One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

After more than ten hours of transoceanic flight, the Gulfstream G650ER, a symbol of top-level privilege, finally landed slowly.

The tires screeched as they rubbed against the track, followed by the gradual hum of the engine as it came to a stop.

As the hatch opened, a whiff of air mixed with the smells of the sea, cheap tobacco, and some indescribable engine oil rushed out.

This is a transit and supply island located off the outskirts of Nathan Island.

As the final stepping stone to that lawless land, there is no law or order here.

The dock was brightly lit, with makeshift tin shacks and tents everywhere. Mercenaries, outlaws, black market traders, and people with all sorts of strange abilities from all over the world were crammed into this small space like sardines.

In the distance, muffled gunshots rang out intermittently, accompanied by frenzied heavy metal music and men's rude shouts, creating a chaotic symphony.

"Is this the air abroad?"

Zhang Taichu stood on the gangway, frowned, waved his hand to clear the murky air in front of him, and spoke with a hint of disdain:

"Why does it smell so sour?"

Zhang Chulan, who was following behind him, tightened his coat and looked around warily.

The atmosphere here is completely different from that in China.

If the world of supernatural beings in China is a bottomless lake, calm on the surface but turbulent beneath.

This place is like a pot of boiling oil.

Everyone's desires, murderous intent, and greed were written nakedly on their faces, without any concealment.

"Hey! Look who's here!"

"Airplanes that can go anywhere? Those rule-abiding Easterners?"

"It seems even those conservative Taoist priests want a piece of this lucrative Nathan Island!"

As Zhang Taichu and his group stepped off the plane, countless eyes were instantly drawn to them from the once bustling dock area.

In those gazes, there was curiosity, there was greed, but more than anything else... there was disdain and mockery.

After all, Zhang Taichu and his companions' attire was far too conspicuous.

Wearing a loose Taoist robe, with a lazy demeanor, coupled with Zhang Chulan's attire that made him look like a college student, and...

Feng Baobao is still looking down and munching on a cucumber.

This group doesn't look like they're here to kill anyone; they look more like sheep that have gotten lost and wandered into a pack of wolves.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is interesting."

Wang Zhenqiu, holding his tablet computer, looked around excitedly like a child just entering an amusement park.

"Master Zhang, look over there, those are people from the Ancient Magic Council of Europe, and over there... they look like druids from the Emerald Society?"

"They're all big fish!"

However, they hadn't gone very far.

A series of heavy footsteps, accompanied by the clicking sound of metal scraping against metal, blocked their path.

wow-

A group of burly men wearing black tactical vests, their muscles bulging like rocks, stepped out from the crowd and formed a human wall.

Each of them had a ferocious beast emblem embroidered on their chest.

Behemoth.

The leader was a bald white man who was over two meters tall.

He had a piece of gum in his mouth, a string of silver dog tags around his neck, and his light blue eyes revealed undisguised arrogance and provocation.

"Oh, aren't these...kids from the East?"

The bald captain stopped, looking down at Zhang Taichu, and uttered a series of harsh and highly insulting Chinese phrases:

"What? You're still breastfeeding and you've already run off?"

"This is the adult world."

"If you don't want to go home crying to your mother, then give her the money you have and..."

His gaze passed over Zhang Taichu and landed on Feng Baobao, who was staring blankly at the sea.

In that instant, a lewd glint flashed in the bald captain's eyes.

He whistled a flippantly, a lewd smile spreading across his fleshy face:

"This girl looks pretty good."

"Although she's a bit thin, her skin is quite fair."

"Keep her here, have a few drinks with the old men, and maybe... I can consider letting you bunch of monkeys pass."

coax--!!

A burst of shrill laughter erupted from the surrounding area.

The Westerners watching whistled and made a ruckus, waiting to see these Easterners make a fool of themselves.

"Hahaha! The captain's got his eye on that girl!"

"You yellow-skinned monkey, did you hear me? Hand over the person right now!"

"Don't wet your pants! Hahahaha!"

All sorts of vulgar language, mixed with slang from different countries, came flooding in like a tide.

Zhang Chulan's face instantly darkened.

He clenched his fists, a faint golden light emanating from his body, and a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes.

These foreign devils...

Your mouth is so dirty.

Just as Zhang Chulan was about to take a step forward.

A hand gently blocked his way.

"Grandmaster Uncle?"

Zhang Chulan was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Zhang Taichu.

Zhang Taichu didn't even lift his eyelids.

He didn't even look directly at the bald captain, but simply turned his head slightly and picked at his ear with some annoyance.

"Where did these flies come from?"

Zhang Taichu's voice wasn't loud, but it sounded exceptionally clear amidst the noisy laughter:

"The buzzing is giving this Taoist priest a headache."

Upon hearing this, the bald captain's smile froze on his face.

He spat out the chewing gum, stomped on it hard, and his expression instantly turned ferocious:

"What did you say?!"

"You lowly..."

As he cursed, he stretched out his large, hairy hand, resembling a fan, and reached out to grab Feng Baobao's face.

"I'm talking to you!!"

"You shameless bastard!!"

The large hand moved extremely fast, accompanied by a whistling sound.

If it were an ordinary person, this blow would probably crush their skull.

however.

Just when that dirty hand was half a meter away from Feng Baobao.

"Ugh."

A soft sigh.

Zhang Taichu shook his head helplessly.

"You can't understand human language, can you?"

Before he could finish speaking...

Zhang Taichu raised his right hand very casually.

Press down gently.

"Since you can't understand human language..."

"Then give it to this humble Taoist priest..."

"Put it into the ground."

boom--------!!!!

A loud bang, and it exploded without warning.

The sound was so loud that it was like a bomb exploding right next to everyone's ears.

The concrete ground beneath my feet trembled violently, as if a magnitude 7 earthquake had occurred.

Followed by.

A scene that completely shut down everyone's brains unfolded.

The bald captain, who was two meters tall, with muscles as hard as steel, and wearing the latest single-soldier exoskeleton armor.

There wasn't even time to let out a scream.

He didn't even have time to hide the sneer on his face.

In that instant...

Disappeared.

No.

It didn't disappear.

Instead... it became flat.

Where he had originally stood, a huge palm print crater, half a meter deep and with clearly defined edges, had appeared.

And at the bottom of that pit.

It was a red and white mess, mixed with tattered fabric and twisted metal parts... a flat plan.

It's like a piece of clay that's been pressed by a hydraulic press.

It's like a mosquito that gets slapped to death.

The once arrogant Captain Behemoth was now completely unrecognizable as human, utterly, evenly, and perfectly flat...

It was embedded in reinforced concrete.

Click.

Click.

The weapons held by several Behemoth soldiers around them, unable to withstand the terrifying air pressure that had just erupted, emitted a teeth-grinding twisting sound, and the barrels bent into pretzel shapes.

Quiet.

Absolute silence.

The dock, which had been noisy and filled with laughter and whistles just moments before, seemed to have been silenced in an instant.

The sea breeze blew, stirring up the dust on the ground.

Everyone's mouths were agape in an "O" shape, and their eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.

The mercenaries who were still making a ruckus slipped from their hands and the bottles hit their feet without them even noticing.

The soldiers of Behemoth were all frozen in place, their legs trembling violently, and there was even a dripping sound coming from their crotches.

monster……

What the hell is that monster?!

That's Behemoth's enhanced warrior!

That's a humanoid tank that can even withstand rocket-propelled grenades!

That's it...

One slap... and he turned into a painting?!

In this suffocating terror.

Zhang Taichu withdrew his right hand, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and slowly wiped the finger that was not even dusty.

Then, he casually tossed the handkerchief into the huge palm print crater.

A white handkerchief slowly drifted down, covering the bloody, mangled map, appearing particularly jarring.

"Tsk."

Zhang Taichu smacked his lips and glanced at the soldiers around him who were holding guns but didn't even dare to release the safety.

His eyes were indifferent.

It was as bland as looking at a bunch of roadside weeds.

"Foreign flies..."

Zhang Taichu shook his head, put his hands back in his sleeves, and strode through the group of terrified soldiers.

"Are they all screaming that loudly?"

Zhang Chulan snapped out of his daze, swallowed hard, glanced at the horrific crater on the ground, and then at his master's dashing back.

ruthless.

It's too cruel.

Is this what my master uncle meant by loosening up my muscles and bones?

This is like turning someone into minced meat!

"Let's go, Bao'er, Qiu'er."

Zhang Chulan pulled Feng Baobao, who was still in a daze, and quickly followed.

Until their figures disappeared into the depths of the jungle at the edge of the night.

The entire dock.

Still, not a single person dared to utter a sound.

Only the waves crashed against the rocks on the shore.

It seemed as if they were singing a final elegy for that unfortunate soul who didn't even have a chance to leave his name.