Curse Reply: I'm going to fight the Myriad Corpse Immortal, the highest level one!

"Wow, it's already dark!"

Not just in the audience, and not just at Longhu Mountain, similar questions are being raised in various languages ​​across half the globe.

And the people on the other half of the Earth are:

"Holy crap, it's already light?"

In the next instant, everything returned to normal.

To avoid global chaos, or at least to avoid global chaos within this month, Xia Jie set the duration of the command to only one second.

"Haha, Bao'er, was that an illusion, or am I going crazy?"

"I don't know."

Zhang Chulan looked up at the blinding sun that had returned, chuckled dryly, his heart pounding like a drum, and cold sweat slowly seeping from his back.

Everyone on the field, including him, who heard that English instruction and had a certain level of English proficiency, shared the same feeling.

Did Xia Jie, sitting in the audience, really command time in that instant?

Zhang Chulan glanced around at the confusion and shock written on the faces of everyone present. He understood that even if it was an illusion, being able to induce illusions in so many people at the same time was truly a remarkable skill.

It truly lives up to its reputation as the Law of the Heavenly Demon, which allows for free transformation.

The dozen or so Minecraft players present felt this even more deeply.

"Steve is here???"

"666, instant creation, no need to act anymore."

"Damn it! Fuck it! We're villagers now!"

Zhang Zhiwei sighed, stood up, and patted Lu Jin's shoulder, which was tense due to the strange phenomenon.

"See, Lao Lu, this is why I can't laugh. The method Xia Jie comprehended... seems to be real. The world is about to be thrown into chaos because of him alone."

"And it's a complete upheaval."

Zhang Zhiwei jumped off the field, tossing Zhang Lingyu, who was standing there in a daze, into the audience:

"Since you enjoy fighting so much, how about I become your opponent?"

"Of course, I've already announced my membership in the Quanxing Sect, so what if you try to kill me, old man?"

"Furthermore, whether you want to obtain the extraordinary skills I have come up with, or you want to nip my extraordinary wisdom in the bud, now is the best time."

"Before I begin my cultivation, while my body and soul are still mortal, and while my mental capacity is limited and I cannot execute too many commands simultaneously, let's do it now."

"Moreover, you can all come at me together to deal with this evil heretic, without having to worry about fairness or morality."

"However, before you take action, remember to make one thing clear, and that is—"

"You are the challengers."

Xia Jie wiped away the nosebleed that had flowed from her nose, caused by forcibly overclocking her brain to maintain the intermediate command for a second.

The intermediate-level command is too complex; if it takes another two seconds, his consciousness will be disrupted. Sigh, the spell is still chasing him.

While pondering, Xia Jie raised her right hand again and gave everyone present a big middle finger.

"I'm not targeting anyone in particular."

"I just want to say that everyone here is trash, and your teachers are also trash who can't become immortals."

As soon as the arrogant words were spoken, many of the extraordinary individuals present, who were trembling with fear and almost ready to flee, had their pride and respect for their teachers and elders triggered on the spot, and their expressions became less than pleasant.

This time, it's still pre-battle trash talk and full-map taunting.

The field of human psychology.

Although it wasn't done sincerely, it was really useful. If the quantum field is the control panel of the universe, then psychology is the control panel of humanity, and language is the command.

"Good lad."

A solid, golden light emanated from Zhang Zhiwei's body.

"Everyone, since Mr. Xia Jie, who has clearly joined Quanxing, has made the request, what are we waiting for? Those who want to take action, come and join me."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Zhiwei had already vanished from his spot. The blazing golden light, condensed into threads, sliced ​​through the air, carrying immense power as it slashed towards Xia Jie's head, aiming for a fatal blow.

He didn't understand why Xia Jie was so fond of war and death, but he didn't want the future of humanity to fall into the hands of a warmongering madman, so he and Xia Jie hit it off immediately.

Although he knew that Xia Jie was probably not as easy to kill as he seemed, he still chose to go all out. After all, what if something unexpected happened?

What if he wins?

"Command: Restore my physical condition and allow it to regenerate permanently in my brain."

"Instructions: All non-command-based supernatural abilities, except those of Zhang Zhiwei, are prohibited here."

"Instructions: halt all changes here for nine seconds. Only I am allowed to move freely."

Xia Jie pushed her mental abilities to the limit, simultaneously sending out three low-level commands in an instant.

Therefore, all things on Longhu Mountain obeyed the command and stopped evolving.

The direction of time is manifested in change; when change stops, time loses its meaning.

With a hundred kinds of martial arts skills, this is Zawarudo!

The first second has passed.

Xia Jie lowered her head, dodging the "golden slash line" aimed at her head and the dozen or so golden light blades used to block her movement. She also took the opportunity to look around the scene and observe everyone's positions and movements.

Second to fourth seconds.

Xia Jie placed Lu Jin, Feng Zhenghao, Lü Ci, and several minor superhumans side by side in front of the golden light blade line, wedging their hips onto the sharp blade.

Fifth to seventh seconds.

Xia Jie moved the iron spike that Quanxing had thrown at her, which had broken the disguise effect and revealed the ugly true form due to the use of Qi, to the foreheads of Wang Ai, Wang Bing and other members of the Wang family.

Eighth to ninth seconds.

Xia Jie deflected all twelve Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives that were aimed at him.

Five of them, by predicting the movement trajectory, targeted five unknown older generation extraordinary individuals with considerable Qi.

The other six weapons were aimed at Zhang Lingyu, blocking all his evasion paths.

Then Xia Jie took the last throwing knife and placed it behind Jia Zhengliang, who was controlling the throwing knives, with the tip of the knife aimed at the back of his head.

Although he could go even further in pursuit of maximum damage, even stopping time for an even longer period, there's no need; he prefers to leave challengers a glimmer of hope.

"I declare that time has begun to flow."

In an instant, the world turned upside down.

The question is, how should a supernatural being, whose magic is banned and who has lost his protective energy, react to and defend against the residual kinetic energy in a flying projectile?

The answer is that the reaction is too slow, and the defense is even less effective.

First, there was the golden silk blade that wasn't forbidden by the law. Even though Zhang Zhiwei reacted quickly, Lu Jin, Feng Zhenghao, Lü Ci, and the others still covered their genitals with cold sweat on their faces.

Then came the hidden iron spikes. Having lost control of their object manipulation abilities, they carried kinetic energy and pierced through the foreheads of Wang Bing and the others.

The unfriendly Wang Ai, and the arrogant Wang Bing who seems to have been corrupted by fire, are both out.

Next came the throwing knives. Zhang Lingyu was saved in time by Zhang Zhiwei, and only a few fingers were taken away by the throwing knives. Jia Zhengliang and the others, who had no one to help them, simply quit Earth Online and waited for the server-wide event and resurrection benefits a month later.

Xiao Xiao's soul-shattering breath, Zhang Chulan's palm thunder, Shan Shitong's talisman, Xiao Zizai's Great Compassion Hand, and Feng Baobao's Eighteen Forms of Awei all lost their power due to Xia Jie's forbidden technique.

All that remained was the gusts of wind generated by the moves, whistling wildly across the arena and kicking up clouds of dust.

"How is my martial arts?"

The entire room fell silent, except for one person who spoke.

Never before had the supernatural beings felt such fear of a single voice as they did now.