I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

Shen Tian did not answer Xiong Ge's question about realm.

He looked around the dark and damp repair room, his brows furrowing slightly.

The walls were covered in moss, and the air smelled musty. This kind of environment was not conducive to healing; even a healthy person would get sick if they stayed there for too long.

"We can't stay here any longer."

Shen Tian reached out and tapped the tactical watch on his wrist a few times.

A deep blue holographic screen popped up.

He quickly typed in a series of complex commands, which generated a temporary electronic pass and then attached coordinates.

"Take it."

Shen Tian turned the tactical watch screen towards Xiong Ge.

Write this address down, or scan it into your phone.

Brother Xiong blankly pulled out the phone with the cracked screen and scanned it with trembling hands.

drop.

A very simple navigation route popped up on the screen.

The destination was a place he had never heard of before.

"Where is this?"

Brother Xiong stared at the coordinates, looking completely bewildered.

He had lived in Jiangcheng for decades, from the slums in the west to the red-light district in the east; he could draw a map with his eyes closed.

But the area shown by these coordinates was a blank space in his mind.

That is the core area of ​​Jiangcheng.

It is also a restricted area on the map.

On a typical electronic map, that place is only shown as a green belt or an unmarked area.

"Safe house?"

Brother Xiong asked tentatively.

I guess so.

That was indeed a safe house.

The safest place in the entire city of Jiangcheng.

It has two peak fifth-tier experts in charge.

It has a top-notch defense system, thousands of elite warriors stationed there, and countless heavy firepower covering it.

If even that place isn't safe, then Jiangcheng isn't far from its demise.

"Where are you going?"

Shen Tian's tone left no room for argument.

"When you get to the entrance, a guard will stop you."

"Show them this electronic pass and tell them that I sent you."

"I've already arranged for a doctor to reattach your arm."

Brother Xiong stared at the red coordinates on his phone, his throat feeling dry.

This sounds like the kind of treatment only big shots can enjoy.

"Brother... is that place expensive?"

Brother Xiong subconsciously touched his empty pocket.

His slaughterhouse was destroyed, and he had spent almost all his money trying to escape, so he was now penniless.

"It's free."

Shen Tian patted his broad shoulder.

"As long as you show up, that's fine."

"I don't believe that monster would dare to chase us there."

Seeing Shen Tian's confident gaze, Xiong Ge's doubts dissipated considerably.

Also.

Martial artists always have methods that ordinary people don't know.

Now that Shen Tian has become a martial artist, even if it's only at the first level, finding a safe house to have his arm reattached shouldn't be a problem.

"OK!"

Brother Xiong gritted his teeth, nodded, and put away his phone.

"I'll go right now!"

"but……"

He raised his head and looked at Shen Tian with a complicated expression.

"Where are you going?"

Actually, there's no need to ask; he probably already guessed it.

He understood Shen Tian's personality.

This kid looks mild-mannered, but he's actually ruthless to the core.

He's going to risk his life.

Shen Tian turned around, his back to Xiong Ge, his gaze piercing through the dark pipes, as if looking at some distant place.

"Some scores always need to be settled."

"Some people become ghosts, and I have to send them to hell."

Brother Xiong opened his mouth, but a thousand words stuck in his throat.

Finally, it turned into a heavy sigh.

I know I can't persuade you otherwise.

Brother Xiong used his good right hand to vigorously scratch his messy hair.

Be careful.

"That's a real monster. If you can't beat it, just run away. There's no shame in that."

"I was right there..."

Brother Xiong glanced down at the coordinates on his phone.

"I'll be waiting for you on that Tian Shu Road."

"When you get back, let's have another drink, you two brothers!"

Shen Tian didn't turn around, but just waved his hand with his back to him.

The black trench coat billowed slightly in the air.

"I'm gone."

Whoosh!

next second.

The tall, slender figure transformed into a black afterimage and vanished into the depths of the pipe.

The speed was so fast that Brother Xiong couldn't even see how he moved.

"Goodness..."

Brother Xiong rubbed his eyes, staring at the empty pipes with his mouth agape.

"Is this still that kid?"

He stood there stunned for a long time before he came to his senses.

"I don't want to think about it anymore!"

"Survival comes first!"

Brother Xiong struggled to his feet, clutching his severed arm, and staggered toward the exit.

He walked while looking at the navigation on his phone.

"No. 1 Tianshu Road..."

"That's strange, isn't that area just a few office buildings?"

"Alright, since Brother Shen said it's safe, then it must be safe."

What he didn't know was.

That coordinate represents the pinnacle of power in the entire Jiangcheng—the headquarters of the Tian Shu Bureau.

……

The old teaching building of Jiangcheng No. 3 Martial Arts High School has three underground floors.

This place was once an air-raid shelter left over from the war, and the air is filled with a rotten, musty smell all year round.

But now, that musty smell has been replaced by a stronger, sweet, fishy smell.

That was the smell of a large amount of fresh blood fermenting in a confined space.

Click.

The cracking sound of bones breaking echoed in the darkness, sounding particularly jarring in the silent basement.

Then came the sound of viscous swallowing, as if some large wild beast were feeding.

Principal Li Wanshan stood by the iron gate.

He was wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit today, and his leather shoes were polished to a shine.

He took out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket and gently covered his mouth and nose.

Even so, the strong smell of rust still seeped into his lungs through the cracks, making his stomach churn slightly.

Is it done?

Li Wanshan asked in a low voice.

In the corner, the massive black shadow slowly stopped moving.

It turned its head.

A pair of vertical pupils, gleaming with a cold, eerie green light, suddenly opened in the darkness.

There was no human emotion in those eyes, only endless violence and hunger.

Li Zihao spat out a piece of chewed bone.

That was the patella of Wang Liang, a top student in his senior year of high school.

Ten minutes ago, Wang Liang was excitedly following Li Wanshan down to this underground place, thinking that he had really won a spot for "secret training".

Now, all that remains of him is a pile of scattered remnants, drained of his life force.

Li Wanshan looked at the pile of bones, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

This is the twelfth in the past two weeks.

Each and every one of them is a genius who ranks among the top in the Third Martial Arts Academy.

Li Wanshan went to great lengths to pave the way for his nephew.

He used his position as principal to forge special training documents from the Tian Shu Bureau.

He promised the students' parents that this was a chance to change their lives, but it had to be kept completely secret and there could be no contact between them during the process.

The parents were extremely grateful.

The students were full of hope.

Then, one by one, they were sent into this "living coffin".

The vital energy of these geniuses became the resources for Li Zihao to become stronger.

Li Zihao stood up.

His body emitted a series of rapid cracking sounds, like countless metal parts violently rubbing against each other.

Originally only 1.8 meters tall, he has now swelled to about 2.5 meters.

Dark blue scales covered most of his skin, especially his mutated right arm.

That can no longer be called a hand.

It was a deformed giant claw covered in barbs.

With each breath, the air around him vibrates slightly.

That's a sign of external release of internal energy.

Fourth order.

Li Zihao's voice became extremely hoarse.

"Breakthrough... to the fourth rank."

He gripped the giant claw tightly.

boom!

The air exploded in his palm.

Li Wanshan's face lit up with joy.

Okay! Great!

Zihao, you really didn't disappoint your uncle.

A fourth-tier commander-level figure would be enough to rank among the top 100 in the entire Jiangcheng.

If you take another step forward and break through to the fifth rank, then the Po Jun Division and the Tian Shu Bureau will all have to act according to the whims of the Li family!

Li Zihao, however, did not show the slightest hint of a smile.

He slowly lowered his head, looking at the still-warm corpse, the green light in his eyes growing stronger.

not enough.

Li Wanshan was stunned for a moment.

What's not enough?

The blood of these wastes... is too mixed.

Li Zihao stuck out his long tongue and licked the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, a strange and alluring gesture.

"I need a purer form of power."

He turned his head sharply and stared intently at Li Wanshan.

"Where is Shen Tian?"

Upon hearing this name, Li Wanshan's eyes twitched twice.

"He hasn't come back yet."

"He might die, who knows?"

Li Zihao let out an angry roar, which shook the dust in the basement and caused it to fall in a flurry.

"I can feel it..."

"That bastard isn't dead yet!"

"It was I who swallowed this forbidden piece of meat, it was I who endured this agony worse than death!"

"Why should he die peacefully?"

"I want to tear his throat open with my own hands!"

"I want him to watch in terror as I slowly rip out his heart and liver and devour it!"

A look of resentment and malice appeared on Li Zihao's scaly face.

If it weren't for Shen Tian, ​​he would still be the young master of the Third Martial Arts Academy, the center of attention.

He will use that resource exemption to smoothly enter a top martial arts university.

Instead of becoming a monster hiding in ditches, eating raw meat and drinking blood, like it is now.

All of this was caused by Shen Tian.

This hatred had long been etched into every cell of his body.

Just then, Li Wanshan received a phone call.

"Shen Tian is back."