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

The passenger in sunglasses paused for a moment, then laughed.

It's the kind of laughter that comes from being amused.

He scanned the carriage, his gaze sweeping over the woman in gray, the woman in white, and the old man in a suit, before finally settling on Zhang Yangqing: "Danger? Where is the danger?"

His tone was full of disdain and sarcasm.

His formidable strength is what he relies on.

Before he could finish speaking...

Snapped!
A hard slap landed squarely on his face!

The sunglasses flew off, tracing an arc in the air before landing in the aisle.

The passenger in sunglasses was completely dumbfounded.

He covered his face, black blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his vision blurred, and his mind was buzzing.

He looked up at the fake ticket seller in front of him.

A smile was on that face.

A devilish smile.

Even if he didn't see clearly who hit him, he could guess who it was.

Zhang Yangqing said indifferently, "Whether you guessed it or not, I am dangerous."

Inside the carriage, there was a deathly silence.

The mouthless creature stared wide-eyed eerily; if it had a mouth, it would definitely be agape in an "O" shape right now.

Holy crap?

This guy used to just fool people, but now he's openly robbing us?

A master is a master!

The expressions on the faces of the woman in gray, the woman in white, and the old man in a suit were priceless.

The woman in gray covered her mouth, trying her best not to make a sound, but her eyes were full of relief. Luckily, she had paid the fare, otherwise they would be the ones getting beaten up now!

The woman in the white dress gripped the box in her pocket tightly, silently chanting to herself: "It's good to have paid, it's good to have paid, this money was worth it!"
The old man in the suit wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and silently gave himself a mental pat on the back: It was a wise move to pay the money earlier!

The other two new passengers who boarded the bus, the one wearing an eye mask and the one whose hair covered their eyes, were also stunned.

They were sitting there, unconcerned, waiting to see what would happen.

In their opinion, the fake ticket seller was definitely asking for trouble.

Instead of seeing any excitement, all we witnessed was a ticket seller slapping a passenger wearing sunglasses, leaving him stunned.

Both of them were stunned, not knowing what they were thinking.

The audience outside the giant screen in China were laughing their heads off. These weirdos didn't even know the danger?
On the sightseeing bus, the driver didn't care at all and was focused on smoking and driving.

The passenger in sunglasses covered his face, looking at the guy in front of him, feeling like a million grass mud horses were galloping through his mind.

With his extraordinary strength, he had dominated this area for decades, yet today he was defeated by a counterfeit.
He was unconvinced. Given his cultivation level and his ruthlessness, he was essentially a fearless and ruthless character.

He quietly observed his surroundings, beginning to plan his kill and escape route.

There are doors at the front, windows at the back, an aisle on the left, and a passageway on the right.
He had barely entertained this thought when Zhang Yangqing waved his hand dismissively.

"Whoosh!"

Countless black and gold talismans appeared out of thin air, like a net covering the entire carriage!

The windows, doors, ceiling, and floor were covered with countless runes, shimmering with an eerie light that enveloped the entire carriage.

Those talismans exuded a chilling aura, as if touching them would instantly seal one away.

The passenger in sunglasses turned completely pale.

He discovered that the carriage was locked.

There was nowhere to escape.

Zhang Yangqing withdrew his hand and looked at him provocatively: "Go ahead and do it, I didn't stop you."

The passenger in sunglasses stood motionless, his face grim.

It's not that he doesn't want to move, it's that he's afraid to move.

Besides the escape route, there must also be a simulation of the attack on Zhang Yangqing.

In that instant, he had already simulated five hundred different combat methods in his mind: frontal assault, flanking attack, evasive maneuver, feint attack, and so on.

Every single one of them ends in death, without exception. The fake ticket seller's abilities are unfathomable.

Seeing that he didn't move and still looked unconvinced, Zhang Yangqing laughed.

He stepped forward and brought his neck close to the sunglasses-wearing passenger: "Come on, I'll give you a chance, do it."

The passenger in sunglasses clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.

But he still didn't move.

Zhang Yangqing tilted his head, seemingly finding it amusing.

He reached down and untied the rag-wrapped object at his waist, revealing a section of the sword hilt.

This is a holy sword found in the underground human world.

Zhang Yangqing shoved the sword into the sunglasses passenger's hand: "Judging from your appearance, you're a weapon cultivator, right? Don't you have a weapon? Here, this thing is very sharp; it can cut off my head in one go."

The passenger wearing sunglasses gripped the sword hilt, his hand trembling.

It wasn't fear, it was anger. At this moment, no one wanted to tear Zhang Yangqing to pieces more than him.

He was also puzzled as to how Zhang Yangqing could tell that he was a weapon cultivator.

Zhang Yangqing stood aside nonchalantly: "I'll give you three seconds, three."

The passenger in sunglasses began to breathe heavily.

"two."

He gripped the sword hilt tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"one."

Zhang Yangqing looked at him with a smile, even tilting her head back slightly to fully expose her neck.

The passenger in sunglasses remained motionless.

Zhang Yangqing reached out, pulled the sword back from his hand, wrapped it again in the rag, and tied it back to his waist.

Then, he grabbed the sunglasses-wearing passenger's head with one hand and shoved him violently, as if grinding his dignity into the ground: "I gave you a chance, but you were useless!"

Inside the carriage, everyone was stunned.

The woman in gray's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

That was one of the three powerful and eerie creatures that just got on the bus!

That chill, that oppressive feeling, was clearly a whole level stronger than theirs!

The results of it?
He was stunned by a slap, dared not fight back even when a sword was shoved into his hand, and was finally humiliated by having his head grabbed.

This is practically the same as standing on his head and pooping.

You don't even dare to fight back?

The woman in the white dress was completely relieved, and even wanted to laugh a little. It turned out that the great god had been quite polite to them.

The viewers outside the giant screen in China were beyond words with their comments:
I burst out laughing when they pulled my hair! Zhang Tianshi's skill at humiliating people is top-notch!
Zhang Tianshi: Do you have the strength to fight me, Zhang Huaqiang?
In the world of ghost stories, I have never seen a strange creature that doesn't give Zhang Tianshi any face.

It has to be said that, faced with a terrifying figure like Zhang Tianshi, the fact that the eerie man in sunglasses didn't immediately kneel down and beg for mercy shows he has a lot of backbone.

You know what, you really have to admit, this kid actually has guts!
The passenger wearing sunglasses slumped in his seat, his face alternating between pale and flushed.

He lost, lost completely.

It wasn't just a crushing defeat in terms of strength, but also a mental torment.

This fake ticket seller could have easily killed him, but instead he chose to humiliate him.

But what's most terrifying is that he can't even muster the thought of revenge.

Because every time he tried to simulate a counterattack, the result was the same. He wasn't afraid of dying, but dying without any suspense was indeed unnecessary.

Zhang Yangqing released his head and said, "Alright, sit down and pay the money."

The passenger in sunglasses remained silent, then pulled out a handful of black crystals from his pocket and handed them over with both hands.

This was his last act of integrity; he paid the money sitting down instead of kneeling.

Perhaps he was just trying to comfort himself.

Zhang Yangqing took it, didn't even look at it, and casually put it in his pocket.

Then he turned and walked toward the next passenger.

The one wearing the blindfold. (End of Chapter)