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

noon.

Under the blazing sun, the asphalt road softened slightly, and the air was filled with a hot, dusty smell.

In the bustling city center, a skyscraper covered entirely in dark blue glass curtain walls rises from the ground, like a sharp sword piercing the sky.

This is the headquarters of the Yaoxing Society.

At this very moment, inside the core editorial department on the 45th floor of the building, the central air conditioning was running at full blast, the cold air whistling through the room, yet it couldn't dispel the almost frenzied restlessness in the air.

crackling-

The sound of hundreds of mechanical keyboards clicking together sounded like a dense downpour.

Countless editors, dressed in plaid shirts and sporting dark circles under their eyes, were staring intently at their screens, their fingers flying across the keyboards, their faces contorted with a twisted excitement and savagery.

This hardly resembles a legitimate news media outlet.

This is clearly an assembly line factory producing lies and malice.

"Editor-in-chief! This article is a bombshell! 'The Inside Story of the Divine Tree Transaction: A Deep Dive into Zhang Taichu's Overseas Assets'! It's already surpassed 100,000 views!"

A young man wearing thick-rimmed glasses suddenly stood up, waving the printing paper in his hand, spitting excitedly.

The bald editor-in-chief, seated at the head of the table, held his coffee, nodded with satisfaction, and a sinister smile crept across his oily face.

"Great! Keep pushing! Buy trending topics! Weld the label of 'traitor' onto him forever!"

"Don't worry about whether it's real or fake! Even if it's just a blurry picture of someone's back, you have to make it into an eighty-episode TV series!"

"As long as we can incite public outrage, as long as we can throw this dirty water on Longhu Mountain, the head of the society will reward us handsomely!"

Upon hearing the words "generous reward," the atmosphere in the entire office became even more frenzied.

Some people even started maliciously photoshopping images of Tai Chu, turning the dignified Taoist priest into a nouveau riche with women on Nathan Island.

They revel in the thrill of manipulating public opinion.

They see themselves as righteous judges, as uncrowned kings who can kill with their pens.

Even though they had never met Zhang Taichu in person, and even though they didn't know where Nathan Island was.

But that doesn't stop them from using the most vicious language to curse a hero who has just saved the world.

thump.

Just as the young man was about to upload the edited picture.

A dull thud, like a heavy hammer striking the heart, suddenly came from outside the window.

Followed by.

Buzz——————

The entire 60-story building shook violently without warning.

The tremor was extremely strange; it wasn't just swaying from side to side, but rather... it felt like something had stomped hard on the roof, causing the entire building to sink.

"An earthquake?!"

"What's going on?!"

The editorial department erupted into chaos as someone spilled coffee on their keyboard, sending sparks and black smoke flying.

"Look out the window!!"

Someone let out a scream that went off-key.

Everyone instinctively looked up at the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window.

next second.

The entire editorial department, with several hundred people, was like a duck with its neck choked; all sound vanished instantly.

All I could see was a few hundred meters in the air.

Under the blinding blazing sun.

A figure stood in mid-air.

He was wearing a slightly wrinkled dark blue Taoist robe and a pair of extremely incongruous flip-flops, with his hands casually tucked into his sleeves.

He was suspended right in front of the building, with his back to the sun.

Backlit, his face was obscured.

But the aura emanating from him, that terrifying aura that seemed capable of crushing the heavens, penetrated clearly through the thick bulletproof glass and seeped into every pore of everyone.

That's not a person.

That was a... demon god who descended to the mortal realm.

"That's...that's..."

The young man who had just been editing the photo dropped the mouse with a thud, slumped into his chair, and his teeth chattered wildly.

"Zhang...Zhang Taichu?!"

"How...how did he get here?!"

"Wasn't he abroad?! How could he be back so soon?!"

It wasn't just him.

Everyone in the Yaoxing Society went crazy.

They were just hurling insults at this person online, and they're still spreading rumors about him.

But now.

The person in question appeared right outside their window, alive and well, without any warning.

And it's...flying in the sky.

This is the city center!

This is the core area of ​​a society governed by the rule of law!

How dare he?!

outside the window.

Zhang Taichu lowered his head slightly, his deep, cold eyes scanning the hordes of terrified ants inside through the glass.

He saw the insulting headlines on the computer screens that hadn't been turned off yet.

I saw those photos that were photoshopped beyond recognition.

"Oh."

A cold smile curled at the corners of Zhang Taichu's lips.

He neither cursed nor directly killed anyone.

He simply opened his mouth slowly, enveloped his voice with his primordial Qi, compressed it into a single line, and sent it directly into the eardrums of everyone in the building.

"You have three minutes."

The sound wasn't loud.

There was no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.

It was like the rustling sound of Death turning the pages of the Book of Life and Death.

"roll."

There is only one word.

Simple, direct, and brutal.

boom--!!

The moment that word exploded inside the building, the crowd, which had been frozen in fear, erupted into chaos.

"Run!!"

"He's going to kill someone!!"

"Help! I don't want to die!!"

The keyboard warriors who were so arrogant just moments ago are now showing their ugly side.

Some people scrambled under the table, some rushed frantically towards the elevator, and some were trampled underfoot and screamed like pigs being slaughtered.

The bald editor-in-chief kicked the young man blocking his way aside, not caring about whether it was trending or not, and rushed into the stairwell with his briefcase, not even bothering to pick up the shoe he lost.

What are journalistic ideals?

What kind of appreciation from the company president?

In the face of absolute death, nothing matters.

Zhang Taichu floated quietly in the air, watching the chaotic scene below.

He raised his wrist and glanced at the non-existent watch.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Countless people, crying and screaming, had poured out of the plaza below the building. They fled frantically into the surrounding streets like frightened cockroaches, not even daring to look back.

three minutes.

Arrived.

Zhang Taichu lowered his hand.

His gaze became utterly indifferent, as if he were looking at an illegal building about to be demolished.

"Since your mouth is so foul, then forget about it."

"Since you enjoy hiding in the gutter and launching sneak attacks..."

Zhang Taichu slowly raised his right foot.

This moment.

The flow of Qi in the universe seemed to have stopped.

An indescribably heavy pressure suddenly condensed around his right foot.

That's not magic.

It wasn't any fancy move.

It's just... pure gravity.

"Then let's take this place..."

Zhang Taichu made an extremely casual stepping motion towards the top of the skyscraper, as if he were stomping out a cigarette butt.

"For this humble Taoist priest..."

"It's a draw."

Dharma Image of Heaven and Earth - Treading the Mountain.

Boom! ...

A deafening roar instantly echoed throughout the entire city.

All the glass within a radius of several kilometers shattered simultaneously in that instant!

No enormous golden Dharma image appeared.

but.

That skyscraper, over two hundred meters tall, looked as if it had been stomped hard on the top of its head by an invisible, primordial giant's foot.

Click! Click! Click!

Countless steel bars snapped amidst groans, and the solid concrete wall instantly turned to dust.

The building did not tilt to one side.

Instead, it collapsed...straight, vertically...downwards!

It's like a giant hydraulic press working at full capacity.

Sixty floors...

Forty floors...

Twentieth floor...

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, obscuring the sun's rays.

The building that symbolized the authority of the Yaoxing Society and was usually looked up to by countless people, in just a few short seconds, under the horrified gazes of countless citizens, was abruptly... shrunken.

At last.

boom!

With a final, dull thud.

The towering skyscrapers that once stood there have completely disappeared.

Instead, there was a pile of steel ruins, only one-tenth the height of the original, compressed so tightly that not even a fly could get inside.

All the computers, all the files, all the rumors and malice.

All of them were trampled into the deepest part of this pile of ruins by that one kick, turning into garbage that can never be restored.

call--

A gust of wind blew by, sweeping away the dust that filled the sky.

Zhang Taichu landed slowly.

He stood in front of the still-steaming ruins, his flip-flops not even dusty.

The surrounding streets were already deserted.

Only the distant sound of sirens and countless pairs of eyes, filled with awe and fear, could be heard hiding in the corners.

Zhang Taichu did not leave immediately.

He turned around and strolled leisurely to a telephone pole on the street corner.

There, a security surveillance camera that hadn't yet been shattered hung.

The red indicator light was still flashing slightly, proving that it was still working.

Zhang Taichu knew.

At this moment.

On the other end of that internet cable, in some dark corner, the woman with two perfect hands must be staring intently at this scene.

Zhang Taichu raised his head.

That young face, yet bearing the marks of endless vicissitudes, was laid bare before the camera.

He looked at the camera.

It was as if I had pierced through the screen and looked directly into the depths of that woman's soul.

then.

Zhang Taichu slowly raised his right hand.

He raised a long, slender middle finger.

His lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile full of provocation, disdain, and cruel murderous intent.

His lips moved slightly.

Although there was no sound.

But through lip movements, everyone who saw this scene could clearly read that one sentence:

"run?"

"Where can you run to?"