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

Zhang Yangqing walked to the entrance of the VIP area and glanced at the situation inside.

The mouthless figure strangely held his son, surrounded by people from the casino.

The little boy nestled in his father's arms, his small body trembling slightly, but he didn't cry or make a sound; he just clung tightly to his father's collar.

The mouthless creature stared at Zhang Yangqing with a strange look in its eyes, as if asking: What should we do?
Zhang Yangqing didn't rush to speak. Instead, he first looked at the little boy, then at the mouthless monster, and finally at the copper-skinned monster, casually asking, "What happened?"

Copper Skin, as if he had found a backer, immediately spoke up, his tone full of disdain and anger: "This guy cheated! We finally won a half-hour game, and then he said we could only leave after a best-of-five series, and he wanted to continue! What is this if not cheating?"

The middle-aged demon stood up, his tone arrogant: "I keep my promise. You won, and I released the child from the contract. But how can you leave after winning just once? There are rules here."

Copper Skin exploded in a bizarre rage, pointing at the middle-aged demon's nose and cursing, "Go to hell! You didn't mention the rules when you came, but you did now that you've lost! Stop pretending to be a cheat!"

The middle-aged demon's face turned completely cold, and a cold glint flashed in his blue eyes: "We've always had this rule here, it's not a new one. And you better watch your mouth, don't force me to take action."

The two gave their own versions of events, and neither could convince the other.

Their eyes were all on Zhang Yangqing, as if waiting for his judgment.

After all, Zhang Yangqing's initial purpose was to resolve their conflicts.

He didn't care about the strangeness of the copper skin; he believed Zhang Yangqing was "one of their own."

The middle-aged demon was not in a hurry, after all, this was his territory, and he had plenty of trump cards up his sleeve.

Zhang Yangqing didn't rush to speak. He walked over, bent down, and patted the little boy's head.

The little boy looked up at him, his eyes red, but he didn't cry.

Zhang Yangqing's hand lingered on the little boy's head for a moment, then he withdrew it, straightened up, and looked at the middle-aged demon.

"It seems the contract has really been dissolved." He said calmly.

The middle-aged demon snorted and raised his chin slightly: "Of course, I will never go back on my word."

Zhang Yangqing nodded, his gaze sweeping over the thugs around him, the powerful figures hidden in the shadows, and the gamblers huddled in the corners.

Then he spoke, his voice not loud, but everyone could hear him clearly: "Actually, what you said makes sense. Casinos have their own rules."

Upon hearing this, many people around were stunned.

The expressions of the Mouthless Eerie and the Copper-Skinned Eerie changed simultaneously; they thought Zhang Yangqing had betrayed them.

The middle-aged demon's eyes lit up, and a smug smile appeared on his lips: "I knew it, there are still some reasonable people out there."

At that moment, Zhang Yangqing's tone suddenly changed: "But I also have my own rules."

The middle-aged demon was taken aback: "What rules?"

He was unaware that disaster was about to befall him.

Zhang Yangqing's smile deepened: "My rule is that I don't like to follow other people's rules."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved it.

An invisible wave spread out from Zhang Yangqing's palm. The wave was not wind, not air, and not any known form of energy.

It's like a higher-dimensional force, a law that transcends this world.

Wherever the fluctuations passed, space began to distort, light began to bend, and air began to solidify.

It was a bizarre law of absolute hatred and absolute evil.

It does not belong to this world, or rather, it belongs to the deepest, darkest, and most indescribable part of this world.

The lights in the casino dimmed briefly, then came back on.

But everyone sensed that something had changed.

An inexplicable sense of oppression filled the air, as if an invisible giant hand had descended from the sky, enveloping the entire casino. The middle-aged demon's expression instantly changed; he felt that power, that irresistible, all-encompassing pressure.

He wanted to resist, to escape, to call for help, but his body wouldn't move.

His limbs seemed to be nailed to the spot, his throat felt like it was being choked, and his consciousness began to blur, dissipate, and collapse.

He stared wide-eyed at Zhang Yangqing, and fear finally appeared in those blue eyes.

The two men in black behind him were also unable to move.

Their bodies began to tremble and contort, as if being torn apart from the inside by something.

Cracks appeared on their skin, from which black light shone, and then with a 'bang,' they exploded into pieces.

Those powerful cultivators at the Celestial Realm hidden among the crowd were also not spared.

They tried to unleash their power to resist the erosion of that law, but they found that their power was like ants facing a flood, utterly powerless in the face of that law.

Their bodies began to disintegrate, peeling away layer by layer from limbs to torso, from skin to bones, turning into ashes and dissipating into the air.

Even the strong were wiped out like cannon fodder.

The thugs in the casino, the waiters surrounding the mouthless and eerie figure, and the demons lurking in the shadows—one by one, they fell and disappeared.

The bodies of more than ten people began to twist, deform, and disintegrate, from existence to non-existence, from reality to illusion, from being to not being being.

That power was so terrifying that everyone present didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

They stared blankly at the powerful figures who had been wiped out.

They were just wiped out so easily? Without even a chance to resist?
Demons can devour strangely released energy, but they cannot devour strange energy that they cannot control.

Zhang Yangqing was using a strange law of the Saint Realm.

Even if it's not a complete simulation, but only a slight sense of the realm, it's still incomprehensible in this world.

It's like a savior's weapon, capable of crushing the world; one person can wipe out the demon race.

For them, Zhang Yangqing's level of bizarre power was like an ant trying to devour the sun—they had no way to get close, let alone even get a foothold.

The entire casino fell into a deathly silence.

Zhang Yangqing withdrew his hand: "What are you standing there for? Let's go."

With that, he walked out of the casino first.

Nobody dared to stop him.

The casino staff who were still alive huddled in a corner, heads bowed, not daring to breathe.

Those gamblers wished they could disappear into a crack in the wall, afraid of being noticed.

When Zhang Yangqing walked past them, they didn't even have the courage to look up.

The mouthless woman, holding her son strangely, quickly followed.

Copper Skin walked at the back, his legs feeling weak, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to keep going.

He recalled his previous schemes, his plans to use others to kill, and his desire to make Zhang Yangqing and the demon race both suffer heavy losses, and a chill ran down his spine.

He thought he was very clever, that he could profit from it, and that he would be the ultimate winner.

And what was the result? The demons had no chance of mutually damaging each other with Zhang Yangqing. They were too quick to even be killed instantly.

It turns out that when Zhang Yangqing killed the three bosses at the gate at the beginning, it wasn't because of any restraint or trickery, but simply because of his overwhelming strength.

So powerful that it defies reason, so powerful that it needs no justification. (End of Chapter)