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

At this moment, the atmosphere in front of the magnificent main hall of the Qing Tong family was unusually solemn.

The stench of blood and the pervasive evil in the air created an eerie contrast with the original solemnity and spiritual atmosphere of the main hall.

A strange consciousness controlled Zhang Yangqing's body, making him stand there arrogantly, as if he were the master of this place.

It's important to know that when strange creatures appear, they possess instinctive combat experience and innate skills.

It craves battle and desires to devour the strong to strengthen itself!

The old fellow sitting on the throne, exuding an aura as deep as the ocean, was, in its eyes, a tempting tonic!

The supernatural has absolutely no taboo against 'eating people'.

Faced with this blatant provocation and the enormous threat posed by the intruder, some of the most loyal, hot-tempered, or eager-to-show-off strongmen in the hall couldn't hold back any longer.

"Insolence! Where did this evil spirit come from, daring to act so wildly in front of the clan leader!"

"Take him!"

"Go together!"

Seven or eight figures roared and pounced out from both sides!
There were burly men wielding heavy swords, assassins with unpredictable movements, and elders skilled in ranged magic.

Most of them were at the One Step to Heaven Realm. When they attacked at the same time, their power was extraordinary. Various spiritual lights intertwined, sealing off all the strange consciousness's escape space, determined to kill it in one fell swoop!

However, the eerie consciousness merely grinned, revealing an even more sinister smile.

"Bloodthirsty Raging Waves!"

It let out a low roar, and the semi-monstrous power within its body surged wildly, instantly unleashing a thick, tangible blood-red aura around its body!
This malevolent aura, carrying intense corrosiveness and mental impact, met the oncoming attack head-on.

At the same time, its figure flashed a few times at an illogical, almost teleporting speed.

"Pfft!"

"what!"

A series of short, muffled thuds and screams rang out almost simultaneously!

Blood splattered, and severed limbs flew everywhere!

The seven or eight powerful members of the Qing Tong family who rushed up were as if they had crashed into an invisible wall covered with spikes; their attacks were easily corroded and disintegrated.

They themselves were instantly struck and torn apart by the ghostly figure of the eerie consciousness and its terrifying, corrosive attack!
In just one exchange, seven or eight mutilated corpses lay on the ground, their faces quickly altered by the blood-red aura!

A collective gasp filled the hall!
The two key members who had just been vying to volunteer and vowing to quell the rebellion in "ten minutes" and "five minutes" were now pale-faced, instinctively taking a half step back, their eyes filled with horror.

They were all top performers in the One Step to Heaven realm, and they thought highly of themselves. But when they witnessed their colleague being so easily killed, their arrogance was instantly extinguished, leaving only their most instinctive fear and rationality.

This bizarre creature in front of them is definitely beyond their capabilities! Going up against it would be suicide!

Faced with the terrifying power and undisguised killing intent displayed by the strange consciousness, the Qing Tong clan chief, sitting high on the throne, still maintained his dignified and indifferent demeanor, and even his eyes did not show much fluctuation.

He slowly raised his eyelids, his gaze like a cold, sharp sword piercing the eerie consciousness.

“Interesting. I never expected that a genius like you could be born in the mining area of ​​my Qing Tong family. Young man, don’t be so hot-tempered.”

The Qing Tong clan chief spoke, his voice calm yet carrying the composure and unquestionable authority of someone long accustomed to a high position.

He paused, his tone taking on a hint of coaxing and negotiation: "How about we talk about cooperation? You killed some people, all of whom were my clansmen, but if you're willing, the past can be wiped clean. With your strength, plus the foundation of my Qing Tong family, it's not impossible for us to join forces and rule the entire underworld."

The Qing Tong clan chief's inner thoughts were cold and calculating: this strange fellow's rebellion was nothing more than for power, status, and resources.

I can give you all of these!
If we can win him over, a powerful fighter at the Celestial Realm level is far more valuable than those useless clansmen who died!

As for hatred? In the face of family interests and development, personal feelings and hatred can be temporarily set aside.

If we can truly cooperate with him, annex other families such as Bai Ying and Huang Jin, and even unify the underworld, that would be an unprecedented achievement for me, the Qing Tong Clan Chief!
In any case, keep him calm first, find out his needs and bottom line. Everyone has desires and can be bought off!
This is the kind of problem a clan leader should be considering. However, Clan Leader Qing Tong completely miscalculated.

The bizarre consciousness doesn't care about power, status, or world domination.

At this moment, it was simply a mad dog that Zhang Yangqing had let roam freely, a pure warrior with only the instinct to fight, kill, and devour to become stronger in its mind.

Moreover, it is essentially Zhang Yangqing's "dog" now, so what autonomy does it have?

It bites whoever its owner tells it to bite, and kills whoever its owner tells it to kill!

"Stop talking nonsense! Take this!"

The eerie consciousness had no interest in listening to the Qing Tong clan chief's grand plans; it only felt that the old man was being long-winded and was interfering with its enjoyment of battle and devouring.

Before the words were even finished, it had already transformed into a blood-red afterimage, carrying a fierce and malevolent aura, and rushed straight towards the Qing Tong Clan Chief on the high platform!
With a single punch, a strange, pitch-black energy condensed on the fist, corroding the air and causing it to hiss!
Boom!!!

Chief Qing Tong clearly hadn't expected that this guy would completely ignore advice and not play by the rules.

The enormous bone throne he sat on, along with a large area of ​​the ground around it, exploded with a deafening roar under the violent punch of the eerie consciousness!

Fragments of rock mixed with bone fragments and turbulent energy flowed everywhere, filling the air with smoke and dust!

However, amidst the smoke and dust, the eerie, scarlet left eye of the consciousness slightly narrowed.

It struck only a rapidly dissipating afterimage.

The true form of the Qing Tong clan chief had appeared three zhang away from the side of the high platform at some unknown time, still standing with his hands behind his back, his robes not even slightly disheveled.

A knowing look and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

Chief Qing Tong judged in his heart: Sure enough, his mind was confused and he was bloodthirsty. He was not like a normal person, but more like he was controlled by some kind of evil magic or possessed by a strange creature.

Such beings, though powerful and fearless, often lack discipline and true combat wisdom. Once their tactics are figured out, they are not difficult to deal with.

The ensuing battle confirmed Chief Qing Tong's judgment.

The eerie consciousness was like a mad beast, launching wave after wave of attacks with ruthless and bizarre moves, completely disregarding its own defense and seeking only to inflict damage.

Blood-red malevolent energy, corrosive black light, and eerie mental shocks emerged one after another, leaving the solid spirit stone floor and walls of the main hall pitted and uneven, with fragments of stone and decorations constantly falling off, and the entire hall rumbling and trembling.

The other key members and disciples inside the main hall had already retreated to a corner in fear of being caught in the crossfire.

The Qing Tong clan chief, however, strolled around as if taking a leisurely walk.

His movements were elusive, always managing to evade the most ferocious attacks of the eerie consciousness by the slightest margin.

His counterattacks were infrequent, but each strike was precise and ruthless, targeting the slightest flaws in the transitions between the strange consciousness attacks or the nodes in the energy flow.

Often, just as the strange consciousness's violent attack missed its mark, the Qing Tong clan chief's palm strike or finger strike would already be upon it, forcing it to hastily change its moves or withstand the attack head-on, making it appear extremely disheveled.

On the surface, the Qing Tong clan chief seemed to be suppressed by the storm of attacks from the strange consciousness and was "retreating step by step," but in reality, he had a long breath, a calm look in his eyes, and not a single scratch on his body.

He was like a seasoned hunter, patiently observing, exhausting, and searching for the prey's most fatal weakness.

"The strength is acceptable, but the application is crude."

"Although the malevolent energy is fierce, it is not pure."

"The speed is good, but the variety is lacking."

"This 'Blood Soul Claw' move is interesting, but it lacks staying power."

The Qing Tong clan chief even calmly dealt with the situation while commenting on the strange consciousness's moves, his tone as composed as a senior instructing a junior, but in reality, it was an extreme psychological attack and tactical disruption.

The more the eerie consciousness fought, the more frustrated and enraged it became! (End of Chapter)