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

At this moment, three hundred meters underground in the Wang family's forbidden area.

Wang Zanghai was lying in the bronze coffin, fast asleep, dreaming of the Spring and Autumn Annals.

In his dream, he returned to his youth, full of vigor and ambition, roaming the world, and everyone who saw him had to call him a prince.

Then he was woken up.

Wang Zanghai frowned and reluctantly woke up from his deep sleep.

He opened his eyes, a hint of displeasure flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

He hates being woken up when he's sleeping.

Especially when having sweet dreams.

At that moment, Wang Zhenshan's voice transmitted to his ear:

"Ancestor! Help! Someone has come to our door! The Wang family is doomed!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Zanghai frowned even more deeply.

They've come knocking on our door?

Who is so bold as to dare to plot against the Wang family?

Did he not know that Wang Zanghai was still alive?

Doesn't he know that Wang Zanghai is a big shot in the Divine Treasure Realm?

Although he is injured and his cultivation has plummeted, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. His foundation at the Divine Realm is still there, and ordinary people are really no match for him.

He released his divine sense and probed outwards—

Good guy.

The courtyard was filled with powerful demons, their demonic aura soaring to the heavens and blotting out the sun.

A young man stood in the council chamber, holding a human tendon in his hand, talking to another young man next to him, a bright smile on his face.

A mangled, bloody figure lay on the ground, no longer resembling a human being, but more like a pile of disassembled parts that hadn't been put back together.

Wang Zanghai gasped.

What the hell is going on?

Has the Wang family's property been ransacked?

Wang Zanghai snorted coldly, urging the little spiritual power he had left to sit up from the coffin.

Then--

"Bang!!!"

A loud bang.

The entire bronze coffin shuddered violently.

The array on the surface of the coffin suddenly lit up with a blinding light, flickered wildly a few times, and then dimmed again.

Wang Zanghai was so shocked by this that he was completely disoriented, his head was buzzing, and it felt like someone had hit him with a gong next to his ear.

Before he could even react to what was happening, there was another loud bang.

"Bang!!!"

The coffin trembled again.

The array flickered again, and this time, several array runes shattered, turning into specks of starlight and dissipating into the air.

Wang Zanghai's expression changed instantly.

Although he was lying in the coffin, he could clearly sense that something was outside, hitting his coffin lid again and again.

Moreover, the force was astonishing.

Even the array runes he had placed on the surface of the coffin couldn't withstand it.

"Who?! Who's outside?!"

Wang Zanghai roared, his voice carrying a hint of shock, anger, and panic.

In all his years of life, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

Did someone smash his coffin?

What the hell is this?

No one answered him from outside.

The response he received was a third strike.

"Bang!!!"

This time, the runes on the surface of the coffin shattered completely.

Dense cracks, like a spider web, instantly covered the entire surface of the coffin.

The bronze coffin let out a groan of unbearable weight, and then—

"boom!"

Torn apart.

Bronze fragments flew everywhere, hitting the walls of the secret chamber with a clattering sound.

Wang Zanghai was thus completely exposed to the air.

Before he could even see what was happening outside, a large hand, like an eagle snatching a chick, grabbed him by the back of the neck.

Then, an irresistible force came, and he was lifted out of the coffin as easily as lifting a dead dog.

Wang Zanghai was utterly horrified.

Although he was seriously injured and his cultivation level dropped drastically, he was still at least at the Divine Treasure Realm level.

To be able to pull him out of the coffin so easily, the other party's strength must be at least at the Divine Realm, or even higher.

He struggled to lift his head, trying to see the other person's face clearly.

Then he saw a face.

A face wearing a mahjong mask.

Behind the mask, a pair of eyes were watching him with a smile.

That smile made Wang Zanghai's heart skip a beat.

Damn, why does this look so familiar?

Wang Zanghai's body began to tremble involuntarily.

"Bang!"

A huge, golden hammer fell from the sky and smashed solidly onto his head.

The force, the accuracy—it was incredibly steady, precise, and ruthless.

Wang Zanghai was so stunned by the blow that he saw stars and was completely bewildered. Before he could even react to what was happening, the second hammer came down.

"Bang!"

Another muffled thud, like the tolling of a bell, echoed through the forbidden area.

Wang Zanghai was so dizzy from the two blows that he was like a drunkard, staggering and unable to stand steadily.

He was about to speak when the third, fourth, and fifth hammer blows came...

They pounded on him like it was free, one hammer blow after another, each one hitting him hard enough to leave him speechless.

Those two golden hammers, as if equipped with autopilot, took turns striking from the left and right, working together seamlessly.

You hit it once, I hit it once, like pounding rice cakes, full of rhythm.

Wang Zanghai's body sank deeper and deeper as he was hit.

He wanted to fight back, but the opponent's offensive was too fierce, giving him no chance to breathe.

He finally seized an opportunity, forcibly activated his spiritual power, and pulled out his supernatural powers and divine treasures.

However, the hammer's owner, upon seeing the mountain god, not only showed no fear but instead let out an excited, strange cry.

"Oh ho? The Mountain God? What a coincidence!"

With a wave of his hand, the man recreated the myth, pulling out a lion.

It was a huge lion, golden all over, with its mane burning like flames, majestic and exuding an aura of dominance.

As soon as the lion appeared, the temperature in the entire forbidden area seemed to drop several degrees, and the air seemed to freeze.

One of the Seven Great Sages – the Great Sage Who Moved Mountains, the Lion Camel King!

Wang Zanghai's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

No way, are you fucking cheating?

What does it mean for a mountain god to face off against the Lion Camel King?

That was a contractor who met his boss's boss.

The mountain god, who governs mountains and rivers, is considered a mid-level official in the land system.

Where is the Lion Camel King? The Monkey King who moved mountains!

They're professionals at moving mountains!

As someone who manages the mountains, you've encountered a professional mountain mover. What are you going to do to fight him?

Sure enough, the mountain god cowered as soon as the Lion Camel King appeared.

It began to tremble violently, like a leaf, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

The Lion Camel King glanced down at it, his gaze filled with authority and disdain, as if he were looking at a disobedient subordinate.

Then, the Lion Camel King stretched out his huge claws, grabbed a small mountain next to him, and smashed it down on the mountain god.

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar shook the earth.

The mountain god was struck squarely by the small mountain, let out a mournful cry, and then, like a punctured balloon, quickly shrank and dissipated into the air.

The resurgence of Wang Zanghai's myth was abruptly interrupted.

He groaned, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and staggered a few steps, almost losing his balance.

Taking advantage of the moment when his mind was in shock, the two golden hammers struck down once more.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Hammer after hammer blow, each blow hitting flesh, leaving Wang Zanghai unable to lift his head.

He was forcefully shoved into the ground, like a ginseng plant, his whole body embedded in the soil, with only his head sticking out, looking utterly pathetic.