The Law of Heaven

Chapter 8 Laughing Sacrifice
This was part of Aihara's plan long ago.

Since the robbers knew that someone was impersonating their accomplices, they would likely become wary and instinctively attack when they saw their companions arrive at the crucial moment.

And that's what he took advantage of.

Seize the fleeting opportunity and launch a fatal blow.

The fighting technique he used came from a famous arcade game. It was a rather domineering throwing technique. After locking the enemy in place, he would first do an over-the-shoulder throw, followed by two more powerful close-range throws, as if he were wielding a rag bag.

Unfortunately, he had never learned proper combat skills, so he could only rely on his strong physique to crush his enemies with sheer numerical superiority!
With no chance to resist, the robber leader was pinned to the ground, his head hitting the hard marble floor, the violent shock causing his eyes to roll back.

In the first close-quarters throw, Aihara grabbed the guy's belt and slammed him to the ground. The enemy's body twisted at a ninety-degree angle, and countless bones were broken.

During the second close-range throw, he changed his strategy, grabbing the enemy and slamming him down while simultaneously raising his leg and thrusting his knee, as if he were holding not a person but a bamboo pole!
Click!
The bandit leader, who was originally dizzy from the fall, let out a shrill scream. His lumbar spine was broken, and the intense pain made his pupils tremble, and his pupils appeared a strange grayish-white, as if they had been sprinkled with lime.

He was stunned by the fall and realized he had been tricked.

"mean……"

The bandit leader groaned in pain.

"You attacked me in a public restroom and you still have the nerve to call me despicable?"

Aihara followed with a trampling kick.

"Such a powerful Creation-level cultivator!"

Zhou Lunshuo was dumbfounded.

"Holy crap, Yuan Ge!"

Yi Ran, who initially thought everyone was doomed, was shocked by what he saw and muttered instinctively, "Oh no, oh no, Brother Yuan has gone too far!"

"This is... Aihara-kun?"

The students clutched the wound on their wrists in shock, as if they were meeting this taciturn and withdrawn boy for the first time: "Wait, isn't this Captain Chai Ni?"

Everyone was stunned. Yu Xia, who had witnessed the whole thing, stared wide-eyed. None of the top students she knew at the police academy had such a strong physique. The entire battle was devoid of any skill; it was all about numbers.

Especially Old Wang, the class monitor; if he had witnessed this scene beforehand, he definitely wouldn't have kicked the kid's butt for being late on the first day of high school.

After a series of fluid moves, Aihara slammed the robber against the wall, then drew a tactical dagger from his waist and stabbed it mercilessly into the robber's throat.

This is a group of murderers and thugs. To be merciful to them is to be cruel to yourself. At this moment, any hesitation or cowardice could cost you your life.

Aihara needs to live to go back and take care of his sister, so he must live, which means he can only ask the robbers to die.

Many people might think that murder is too shocking and unthinkable, and that most ordinary people would never even dare to think about it or try it.

But those who frequently commit murder know this.

In fact, when the dark side of a person's heart is unleashed, especially when facing a life-or-death crisis, killing is actually a very simple thing; all it takes is to shoot or stab a person in a vital spot.

Especially when there is no legal liability.

Killing a person and killing a chicken are no different.

Of course, the Virgin Mary is an exception.

Aihara thrust the knife in without any hesitation.

To his surprise, his slash failed to pierce the enemy's throat; the sharp blade seemed to have pierced into hard rock, unable to advance an inch.

In a life-or-death moment, the bandit leader actually petrified his own body, his dark skin rapidly turning to ash and stones—an ability that only exists in fantasy!

"A stone man?"

Fortunately, this petrifying ability was not invincible. Aihara pressed down hard on the dagger, and it actually pierced through the rock's defense little by little, heading straight for the vital point of the throat.

The robber leader glared angrily, grabbed his wrist tightly, and the two began to struggle.

Just as Aihara was gaining the upper hand, he suddenly heard a loud shout and instinctively turned his head to look.

"Forget about that guy, let's go and disrupt the formation!"

Jane Mo, lying on the ground, shouted urgently. Despite being shot several times, he was not dead. He had even used the gap to kill four robbers with his large-caliber Colt Python, but now he was at his limit and had burned out.

"The sacrificial ritual is about to begin. If this guy gains power, he will become a Dead Apostle who surpasses the Creation Rank. At that time, no one will be able to stop him!"

Zhou Lunshuo, speaking loudly as if he were mentally challenged, said anxiously and impatiently, "Applause if you understand!"

In the silence, a furious dragon roar resounded.

Aihara turned his head to look at the blood-soaked sculpture.

"It's no use, it's already started."

The robber chuckled hoarsely, his gray eyes filled with madness, and he actually released his grip: "I beg for the Lord's gift, grant me unparalleled evolution!"

The dragon's roar echoed like thunder, and the lifelike ancient dragon sculpture seemed to come alive, dancing gracefully.

Overwhelming hallucinations engulfed everyone, plunging them into a bottomless abyss, as if the fire of divine wrath was ignited in the darkness. It was a pair of vertical pupils flowing with molten gold, looking down from above, like a god looking down on ants.

An ancient dragon with a bronze-colored mask emerged from the abyss. Its ancient and rugged body resembled a mountain ridge, and it was shrouded in thin clouds, appearing and disappearing like an illusion.

The darkness was like a boiling sea, and they floated in the towering waves. The seawater was churned and broken by the dragon, like ancient bronze pillars emerging from the water.

The overwhelming dragon's might was suffocating, like sinking into an endless deep sea, extremely oppressive.

A faint mist swirled around Gu Long.

The smoke carried a unique, exotic fragrance.

Ethereal and distant.

The ancient dragon devoured the smoke, its breath roaring like thunder.

Aihara was also consumed by hallucinations, but all he saw was a lonely island in the dark sea, with a thin figure huddled on the island, the tides rising and falling, and the moon setting silently.

The wisps of smoke swirled around her, like incense burning in a shrine or temple, calming her violent aura and making her feel as if she were in a fairyland.

His dragon bone bracelet vibrated, as if it were sensing something.

The bandit leader struggled through the sea, bowing and worshipping the figure on the deserted island as he crossed the surging waters, repeating the words he had spoken before: "I pray for the Lord's gift, grant me supreme evolution!" Aihara then understood that the purpose of this group of bandits was to plunder so-called ancient relics, to sacrifice them to some unknown great life form, and to pray for power.

The surging waves nearly engulfed the bandit leader, but his pleas went unanswered. His frantic gaze was gradually replaced by blankness, and he was at a loss.

The people on the deserted island did not look back.

He simply responded coldly.

"Go away!"

Boom!

Thunder rumbled.

In Aihara's hallucination, he heard someone shouting angrily.

In the bandit leader's hallucination, he heard the furious roar of an ancient dragon, which seemed to shatter his soul.

His will crumbled amidst the dragon's roar, the sacrificial ceremony he had painstakingly prepared was rejected, the power of the gods did not descend, and he became a pawn to be discarded.

"This is impossible……"

This was impossible in the mind of the bandit leader. This kind of primitive sacrificial ritual has been passed down from ancient times to the present day without interruption. The ancient laws of nature have no reason to resist the spiritual sacrifice of believers, just as a dying traveler trapped in the desert cannot refuse the pure water offered by a passerby.

That is the instinctive desire of life.

It's impossible to be refused!

But the reality is just that cruel.

The bandit leader even saw human emotions reflected in those vertical pupils that seemed to flow with molten gold—undisguised contempt and disgust that filled him with utter despair.

It was as if he were a disgusting bedbug.

His meticulously planned sacrifice was like a clumsy joke, like a sycophant who goes to great lengths to pursue a goddess, only to be met with merciless ridicule and contempt.

Sad, ridiculous.

The hallucination abruptly ended, but everyone present was bleeding from all seven orifices—the wounds left by the dragon's roar.

The ancient dragon sculpture carved from dead wood collapsed silently, as if it had been burned for three days and three nights, leaving only a pile of black ash mixed with bright red blood, as sticky as ink, flowing in the cracks of the marble bricks.

It is clear that the sacrificial ceremony failed.

The robbers did not receive any divine reward.

"After all that effort, this is all?"

Aihara witnessed all of this, then turned to the bandit leader and said, "Did you sacrifice nothing?"

The bandit leader remained silent, his spirit seemingly destroyed by the furious dragon's roar. His gray eyes gradually dimmed, and the rock crumbled away inch by inch.

"How did that happen?"

He struggled to his feet and staggered toward the collapsed sculpture, wanting to make one last attempt.

"Hey."

A hoarse voice came from behind me.

The bandit leader instinctively turned his head, and the whistling wind rushed towards him, lifting his hair.

Aihara lunged forward like a wild beast, lunging forward with a lunge and twisting his waist to gather strength. A fierce swing punch burst through the air and struck his enemy hard in the back of the head!

The feeling of violence overwhelmed his mind, and the sense of accomplishment in defeating the enemy awakened the survival-of-the-fittest nature in his genes. The boredom and depression of the past eighteen years were swept away, replaced by an obsession and longing for power.

The feeling of having power... is absolutely wonderful.

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Taishan Road, a home amidst mountains and waters.

Ruan Qi woke up with a start. She hadn't slept so well in a long time, sleeping until noon. The curtains by the window fluttered in the breeze, and warm sunlight streamed through the gaps onto the headboard. It was a rare good day.

A golden incense stick was burning on her bedside table, its wisps of smoke filling the air. The strange fragrance made her feel refreshed and invigorated, as if she were meditating in an ancient temple, listening to the morning bells and evening drums, and watching the clouds drift by.

But she wasn't in a very good mood because she had a dream that she could have slept longer if it weren't for.

In my dream, it was that group of evil dead again.

It disturbs people's sleep.

"Miss, are you alright?"

There was a knock on the bedroom door, and someone whispered in the doorway, "I just went out to patrol, and this community in the alternate dimension is very safe. If nothing unexpected happens, this alternate dimension won't have been formed for more than a year."

He paused for a moment: "It's safe and hasn't been contaminated yet. Although the house is simply furnished, it's quite good as a temporary shelter."

Ruan Qi gave a soft "hmm": "Aren't there any hunters?"

"No."

The person outside said with relief, "Your voice hasn't sounded this energetic in a long time. That's wonderful."

Ruan Qi glanced at the incense sticks on the bedside table, squinting like a kitten: "The things the boss gave me are indeed extraordinary. They can actually help me stabilize my will. In this way, my hunger is perfectly resolved, and I no longer need to accept sacrifices."

She stretched, threw off the covers and got out of bed. Her white silk pajamas hung loosely, and her fair skin had a hazy glow. Many of the fine dragon scales had faded, and the violent blood in her veins was now peacefully dormant.

Ruan Qi turned around and drew back the curtains. Warm sunlight rushed in, and outside the window was the shimmering sea, with waves crashing against the rocks and seagulls rising and falling in the wind.

"Miss, what should we do with those Dead Apostles?"

The driver at the door spoke with concern: "Where justice resides, there will be followers of the Dead. Your presence is like a flame attracting moths; they will swarm uncontrollably. Justice is the Dead's faith, and your sanity may not last long. That box of incense can only last seven days at most. What about after seven days?"

Ruan Qi was silent for a moment, then said softly, "As long as I stop sharing power, those Dead Apostles will be unable to continue evolving. Unmutated Dead Apostles are not a threat; the Deep Sea Alliance will eliminate them within this timeframe. I'm only worried that... that person will come knocking on our door."

"No, I am a crucial part of that person's evolution, he will definitely come."

She hesitated for a moment, then said dejectedly, "If there's really no other way, I'll have to ask the boss for help. But I don't know what else I have to trade."

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