified.

Their attacks were like children playing in Zhang Yangqing's eyes; he could easily see through them, dodge them, and then deliver a fatal blow.

It's lethal; a single blow can kill.

No guard could withstand his second move.

Screams, the clash of weapons, and the thuds of corpses falling echoed through the passageway.

Zhang Yangqing's steps did not falter in the slightest. He was like a sophisticated killing machine, leaving behind only a path paved with the corpses of the Qing Tong family guards wherever he went.

No one can stop him!

Truly unstoppable!
The sirens grew increasingly shrill, sounding more like a dirge for the massacre.

As Zhang Yangqing led the "torrent" behind him through a huge prison area holding even more miners, countless eyes were watching them intently from behind the thick iron bars on both sides.

Those were even more desperate miners.

They had heard the commotion, screams, and sounds of killing outside, and now they were huddled around the fence, their eyes filled with disbelief, astonishment, and the faintest glimmer of hope in their depths.

He stared intently at Zhang Yangqing and his fellow citizens behind him, who were clearly now free and armed.

Thin, dirty, and scarred hands reached out from the gaps in the fence, waving and scratching at the air silently, as if trying to grasp this sudden ray of light that might change their fate.

Their eyes, like those of drowning people clutching at a last straw, were filled with pleading and longing.

Take us away! Save us!
This is what they truly feel.

Zhang Yangqing's steps finally came to a stop here. (End of this chapter)