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

The Holy Sword felt different in Zhang Yangqing's hands.

It felt as if the Holy Sword was actively approaching Zhang Yangqing, wanting to gain his approval and to have him use it.

Unlike the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes, she needs the power of the Holy Sword and its approval.

If Huang Mao were here, he would definitely realize one thing: this holy sword is like a woman. The more you ignore her, the more devoted she becomes to you. The more you need her, the less she takes you seriously.

The holy sword in Zhang Yangqing's hand was glowing; the light was not dazzling, but it was too bright to look directly at.

The female dean's pupils contracted sharply as she instinctively felt fear, because the last time she felt the holy sword radiate such light was in 'that man's' hands.

Zhang Yangqing, carrying his sword, stepped into the spatial turbulence.

The fragments danced around him, the tentacles, claws, and eyeless faces tried to get close to him, but before they could even touch the hem of his clothes, they turned to ashes.

His pace was slow, but each step landed on a node of spatial turbulence, as if he were walking on an invisible road.

As Zhang Yangqing walked, he pointed at the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes and said casually, "In this chaotic space, she seems to have no weaknesses, but in fact there are eighteen attack lines that could hit her, while the other three thousand or so lines are ineffective."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes lit up: "So, does that mean we just need to cover all eighteen attack lines?"

Zhang Yangqing nodded, then shook his head: "Yes, but there's a better way, which is spatial correction."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes brightened even more: "Big brother is amazing! He can even do spatial correction!"

The female dean also became nervous; she knew that this was indeed the best solution.

Spatial correction means directly correcting this disordered space and getting everything back on track.

There are people who can do this, but each one is someone she can't afford to offend.

She stared at Zhang Yangqing, sensing danger for the first time.

The danger didn't come from his strength; she couldn't even sense that Zhang Yangqing had any strength at all.

Zhang Yangqing stood there, like an ordinary person, an ordinary person with no cultivation, no aura, and nothing at all.

But it was precisely this "absence" that made her tremble from the depths of her soul.

The female dean was puzzled. This guy hadn't shown any strength at all, so what was going on? Was he hiding his aura? Or did he simply not have an aura at all? Or...?
Zhang Yangqing walked to the center of the spatial turbulence and stopped.

Just when the two women thought Zhang Yangqing could use spatial manipulation, Zhang Yangqing said, "Huh? I just said that spatial manipulation is the best way, but I don't know how."

Peach blossom eyes beauty: "."

Dean: "."

What are you even talking about?! You scared me!
The female dean almost choked on her words.

Her heart had jumped into her throat, but now it had fallen back into her stomach.

Actually, she didn't understand. Zhang Yangqing was just doing a very rigorous analysis. Spatial correction could indeed solve the problem, but his control over spatial power wasn't that precise yet.

The female dean took a deep breath, wanting to say something, but Zhang Yangqing spoke up again.

"Although I cannot correct spatial distortions, I can cause this spatial turbulence to collapse."

Before he finished speaking, he activated the strange law.

That was the strange law of the Saint Realm. A pure, primordial, chaotic power surged from his body, not to attack the female dean, nor to repair the spatial turbulence, but to make the spatial turbulence even more chaotic!
The fragments began to spin wildly, tentacles and claws began to tear at each other, and the eyeless face began to scream.

The vortex grew larger, faster, and more out of control.

The female dean tried to control it, but her power was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in the face of that chaotic force.

She screamed, "You're crazy! If this continues, we'll all get dragged into this!"

Zhang Yangqing ignored her and increased his urging.

The spatial turbulence began to crumble. The fragments stopped spinning and began to shatter, breaking into smaller fragments, into powder, into nothingness. The vortex disappeared, the tentacles and claws disappeared, and even the eyeless faces disappeared.

Instead, there was nothingness.

There was no ground, no sky, no light, and no sound.

Only Zhang Yangqing stood there, holding the holy sword in his hand.

The female dean stood there, her face deathly pale.

The beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes and the high-earning man stood there, dumbfounded.

Zhang Yangqing raised his holy sword and slashed at the female dean, not even bothering to exchange a word.

This sword strike produced no light, no wind, and no energy fluctuations.

There was nothing there, only a feeling of annihilation.

Everything will vanish under this sword strike—space, time, energy, matter—nothing will remain.

The female dean's pupils reflected the sword. Her body trembled, not from fear, but because she knew she couldn't block it!

This is not the power of the Celestial Realm, nor even the power that should exist in this world!
Faced with this sword strike, her proud domain, spatial turbulence, and countless years of cultivation all seemed like paper.

She looked at Zhang Yangqing and suddenly remembered someone from a long time ago.

That person was the same; just standing there, a casual sword strike could make the world tremble.

That is the savior.

She truly saw the shadow of a "savior" in Zhang Yangqing.

Thankfully, the female dean didn't say that, otherwise Zhang Yangqing would definitely have complained: Who are you calling a savior?
At this moment, the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes would be stunned and reply: What! Is being a savior shameful?!
Of course, these are all for later.

At this moment, Zhang Yangqing simply raised his sword and slashed at the female dean.

Wherever the sword's edge passes, everything returns to nothingness.

No one knows what the female dean was thinking before she was completely killed.

But the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes noticed that there was a "light" in her eyes.

That light was not a dying man's final burst of energy, but something complex and indescribable.

It's like reminiscing, like letting go, and like questioning the injustice of fate.

Did all that she did over the years still fail to escape the "fate" of death?

She escaped the savior, she escaped countless pursuers, she escaped the erosion of time, but she couldn't escape this stranger she was meeting for the first time.

The savior, the powerful figure she once followed, left her with a huge pitfall even after leaving.

The holy sword and armor he left behind attracted a monster even more terrifying than himself.

The female dean felt it was an injustice of fate, but in reality it was just that her opponent was too strong.

To the other chosen ones, the female dean was an invincible and terrifying existence.

Who would have thought that such a sweet-looking girl would actually be the hidden big boss of this world?

Even in this dimension, they can develop spatial turbulence on their own, create special physiques, and perfectly fuse holy energy and strange power, achieving what even the savior could not do on their own.

Don't ask why the savior himself couldn't do it; even if this guy could be the savior, he'd still die a lot.

Unfortunately, the female dean encountered Zhang Yangqing. (End of Chapter)