Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Those believers who had unwavering faith in the Holy Lord exchanged bewildered glances, and upon hearing this, their eyes turned hostile towards Han Chuanyou in the arena.

The two large sumo wrestlers moved forward together.

"How dare you disturb the Master's Dharma assembly! Lie down!"

On one side was a tall, slender, mysterious man, and on the other side were two giant men as big as mountains of flesh. The difference in size alone made everyone present think that this uninvited guest who had suddenly barged in would definitely have a terrible end.

Seeing that Han Chuan Yu remained unmoved, standing still as if stunned, Ohno Shuhei felt that he had made the right bet.

Legend has it that Death wields a long sword and possesses exceptional swordsmanship, yet this person arrives empty-handed. He must be some hothead trying to cause trouble and imitate Death.

Han Chuanyou looked at the two guardians who were crashing into him.

Sumo wrestler?

Today, he will break through it with force.

The first guardian rushed forward, his giant, fan-like hand slapping towards Han Chuanyou's head. He moved, dodging the slap by the side, and his right fist slammed out from his waist, striking the opponent's abdomen.

"Bang!"

The dull thud was like the beating of a drum, and the thick layer of fat on the guardian's body vibrated violently, but it could not block the powerful penetrating force.

The force of the punch penetrated through the fat and reached the internal organs, instantly rupturing the liver and spleen. The obese body of the protector hunched over, his eyeballs bulged out, and a mouthful of blood gushed from his throat.

"Ugh!"

He let out a bloodcurdling scream, his knees buckled, and his massive body collapsed with a crash. Blood gushed from his mouth and nose, mixed with shattered pieces of internal organs, staining the ground a dark red.

After twitching twice, it became still.

Seeing this, the second guardian's eyes flashed with fear, but he could no longer stop his momentum. He gritted his teeth, opened his arms and pounced on him, trying to use his weight to suppress him.

Han Chuanyou stepped forward, grabbed the other person's outstretched right arm, twisted his waist, lowered his body, and forcefully pulled him up from the ground. Then, he slammed him to the ground like a ball of flesh.

The ground shook from the impact, and the protector was paralyzed, unable to get up, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with terror, and pleaded with difficulty, "Spare me..."

But before he could finish begging for mercy, Han Chuanyou's fist had already slammed into his temple.

"Bang!"

With a crack, the skull shattered.

Blood gushed from his mouth and nose, his eyes rolled back, his body convulsed twice, and he quickly stopped breathing.

Having easily subdued the two, Han Chuan You put away his fist and stood upright in the center of the courtyard.

The left punch deals high damage, and the right punch deals high damage.

The satisfying feeling of each punch landing on your flesh is truly powerful and exhilarating!

Shuhei Ohno stood on the high platform, staring in astonishment at the scene before him. His two most capable protectors had been dealt with so easily with their bare hands.

Seeing Han Chuan You's gaze turn to him, his heart tightened, and he brandished his staff like a madman, shouting hoarsely:

"He's just strong, and he's unarmed. Attack! The Holy Lord is with you and will grant you strength!!"

Then, he raised his staff high, chanted incantations, and pretended to perform what he called divine magic.

The guard wielding the katana felt as if he were truly being watched by the Holy Lord.

They surrounded Han Chuanyou, their samurai swords aimed at every vital spot on his body.

Han Chuanyou calmly raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and made a gun-pointing gesture.

"Are you kidding me? You think we'll be scared just because you're holding your hand like a gun?"

The lead guard sneered and swung his knife at him.

"Give me the sine—"

"Boom."

Han Chuan You uttered a single word softly.

The next instant, a bloody hole appeared out of thin air in the center of the guard's forehead. The front of his forehead was a small hole the size of a marble, but the back of his head exploded with a fist-sized gap, and blood mist gushed out from the back of his head, covering the faces of the people behind him.

"How...how is this possible..."

His eyes were glazed over, he opened his mouth, then his body arched backward and fell to the ground with a dull thud.

This bizarre scene turned Ohno Shuhei's face deathly pale.

This... are you kidding me!

After a brief moment of fear, the surrounding guards met Han Chuanyou's murderous gaze, and their expressions returned to fanaticism.

"Impossible! God protect me! Die!"

These people followed one after another, almost forgetting about life and death.

This is what makes cults so despicable.

This level of brainwashing can even erase basic fears of life and death.

These people can easily do inhumane things without any psychological burden.

Han Chuanyou pointed his finger at the person who was approaching. Before the knife even reached him, a bloody hole appeared on the person's forehead, and he collapsed to the ground.

The other guards were shocked by the scene.

How could the Holy Lord's protection be ineffective? The enemy must be a demon from hell!

Next, Han Chuanyou didn't let any of them go. Every time he pointed at someone, someone would fall to the ground.

In the end, all the guards were wiped out.

Han Chuan You withdrew his hand, looked at Da Ye Shuhei on the high platform, and asked calmly, "Where is your Holy Lord? Why hasn't he come to rescue you yet?"

Seeing that Ohno Shuhei had taken a step back in fright, he thought to himself that this was boring and slowly turned his finger toward the surrounding followers.

"Do you believe in the Holy Lord?" He pointed his finger at a woman with a deacon's insignia on her head.

The woman closed her eyes, her lips trembling, and muttered something.

Han Chuanyou's eyes turned cold. A bloody hole appeared on the woman's forehead, and her body slumped to the ground. The remaining members of the cult, still possessing some sense, quickly moved aside.

"And you?" He pointed to the next follower with a title above their head. "And you... Oh, and you too..."

Some of those who were pointed at showed fear, some closed their eyes and pretended to be dead, and some murmured "May the Holy Lord bless us," as if as long as they were sincere, the Holy Lord would send down a miracle and bless them to ascend to heaven.

As for those who want to escape, these people have reached such positions by pulling many people down or sacrificing their wives and daughters, according to the usual promotion methods of cults. Han Chuanyou naturally has no intention of letting them go, and the final outcome will be the same for all of them.

He called out the names of those who wore the insignia of deacons, elders, and priests one by one.

Seeing the usually high-ranking deacons and elders lying in pools of blood, the other members began to panic.

"Master... save us..."

"This is a demon! Your Excellency, unleash your divine power!"

The remaining fanatical believers looked up at the high platform with expectant expressions. In their hearts, their leader was omnipotent and would surely be able to subdue this demon.

Shuhei Ohno's body trembled uncontrollably, and a wet patch was visible on his robe.

He doesn't have divine power. If he did, would he still be in the mood to fight with these people?

So... there really is a God...

After all these years of swindling and deceiving people under the guise of God, have I finally attracted the attention of a real deity?

He looked at the expectant eyes of the followers, and at the corpses with bloody holes in their heads scattered all over the ground, finally meeting Han Chuanyou's cold gaze, as if he were looking at dead people.

Fearing that his hand would point at him, Ohno Shuhei's knees buckled, and he knelt down.

"I...I was wrong, I was lying, I don't have divine power, I only did these things for pleasure, Death...Death, I was wrong, forgive me, I will be your most loyal believer from now on, I have money, I will give you all these saintesses, please let me go..."

Seeing their once high and mighty leader now adopting such a cowardly and ugly posture in order to save his own life, the eyes of the believers below the stage changed from fanaticism to blankness, and then to bewilderment.

They were so devout that they would offer their wives and daughters to him for his pleasure, just so I could receive the protection and blessing of the Holy Lord. But it turned out to be a lie; it only satisfied the greedy appetite of an ordinary person.

"Yeah?"

Han Chuanyou continued calling out names, and after dealing with the last fanatical cultist, he stepped towards the altar.

He pointed to his large, fleshy head.

"Then you can go die too."

Karmic Fire instantly appeared in his hand, black and red flames coiling around the whip.

The whip fell heavily, and karmic fire seeped into his body.

In the next instant, countless images flashed through Shuhei Ohno's mind.

The believers who were swindled out of their entire fortunes, the persecuted girls who were sacrificed to the church...

The images conveyed the victims' suffering, making him feel as if a thousand needles were tormenting his nerves, causing pain far exceeding physical discomfort.

Shuhei Ohno howled and rolled on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames, but to no avail; the flames on his body only burned more fiercely.

Flames gradually covered his entire body, including his mouth and nose.

A moment later, only a pool of grayish-white ashes remained on the ground.

The remaining, still conscious members of the church watched this scene with increasingly blank expressions, while Han Chuan You had disappeared without anyone knowing when.