A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

"Little Ji, see that? That most impressive area is the stronghold of the Wang family's Qi cultivators. Don't hold back, bombard them! Give them a wake-up call with some cannonballs!"

"Yes, sir! Uncle Liu, just you wait and see!"

Ji Zuodao plopped down in the tank's main gun position.

The crisp beep signaled that the reloading was complete, like the gentle knock of death on the door.

He licked his dry lips, his heart pounding with excitement, his hands trembling. "I'll show the Wang family something!"

Ji Zuodao pulled the trigger of the main gun without hesitation.

boom--!!!

The cannon spewed out blazing flames, and the entire tank recoiled violently!

A high-explosive grenade tore through the air and slammed into the core area of ​​the Wang family mansion, where the beams and pillars were carved and painted!

"Did I hit it? Uncle Liu! Did I hit it?!"

Ji Zuodao poked half his body out of the turret like a groundhog, his eyes wide open, eagerly looking into the distance.

Deputy Director Liu, holding up his binoculars, first twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth, then burst into a loud, maniacal laugh, slapping his thigh:

"Hahaha! Good! Good lad! You're a real talent! That shot... it was a really high-level one!"

"It didn't just hit the target! Your shot literally blasted the Wang family's old coffin right out of their gilded and jade-inlaid outhouse!"

"Hahahaha! His underwear blew off! He's completely naked! Holy crap, this old man's ass is pretty white!"

In the distance, above the Wang family mansion, a slightly thin figure suddenly shot into the air amidst a shower of flying brick, wood chips, and molten gold!

It was none other than Wang Dian, the head of the Wang family and a cultivator at the second level of the Dharma Aspect realm!

At this moment, he had long lost his usual otherworldly demeanor and the majesty of the head of the family.

Completely naked, with only a few tattered strips of cloth hanging around his waist to barely cover his shame.

His once meticulously combed white hair and beard were blown up by the blast wave, and his old face was distorted into a liver color.

"Which damned bastard is that?!"

A furious roar, distorted to the point of being hoarse, mingled with the sound of the wind, drifted from afar:

"No sportsmanship!! They ambushed me, a comrade who's over a hundred years old!!!"

"Is this okay?! This is no good!!"

"I was on the toilet right now!! And you deliberately chose to ambush me when I was having diarrhea?! Huh?! Have you no morals?! Have you no humanity?!!"

He covered his bare, burning buttocks with one hand, trembling with rage, and babbling incoherently:

"Such a despicable and underhanded sneak attack! If you've got the guts, come out and face me head-on!!!"

He hadn't finished speaking.

As if in response to his bold statement of "facing the issue head-on"—

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—!!

More intense and terrifying shrieks, like the collective horn of death, suddenly pierced the night sky!

Wang Dian's angry rant came to an abrupt halt.

He raised his head slowly, looking bewildered.

As far as the eye could see, countless meteors with orange-red tails were descending upon him from all directions, covering the night sky!

Those are tank shells!

It's a rocket!

It was a deadly barrage of steel, as dense as raindrops!

Ji Zuodao's cannon shot just now was merely a crisp "dinner bell" before the feast began.

And now...

The main dishes have just been served.

Wang Dian stared, mouth agape, at the ever-approaching, ever-brightening point of death, only one thought remaining in his mind:

"I****……"

"Head-on confrontation..."

"It's not... that's the way to do it..."

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!!!

The next second, endless light and heat, deafening and continuous roars, and shockwaves that engulfed everything completely swallowed his figure.

A true steel storm has arrived.

"Uncle Liu, how's it going? That old clapper... did it explode?"

Ji Zuodao leaned against the tank turret, peering intently towards the thickest part of the smoke and dust.

Dogger jumped onto the tank armor, his tone carrying a hint of "been there, done that" calmness:

"Kid, you're obviously inexperienced. See that? Smoke means you're basically unharmed. Not to mention that old bastard is at least a Dharma Aspect Realm cultivator; this little bit of firepower will at most give him a scratch and remove the dead skin."

It seems to confirm what Dogman said.

The billowing smoke and dust were forcibly pushed aside from within by a brute force!

A colossal Dharma image, over ten meters tall, with a dark, earthy yellow body and a dragon's phantom coiled around its tortoise shell, stood majestically atop the ruins!

The image of the dragon turtle!

Wang Dian's figure was huddled in the center of the heavy dragon tortoise shell, his face pale, a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. Although his breathing was somewhat disordered, he was far from being seriously injured and on the verge of death.

What truly chilled him to the bone was the scene before him.

As far as the eye could see, there was the Wang family ancestral home, which he had managed and protected for over a hundred years, with its pavilions, towers, secret alchemy rooms, and meditation chambers that carried the family's glory and heritage...

It has now been reduced to a burning ruin.

Amidst the smoke and fire, severed limbs and charred bloodstains were everywhere, belonging to the Wang family members who were unable to dodge or were torn apart by the shockwave.

Based on a rough assessment, those below the Spirit Palace Realm are almost... less than one in ten.

"Plan Three..."

Wang Dian's voice was dry and hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed.

He stared intently at the silent torrent of steel in the distance, and at Deputy Director Liu, whose figure was as imposing as a mountain, standing atop a main battle tank.

He survived that era of war and chaos.

I know all too well what "Plan No. 3" means.

"The Liu family...boy."

Wang Dian's voice pierced through the ruins, carrying a barely perceptible tremor and a final glimmer of hope:

"The rest of the Wang family are mostly ignorant and unaware of the true situation. Considering that my Wang family has also shed blood and exerted effort for the Han Dynasty... could you... spare a lineage?"

He looked at Deputy Director Liu almost pleadingly.

He knew this was his, and the Wang family's, last chance.

Deputy Director Liu's face was expressionless, only cold indifference.

"Wang Dian".

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly across the battlefield, striking the hearts of every survivor.

"You're an old man. Don't you know what the crime of 'colluding with the Ascension Sect' is?"

"The fact that those ordinary people from your Wang family who have never cultivated have survived is already the greatest mercy from above! It's because of those old favors that should have been forgotten long ago!"

"As for you—"

Deputy Director Liu's gaze was like a knife, piercing Wang Dian inside the tortoise shell.

"How did things come to this point, with the Wang family reduced to this state, their entire family wiped out...? What is the root cause?"

"It's because your Wang family treats that man-eating monster as an honored guest."

"Don't tell me you were unaware, but your indifference or even your delight in this situation is the result of your wrong decisions."

"Hahaha...My fault?"

Wang Dian suddenly laughed. The laughter started as a low murmur, then grew louder and louder, more and more manic, and finally turned into a hoarse, mad laugh filled with endless resentment and self-mockery!

"Am I wrong?! What the hell did I do wrong?!"

"I just don't want to die! What did I do wrong?!"

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.

"I barely survived that era! I barely managed to! I barely managed to have peace in the world! All I want is to live a few more years! To have a few more days of peace! What did I do wrong?!"

"How could I not know why that vixen gave me the pill? I know! I know everything! That stuff will cause demonic possession? I know that too!"

"But so what?! The lifespan that elixir gave me truly and undeniably increased!!"

"As long as I can live...as long as I can keep breathing, keep watching the sun rise in the east and set in the west—"

A strange purple hue quickly spread deep within Wang Dian's pupils, replacing the last shred of reason.

"So what if you've fallen into demonic possession?"

The moment the words fell—

boom!!!

A surge of filthy demonic energy erupted from Wang Dian's body!

Like the filthiest oil, it instantly stained and devoured his earthy yellow dragon turtle appearance!

The once solemn and dignified image of the dragon turtle has now become ferocious and distorted.

The carapace was covered with strange patterns, and the coiled dragon phantom transformed into a howling demonic shadow. The entire Dharma form exuded a nauseating ominousness and despair!

"They won't let me live..."

"Then I'll tear you apart! I'll chew you up!! I'll use your blood, your souls, to fill my life!!!"

"die--!!!"

Wang Dian completely abandoned the remaining members of the Wang family who were wailing and despairing in the ruins behind him.

The jet-black dragon-turtle statue let out a deafening roar, ignoring the cannonballs fired from all around.

Enveloped in raging demonic flames, it charged wildly toward Deputy Director Liu and the Iron Army Formation!