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

That oppressive aura, carrying the sharpness and pressure unique to a Dharma Aspect Realm expert, was like an invisible mountain pressing down on Ji Zuodao.

Wang Bing had even thought of his next lines.

"Now you know how tough it is, right? Get your hands off me!"

He even planned out his tone and expression when he said those words, aiming for a condescending tone, with three parts disdain, three parts sarcasm, and four parts nonchalance.

However, the expected scene did not appear.

Ji Zuodao merely raised his eyelids, looked at him, and uttered a sentence that almost made Wang Bing vomit blood:

Did you fart?

What the hell is that?!

Wang Bing almost failed to break through the defense.

No, what's wrong? The intimidation isn't working?

That was the full pressure of his Dharma Aspect Realm cultivation!

Even cultivators at the same level couldn't completely ignore it, right? They would be affected to some extent!

But this person in front of me, let alone being affected, didn't even flinch. It was as if his oppressive aura was just a fart that vanished in an instant.

Is it going to be another Dharma form?

Really? They look about my age!

He has the destiny of a celestial child, so what makes the other person so special?

Wang Bing was starting to lose his composure.

From childhood to adulthood, he has always been the most outstanding one.

Among his peers, he has the highest level of cultivation, the best talent, and the strongest background.

He was used to looking down on others and being looked up to.

Today, he was first beaten to the ground, and now he's being examined like an animal. His intimidation was completely ignored.

The difference is too great.

It was so big that his pride couldn't take it.

The king did not believe in superstitions.

He exerted his pressure again.

This time, he used almost all his strength, his spiritual power in his spiritual sea surging wildly, condensing his pressure into a single line, and pressing down fiercely on Ji Zuodao.

Ji Zuodao blinked, but didn't react.

Wang Bing released it again.

Ji Zuodao yawned.

Wang Bing released it again.

Ji Zuodao picked at his ear.

Wang Bing released it again.

Ji Zuodao looked down at his watch.

Wang Bing wanted to release more—

"Are you ever going to shut up, you fucking bastard?"

Ji Zuodao was a little annoyed.

What, you've become addicted to it?

He didn't actually mean to mock him. Right now, the pressure from the Dharma Aspect Realm is like a fart to him. It disappears as soon as it hits him, and he doesn't even feel it.

Although I didn't feel anything, it was still really uncomfortable to see you peeing on him repeatedly.

He was too lazy to waste any more words on this imposter.

boom!

An oppressive aura pressed down on Wang Bing.

That oppressive aura was as vast as the sea, carrying an irresistible domineering and majestic force.

Wang Bing felt as if he had been swept into a raging storm, like a small boat tossed and turned in a bloody storm, and could be torn to pieces at any moment.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Wang Bing raised his head and looked at the man in front of him who looked exactly like him, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"God... Divine Power Realm?"

"Damn it... is he at the Divine Power Realm?"

How is that possible?

Nowadays, those in the Great Han Dynasty who possess the strength of the Divine Power Realm are all from the older generation!

They are those old monsters who have cultivated for hundreds of years!

And this guy in front of me, who looks about the same age as me, is already at the Divine Power Realm?

Are you kidding me?

Wang Bing always felt that he had used his cheat code big enough.

A celestial child is born with a wisp of celestial energy, and their cultivation speed is more than ten times that of ordinary people.

He thought he was the chosen one, destined to stand at the top, but now he realizes he's nothing.

Compared to the man in front of him, his achievements are simply a joke.

He suddenly remembered a saying: "There are heavens beyond heavens, and people beyond people."

He used to think that was nonsense. There's always someone better, and he was the boss!

Now he believes it; he has seen that sky.

Ji Zuodao ignored Wang Bing's complex thoughts.

He withdrew his oppressive aura, clapped his hands, then squatted down and carefully examined Wang Bing's face, becoming more and more satisfied with the look.

"Damn, you've really mastered the art of disguise."

"You, take off your mask. I need to go back and study it."

Ji Zuodao spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, as if he were saying, "Your clothes are nice, take them off and let me wear them."

Wang Bing was stunned.

"Huh? What painted skin?"

He looked completely bewildered, unable to understand what Ji Zuodao was saying at all.

Is this guy out of his mind? His face is natural, it's exactly like his father's, where did this fake face come from?

Unfortunately, Ji Zuodao interpreted Wang Bing's bewilderment as a lack of cooperation, scheming, and unwillingness to give.

As for Ji Zuodao, everyone knows that he will do anything to get what he sets his sights on, even resorting to trickery and deception.

When he was little, he took a fancy to his third master's fan and tried to steal it three times. Even after two brooms were broken, he didn't give up and finally succeeded.

Although he eventually broke the fan, his determination to "get what he wants" was ingrained in his very being.

Seeing that Wang Bing seemed unwilling to cooperate, Ji Zuodao stopped wasting words.

He reached out and pinched Wang Bing's face, ready to personally peel off this "painted skin".

His fingers rested on the edge of Wang Bing's jawbone, feeling the texture and elasticity of that skin.

Yes, it feels nice, smooth and delicate, and it's been well-maintained.

I don't know what materials it's made of; I'll have to investigate it properly later.

Looking into Ji Zuodao's earnest eyes and feeling the hand pinching his face, Wang Bing suddenly felt a strange unease.

His gaze was so focused, so earnest, like a butcher eyeing a pig about to be slaughtered.

Wang Bing's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his voice trembling slightly, tinged with fear.

"W-what are you doing? What do you want to do?"

His voice echoed in the empty cell, carrying a helpless, pitiful, mournful cry like that of a small animal about to be slaughtered.

Ji Zuodao grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. The smile, in the dim light, appeared somewhat eerie.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm very skilled, I promise it won't hurt."

With a slight pressure, he began to try to peel off that "painted skin".

Wang Bing felt his face being lifted upwards by a force.

His heart began to pound wildly.

His pupils began to contract sharply. His brain began to work at breakneck speed.

Then, he let out a piercing scream:

"Help!!! Someone's trying to skin me alive!!!"

The sound pierced through the cell walls, through the corridor, through the entire 749 Bureau building, echoing in the air and carrying far, far away.

Zhang Yucheng, who was drinking tea in his office, suddenly trembled slightly and spilled a few drops of tea.

He raised his head, looked in the direction of the cell, and a helpless, bitter smile appeared on his face.

"What's that kid up to now?"