I've become the emperor of humanity, and only now is spiritual energy reviving?

Dead silence.

Only the headless corpse of the priest on the ground twitched twice more.

"We need to prevent them from resurrecting..."

So An Sheng raised his foot again and, following the Mozambican shooting method of "one shot to the head, two shots to the chest," stomped right through the priest's left and right breasts.

Now, the old corpse finally fell completely still.

An Sheng nodded in satisfaction.

—The more he listened to the old man talk about how much mysterious knowledge, curses, and magic he had mastered in the past thirty years, the more frightened he became.

If the extremely dangerous priest were to react in time to cast his spell, the outcome would be far from certain.

After all, An Sheng was just an ordinary, all-around high school student surrounded by this group of cultists, this group of thugs who dared to openly kidnap so many people.

With the death of the priest.

Naturally, the originally grand sacrificial ceremony was completely interrupted, and the entire altar and crystal coffin returned to their somber state.

Under such suffocating pressure, some members of the All Souls Supremacy Society could no longer bear it and, filled with fear, tried to escape.

And the next moment.

boom!

The dull thud of bones colliding with the rock wall echoed outwards.

The ordinary members only felt a blink of an eye before the member who was about to run out of the hall became a bloody corpse, and was brought back by An Sheng, who had one hand in his pocket, by the back of his neck.

An Sheng released his grip, letting the corpse slide to the ground like a boneless mass of soft flesh, and said with a smile,

"Anyone who dares to run away again will suffer the same fate."

As a result, no one in the hall dared to move even a little, and even their breathing was almost completely suppressed.

"That's more like it."

After An Sheng finished doing all this to prevent any cultists from taking the opportunity to escape from the bunker, he looked at Badura, who was bowing deeply to the headless corpse of the priest and earnestly praying.

You can see obscure black runes on his rough, yellowish-black skin.

"A secret technique, huh? This Southeast Asian is indeed no simpleton..."

Just as An Sheng was preparing for a brutal, hand-to-hand battle, he suddenly saw Badura extend his large, fan-like hand into his waist.

Then, with surprising ease, he pulled out a small black pistol.

He drew his gun, disengaged the safety, and pulled the trigger in one fluid motion!

Bang bang bang bang!

Without hesitation, he emptied the magazine towards An Sheng!

The gunshots were deafening in the closed and silent hall, and the smell of gunpowder and smoke gradually rose into the air.

But along with it rose An Sheng's voice, which had somehow appeared behind Badulla.

"Don't you understand that times have changed, you Southeast Asian monkeys!"

Using his true qi, An Sheng squeezed out two tiny bullets that barely penetrated the flesh, then grinned maliciously and sank his fist deep into Badula's side.

"—You think you can kill me with a gun? You sissy .22 can't do that!"

Badura, who was almost punched in the liver, barely suppressed the urge to vomit blood and rolled away to dodge the follow-up powerful swing punch that made the air whistle.

"Damn it, even pistol bullets could barely hurt this kid... Could he be the Grandmaster of Internal Energy from the Eastern Xia Commandery that the priest mentioned?"

"But we definitely didn't go to the town..."

Badulla, panting heavily, casually tossed his empty pistol aside.

He clenched his fists tightly, and the dark runes around his body gradually became clearer, which actually made his already strong body swell up again, making him over two meters tall!

"I'll kill you! To avenge my teacher!"

Badulla roared and opened his arms, pressing down like an enraged brown bear.

"good!"

An Sheng never expected that after realizing that even a pistol was ineffective against him, this Southeast Asian would still confront him head-on.

He smiled with delight and went to meet her without flinching.

Fist to fist!

Bone against bone!

Bang bang bang bang!

The sounds of flesh colliding were incessant.

In just a few seconds, the two humanoid monsters, whose physical abilities clearly exceeded human limits, had exchanged dozens of punches.

But soon, Badura could feel the intense pain coming from his fists.

Not only was the surface of the fist a bloody mess, but the thick bones inside were also covered with cracks.

In contrast, consider An Sheng.

His fist, enveloped in true qi, was not only unharmed, but he also opened his mouth and let out a chilling, maniacal laugh from his handsome face.

Closer... closer and closer...

An Sheng could feel it with perfect clarity.

The [mind], [body], and [technique] that he had been pursuing for several days were about to be perfectly integrated.

At this moment, An Sheng looked at Badura, whose face was contorted with rage, as if he were looking at a fascinating, oversized experience pack.

Hold on a little longer, I hope you can hold on even longer...

And Badura, naturally, responded with all his might!

"Die! Die ...

The guardian Vajra from the Supreme All Spirits Society wanted to unleash all his anger and power to smash this ignorant Dongxia brat into a pulp.

Then, it came to an abrupt end.

The deep, furious roar seemed to be paused, and along with Badura's upper body, it flew more than ten meters away.

Colorful entrails fell down, drenching the head of a lucky cult member.

Unsustainable passion without the support of real strength can never surpass the calm and solid practice of meditation and asceticism.

Standing at the edge of the altar, An Sheng, whose mere presence distorted the surrounding air, lowered her head, glanced at Badura, who was now only half-dead, and chuckled softly.

"Bhadura, I'll probably never forget you in this lifetime."

The primordial Qi permeates the entire body, and the Qi and blood rise from the top of the head like smoke.

The quality and quantity of true qi surged, and the physical body was completely renewed.

At this moment, An Sheng has undoubtedly achieved perfect mastery of mind, body, and skills, and has broken through to become a true martial artist!

With a slight thought, he used his true qi to shake away all the blood attached to his body, and then looked again at the silent and motionless cultists.

An Sheng smiled brightly and asked, "The main culprit is dead. Does anyone want to live?"

A commotion immediately broke out below.

Several older cult members have started begging for mercy, saying things like "Please let me go," "I will turn myself in," and "I will repent," but even dogs wouldn't believe such nonsense.

"It seems everyone has realized their mistakes and is willing to go to jail. Good, that's good."

An Sheng slowly walked up to the guard who had first followed him—the tattooed boy named Xiao Xiao.

Xiao Xiao's teeth chattered, her legs trembled, and before An Sheng could speak, she was so frightened that she fell to the ground with a thud.

A moment later, as if grasping at a straw, Xiao looked up and stammered, "I...I'm only thirteen years old, I'm a minor!"

"I know the law; minors can't be sentenced to death! You can't kill me!"

"—You can send so many people to their deaths so easily, without ever considering the possibility of being killed yourself?"

An Sheng smiled indifferently.

That smile plunged Xiao into despair. He scrambled backward, screaming, "Police! Where are the police! Help me, I need to see the police!"

"Underage?"

An Sheng raised his fist and smiled kindly.

"I'll send you to be the unborn one instead."