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

According to the rules of Yudu, when a BOSS dies, a new BOSS will be born in the area.

But this time, the new BOSS ran away.

With no boss to maintain order in the area, the balance of the entire North District began to crumble.

The lower-level monsters on the street became restless, and some previously well-behaved mid-level monsters also began to stir.

Logically speaking, bosses from other areas would take the opportunity to divide up their territory.

But something even stranger happened: no one in the North District dared to take over territory now, because the bosses in other areas were too busy hiding to dare to come to the North District and risk their lives.

The mysterious powerhouse is killing the BOSS for fun, and you're going to throw your life away?
In a secluded alley in the east of the city, two lowly and eerie figures squatted in a corner, chatting in hushed tones.

"Dude, did you hear? The North District BOSS got scared away!" a strange-looking guy with two mouths whispered, his tone filled with the excitement of watching a good show.

"Nonsense, the whole of Yudu knows! What do you suggest we do? I heard that guy can kill anyone in an instant, it's terrifying!" Another strange creature covered in scales began to worry about its safety, whether it would be targeted and killed.

Two mouths gave a strange chuckle: "What are you afraid of! That guy is probably a powerful expert who specializes in hunting Celestial Realm bosses. At our level, we wouldn't even kill him if he offered us a free kill. What are you afraid of?"

Scales thought about it for a moment and felt it made sense: "That's true. Only the big bosses are valuable. People won't even bother to look at us little shrimps. We can eat and drink as we please. If the sky falls, those with higher cultivation will hold it up."

The two mouths nodded strangely, exchanged a smile, and continued to squat in the corner to watch the excitement.

They chatted casually, but a strange person with high cultivation level next to them was sweating profusely.

He has already reached the peak of his mastery, and is only one step away from the Celestial Realm.

He used to look forward to breaking through and becoming the big boss.

Now he just wants to keep a low profile, to be as low profile as possible, and to avoid being noticed by that killing god.

He prayed silently in his heart: You can't see me, you can't see me, you can't see me.
Similar conversations are taking place in various corners of the North District.

Low-level weirdness doesn't matter, anyway, even if the sky falls, it won't hit them.

The medium-sized eerie creature began to keep a low profile, afraid of being targeted as a "potential BOSS".

The more advanced forms of the supernatural simply shut themselves in their rooms, some even starting to pack their bags, preparing to flee.

Zhang Yangqing, the "mastermind" behind all of this, was completely unaware of this matter.

He was just about to go to the casino when he casually killed a few blind, strange creatures.

He didn't even remember what those guys looked like, nor did he care about their cultivation levels.

So what if he's killed? When someone's cultivation level is high enough, to Zhang Yangqing, an opponent at the Celestial Realm is no different from an ordinary person.

He didn't know that the person he casually killed was the new BOSS of the North District.

Little did he know that his actions had thrown the entire North District into a state of panic, even causing the new BOSS to flee overnight.

He simply led a group of people and continued deeper into Broken Bone Street.

At this moment, the blond-haired weirdo followed the copper-skinned weirdo to the area he ruled, the West District.

The West District is a relatively luxurious area of ​​the city. In the past, the people living here were the so-called upper class, so the resources and infrastructure were relatively good.

Villas, high-rise buildings, and even some ancient buildings, despite the erosion of time and strange damage, still faintly reveal their former glory.

Back then, the boss of the West District put in a lot of effort to organize this area.

The streets are wider than those in the North District, with neat stone slabs paving the road. Although the buildings on both sides are twisted, you can still see the exquisite carvings and reliefs.

Copper Skin walked ahead strangely, with large strides, each step carrying an arrogant "this is my territory" attitude.

His back was ramrod straight, his chin slightly raised, and his eyes no longer held the submissive and honest demeanor he had shown in front of Zhang Yangqing; instead, they held a condescending arrogance.

Those eyes were filled with the message, "I am the master of this place." The blond-haired man followed behind him strangely, head down, carefully maintaining a distance of three steps.

He dared not get too close, nor dared to stay too far away.

Huang Mao knew perfectly well that Tong Pi had been holding back his anger towards Zhang Yangqing for the past few days.

Now that he's back on his own turf, that anger is starting to boil over.

The blond-haired guy was surprisingly sensible; he didn't say a word and just silently followed.

Copper Skin eerily entered the most central building in the villa area, a three-story European-style villa with dark red exterior walls covered in vines.

Two guards stood at the door. When they saw Copper Skin return strangely, they immediately straightened up and shouted in unison, "Boss!"

Copper Skin didn't respond at all, not even glancing at them, and walked straight inside.

A friendly underling came out to greet him, a broad smile on his face, and asked solicitously, "Boss, you're back? Where have you been these past few days? The brothers were all very worried about you."

This was just out of concern, but the words were left unsaid.

Copper Skin suddenly raised his hand and slapped his underling in the chest.

The younger brother's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing through the wall behind him, and rubble and dust rained down.

He fell to the ground more than ten meters away, spitting out a mouthful of black blood. A large part of his chest caved in, and he had broken countless ribs.

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask, understand?"

The copper-coated man's eerie voice wasn't loud, but every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a chilling killing intent.

The underling struggled to his feet from the rubble, trembling all over, too afraid to look up, his voice hoarse: "Boss, I was wrong."

Copper Skin gave him a strange look, said nothing more, and turned to walk into the depths of the villa.

The blond-haired man stood eerily at the doorway, watching his underling stagger to his feet and slowly move away, supporting himself against the wall. A chill ran down his spine.

This is the true face of the Copper-Skinned Strangeman. In front of Zhang Yangqing, he is the honest and unassuming Copper-Skinned Strangeman; here, he is a tyrant who has the final say.

He followed the copper-clad figure eerily into the villa, through a long, winding corridor, like a maze, until the two of them finally arrived at a huge iron gate.

Copper Skin strangely pulled a black key from his pocket, inserted it into the lock, and turned it three times.

The iron gate slowly opened, revealing a huge secret room.

The walls are inlaid with luminous crystals, illuminating the entire space.

The shelves around the room were filled with all sorts of treasures: crystals, weapons, armor, ancient scrolls, and unknown magical artifacts, each radiating powerful energy fluctuations.

Copper Skin walked strangely to the innermost stone platform and picked up a fist-sized energy crystal from it.

The crystal was entirely black, with red light patterns flowing inside, like a burning flame solidified within.

The energy fluctuations it emitted were extremely peculiar; they were neither eerie nor human, but rather an ancient and domineering power that the blond-haired man had never experienced before.

Copper Skin looked at the crystal in his hand with a strange expression. He had found it in an ancient ruin and had been reluctant to use it.

But now, he needs a substantial bargaining chip to get the middle-aged demon to accept the bet.

Then, he would use Zhang Yangqing to deal with those demons.

To kill someone with a borrowed knife is to kill two birds with one stone.

He told himself that he couldn't get away with it without paying a price.

Copper Skin carefully put away the crystal, then turned and left the secret chamber. (End of Chapter)