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

Zhang Yangqing took a step forward. It wasn't a big step, but it was so fast that it seemed to happen without any intermediate process, and he appeared directly in front of the hooded man.

Before the glow on the gloves had faded, Zhang Yangqing's right hand had already gripped the hooded man's wrist and flipped it upwards.

With a cracking sound, the knife flew out of his hand, slid a long way across the ground.

Zhang Yangqing turned sideways and delivered an elbow strike to the hooded man's ribs, causing him to bend over.

Zhang Yangqing grabbed the back of his collar with his other hand and pressed him down, causing the hooded man to slam his face down onto the ground with a dull thud.

Zhang Yangqing's knees pressed down on his back, and his feet stepped on his hands, rendering him unable to move.

One look, and he was instantly killed!

The servants had only half-drawn their weapons when they stopped; none of them dared to come forward.

The hooded man's face was pressed against the ground. He struggled for a moment but couldn't break free. He turned his head and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth: "You, what kind of ability is this? Why can't I use my energy?"

His voice was muffled, and blood was seeping from his nose.

Zhang Yangqing glanced down at him and said, "You don't need to know."

The door opened at that moment.

The second young master came out, glanced at the hooded man who was getting up and wiping his nosebleed, then at Zhang Yangqing. His expression was not good, but his tone was still relatively restrained: "What happened? Who gave you permission to fight here?"

Zhang Yangqing moved his leg away, his tone indifferent: "Instead of asking me, you should ask how overconfident your subordinate is. I was just walking along, and he had to block my way."

The second young master was silent for two seconds. Of course, he knew what kind of temper the hooded man had, and he also knew that his subordinates were not treating Zhang Yangqing well.

But in front of so many people, he had to save face for his subordinates.

He waved for the hooded man and his servants to step back, then stepped aside to make way: "Come in and let's talk."

His tone was even more polite than before.

The room was small and simply furnished.

The second young master sat down in a chair, pointed to the seat opposite him, and Zhang Yangqing sat down without touching anything else.

The second young master asked, "What are you doing here?"

Zhang Yangqing replied, "Are you aware of the young lady's authority?"

The second young master's face suddenly darkened: "I knew she was the murderer! Her unusual behavior, her sarcastic remarks, and her complete indifference to Lao Ba's death—she probably wanted to do it a long time ago!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, as if he wanted to pour out all the doubts that had been building up in his heart.

Zhang Yangqing waved his hand: "Don't get excited. I haven't drawn a conclusion yet. The murderer may not be her. I'm just asking you about information regarding access. Don't explode just because you hear her name."

This was the first time Zhang Yangqing had ever been speechless. What did I say that made you say the young lady was the murderer? Was it a stress reaction?

The second young master took a deep breath, as if forcibly suppressing his anger, and remained silent for a while before speaking again: "Eldest sister has many privileges, the greatest of which is that only she can use the mistress's scepter, but only in emergency situations."

When he said the last few words, he was almost gritting his teeth, his eyes filled with undisguised rage.

Zhang Yangqing pressed further: "The mistress's scepter? Is it something special?"

The second young master leaned back in his chair, his expression becoming complicated: "It's more than just special. The mistress's scepter has the power to change authority. It can make a person go from having no authority to having authority, or it can make a person with authority lose all authority. To put it bluntly, it's the only thing in this building that can break the rules. As long as you hold it, you are not a follower of the rules, you are a rule maker."

He recalled for a moment and continued, "I saw the mistress use it once. I was young then and didn't know what it was. Later I realized that the scepter represents the foundation of this building. Without it, even the mistress probably couldn't control this place."

The second young master didn't say exactly what it couldn't suppress, but everyone knew the truth.

Zhang Yangqing memorized this information. He had originally intended to ask how to enter the underground floors, but this unexpected piece of information was clearly more valuable.

Just as he was about to continue asking questions, he suddenly sensed a change in the atmosphere around him.

The temperature in the air dropped a little, the lights on the ceiling flickered a few times, and very faint black mist began to seep out from the cracks in the walls.

"Oh no, someone's about to be attacked!"

He suddenly stood up, and the chair overturned behind him.

Without offering any further explanation, he stormed out of the room.

The second young master was stunned for a moment, but he reacted quickly and immediately stood up and followed him out.

The black mist in the corridor grew thicker and thicker, churning and converging, flowing in the same direction.

Zhang Yangqing ran following the flow of the black mist, turned two corners, and went up half a flight of stairs. There were several corpses lying on the ground, servants' clothes, claw marks on their chests, and blood that had not yet completely congealed.

The door in front led to the Seventh Young Master's lounge. The door had been smashed open and cracked, and sounds of fighting and the Seventh Young Master's roars could be heard from inside.

Zhang Yangqing kicked the door open.

The Seventh Young Master stood in the center of the room, the gemstone rings on his left hand glowing, forming a semi-transparent protective shield around him.

He faced a gigantic, bizarre creature, twice his size, covered in jet-black scales, with two pairs of curved horns on its head and bits of flesh clinging to its claws.

The seventh young master's voice was hoarse, but full of energy: "Damn it, don't underestimate me!"

He condensed the ring's light into a ball of light and smashed it towards the eerie head, knocking it back two steps.

But the strange creature quickly regained its footing and pounced again.

Zhang Yangqing rushed in, the glow on his gloves shining brightest. He sidestepped the strange claw attack, grabbed its other claw, and used its momentum to pull it to the side. The strange creature crashed into the wall, cracking it open.

The second young master followed him in. His sword was already drawn, with silver-white light flowing across its blade. He slashed at the strange side of the abdomen, leaving a deep wound, and black liquid splattered on the wall.

With a strange pain, it roared and reached out with both hands to grab Zhang Yangqing and the second young master respectively.

Zhang Yangqing released his grip and slid back a step. The halo on his glove drew a pale purple arc in the air, precisely slicing into the strange wrist joint. Its movement was noticeably a beat slower.

The second young master seized the opportunity, and with three flashes of his sword, he deflected the monster's left arm with one strike, pierced its chest with another, and sliced ​​off one of its horns with the third.

The Seventh Young Master, panting, raised his left hand and extracted the last bit of light from the ring, turning it into a beam of light that struck the eerie creature's head.

The enormous, eerie creature paused for a moment, then crashed to the ground, its body beginning to crack open, spewing out black energy that slowly dissipated.

The seventh young master's legs went weak, and he sat down on the ground, leaning against the wall, panting heavily.

He looked down at the faded rings, then at the bizarre corpse on the ground, and cursed, "Damn it, we almost got caught off guard."

His voice carried a hint of lingering fear, as if he had just survived a catastrophe.

The second young master sheathed his sword, glanced at him, and asked, "Are you alright?"

The seventh young master shook his head and coughed twice: "I won't die."

Then he looked up at Zhang Yangqing with a complicated expression, "You came quickly."

Zhang Yangqing squatted down, looked at the eerie remnants on the ground, and remained silent. (End of Chapter)