At the start, remove human limitations and start killing!

Compared to the heated discussion that everyone had just had during the meeting.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the conference hall instantly became heavy.

It was as if something heavy was pressing down on everyone's heart.

Yang Zhen was the first to speak.

He looked at Chu Xun and spoke in a low voice.

"Chu Si."

"How's the situation inside the city?"

As soon as those words were spoken...

The others also looked at Chu Xun.

Zhao Zhifang, Chen Tianyong, Wang Yi'an, and others all had obvious concern in their eyes.

For 99% of the people in the outer city, the self-circulating city is like a heavenly palace, unattainable.

They were completely unaware of whatever happened.

Only Yang Zhen and Chu Xun, who had some status and held high positions, were exceptions.

Only then did I learn some of the true situation.

Upon hearing this, Chu Xun remained silent for a few seconds.

He sighed.

"Not very good."

He paused, then continued.

"The invasions by the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect were mostly concentrated in the inner city."

"The fighting is fierce."

He looked out the window at the ruins of Jinghai City, ravaged by war.

"In the past two days, we have fought two major battles with the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect."

"The scale appears to be large, and the damage and impact are very serious..."

He looked back.

"But in reality, compared to the inner city..."

"That's already considered a small-scale operation."

"Most of the powerful members of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect were blocked in the inner city."

The meeting room fell silent for a few seconds.

Zhao Zhifang looked worried and asked.

"So what should we do?"

Chu Xun looked at him, his voice turning deep.

"What should we do?"

"The inner city has its own battlefield, and our outer city has its own battlefield."

"Regarding invaders like the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect."

"Do you intend to give up the fight?"

Zhao Zhifang's expression changed, and he quickly offered an explanation.

"No, Chu Si, I didn't mean that..."

Chen Tianyong also spoke up at this moment to help Zhao Zhifang out of the predicament.

"Chu Si, don't get agitated."

"Team Leader Zhao is only worried about Yi Guo's safety."

"We are the same."

"But no matter what, our most important task right now is to deal with the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect."

"Just as Chu Si said, the inner city has its own battlefield."

"Then all we need to do is win the battle that belongs to the outer city."

Chu Xun nodded, his tone softening.

"Um."

"Although Team Leader Chen's words are a bit convoluted, his reasoning is sound."

"That's also what headquarters thinks."

"So when I applied for support, they immediately agreed."

His tone was solemn.

"Not only did they agree, but they also raised the scale of the crackdown to the highest level."

"We must deal with the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect as soon as possible."

Wang Yi'an suddenly spoke up.

"Speaking of which..."

"Less than two days after the last major battle at night, they quickly regrouped and clashed with us a second time."

He frowned, analyzing the reasons behind it.

"Clearly, they are very confident in themselves."

"This also shows that they are in a hurry."

"They want to take over our outer city quickly."

Chu Xun sneered.

"hehe."

"They underestimated us."

This was followed by further discussion and in-depth study of the strategy and details.

The main points of the meeting.

The key is to stabilize the situation and avoid losing composure.

We must gather our forces as soon as possible and eliminate the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect.

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the other side.

It was late at night, and the old factory building was still there.

The remaining 12 true disciples of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect have all gathered here.

Everyone looked grim, and they all had injuries of varying degrees.

Someone had their arm broken, and they forcibly reattached it using blood flames.

Someone had bandages wrapped around their chest, and blood was seeping through the bandages.

Some people were pale, clearly having lost too much blood.

Even if it's Kong Fuxian.

This true disciple, stationed in the outer city, is a powerful expert with a combat strength of 99.

He's in very poor condition right now.

He had a huge wound on his waist, running from his left side to his right abdomen, almost as if he had been cut in half.

The wound, enveloped in crimson flames, was slowly healing.

But his face was as cold as ice, and his eyes were as cold as knives.

"What a fine earth-punishing official."

He spoke slowly, his voice somber.

"They actually deployed a Starshine Mechanic."

"Okay, okay, is this how you play it?"

He punched the pillar next to him.

"Bang!"

The pillar was blown open, leaving a crater.

His expression revealed resentment as he gritted his teeth and said.

"Wait."

"You just wait."

A Starshine Divine Mechanic is equivalent to a Wanfen Realm expert in the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect.

Combat power starts at one million and can reach up to five million.

I thought everyone was evenly matched and the winner would be determined by sheer strength.

However, the other side disregarded martial ethics and sent someone with a higher level of skill to fight.

This battle resulted in the loss of ten of their true disciples.

Can this hatred be tolerated?

I can't stand even a little bit.

Zhong Tao was also furious.

He pointed to the almost penetrating wound on his chest.

"They lack martial ethics."

"Are you trying to play the bullying game with us?"

He sneered.

"hehe."

"My Ten Thousand Immortals Sect is not without its own powerful figures."

He looked at Kong Fuxian, his expression also filled with resentment.

"Brother Kong, this matter cannot be left unresolved."

Kong Fuxian nodded, his tone gradually calming down.

"That's for sure."

"I will report this to the sect and have them send Deacon Wan Fen here."

"A Starlight Mechanic?"

"I'd like to see."

"How long can that woman be so arrogant?"

Then, everyone began to take stock of the losses.

Ten true disciples have perished.

The other disciples all suffered injuries, some more serious than others.

Countless core disciples were killed or injured.

Kong Fuxian's expression grew increasingly grim.

Zhong Tao asked with a solemn expression.

"Brother Kong, what should we do next?"

"Should we continue the war in Jinghai City?"

"Or should we move to another city?"

He thought for a moment and then offered his suggestion.

"For example, Shanghai and Yueyang."

"Their god-level team has already come here to provide support, leaving the city vulnerable."

"Why don't we catch them off guard?"

But Kong Fuxian shook his head and rejected the idea.

"Transfer?"

"Isn't that just admitting defeat?"

"Our Ten Thousand Immortals Sect has many powerful members who have suppressed them so much in the Self-Circulating City that they can't even raise their heads."

"So we're in the outer city, just trying to scrape by, and now we have to move? Are we going to resort to those petty theft tricks?"

His tone was cold, carrying an air of arrogance.

"I am Kong Fuxian."

"I can't bear the shame."

Zhong Tao nodded.

They come from the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect and have their own unique sense of pride.

This pride is ingrained in their bones; they will never be allowed to bow their heads.

"That's right."

"If we're going to fight, let's fight fair and square."

"Suppress everything with absolute power."

Leaving that aside, the group finally began to discuss countermeasures.

After some discussion, it was decided to postpone the operation.

We are waiting for reinforcements from within the church.

A fierce glint flashed in Kong Fuxian's eyes.

"Wait until the arrival of the ten thousand powerful experts from within the sect."

"I want the Earthly Punishment Bureau to..."

"A blood debt must be a blood debtor."

After the discussion, everyone left one after another.

Only Kong Fuxian and Zhong Tao remained in the factory.

Zhong Tao suddenly asked.

"By the way, Brother Kong."

"What about Su Han?"

"Didn't you send Xue Cheng to capture Su Han?"

"How is it?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

P.S.: Wishing all readers who have read this far a happy and fulfilling 2026, with smooth sailing, all your wishes fulfilled, and abundant wealth!