Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

Ron was so angry he wanted to kill someone; his eyes were bloodshot as he pleaded with Jiang Mo:

"Yes, believe me, George is not the head of the lab..."

"Pfft!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ron followed in Leon's footsteps and died on the spot.

"God...."

Gade, a close friend, suddenly felt dizzy and his mind went blank with fear, overwhelmed by a deep sense of powerlessness.

In the past, he and Behemoth had destroyed many tribes in the primeval forests, captured various superhumans favored by the gods, and dissected and studied them at will to explore the secrets of their power. He had long believed that with the rapid development of technology, the so-called superhumans and the unknown creatures rumored to be gods were as weak as ants.

Even now, the bloody defeat has dealt him a heavy blow, at the cost of the deaths of hundreds of the company's elites and the fall of six of the most advanced biotechnological creations into enemy hands.

"You...you...you..."

"Why..."

Gade couldn't even utter a complete sentence. He was disheartened. The failure of this operation had caused Behemoth heavy losses. Even if he could return alive, he would not escape internal purges.

Seeing that he was contemplating suicide, Jiang Mo remained silent. A golden flame descended, staining Gade's clothes, and then the fire swelled up with the wind, engulfing him completely.

Of the four directors, only George was retained.

"Prepare all the rare research materials you can."

"I will pick it up in person two days later."

"Yes...yes..."

George was covered in sweat, still shaken, and his legs felt weak.

Then, Jiang Mo released six wisps of primordial Qi fire, implanting them into the brains of George and the other superhumans, allowing them to leave.

soon.

Lu Jin and You Sha appeared and reported on the situation of the surrounding area's clearing operation, ensuring that no escaped supernatural beings were missed.

"yours."

Jiang Mo tossed the transparent cube toward You Sha, which contained six bio-weapons. With the help of these high-quality materials, her necromancy skills might improve considerably.

"Thanks."

She whispered in the veil, bowing slightly to express her gratitude.

"Let's go."

Jiang Mo led them back, the silver light dispersing the dark clouds covering the entire sky, and they traveled freely, crossing thousands of miles.

......

moment.

Jiang Mo, Chengzhen, Zhuge Yu and others returned to the sect. It was 8 p.m. here. Changqing and the disciples came out to greet them, extremely excited.

"Uncle Master!!"

"Master!!"

"Master!"

Even though they had some idea of ​​the outcome of this battle, they still did not expect Jiang Mo's fierce fighting to be so powerful and overwhelming, leaving all the superhuman forces in the world pale in comparison and powerless to resist.

They set out at dusk and returned in triumph at night. This great battle lasted less than half an hour before ending with the annihilation of the enemy.

"Yu Huai?"

"Your disciple is here, please speak."

Yu Huai looked at his martial uncle with eyes full of admiration.

"In my name, send an email to all the Inhuman forces heading to North Colley Island on the dark web forums."

"Either they prepare the treasures and cultivation resources of their respective sects, come over to apologize with thorns on their backs, and kowtow with each step as they climb the more than a thousand stone steps of my mountain gate, or I go to their lair and personally interrogate them."

Jiang Mo's words, like the sound of morning bells and evening drums, reached Yu Huai's ears, and he nodded excitedly: "Yes!!!"

Nine o'clock.

After bathing and cleansing himself, Jiang Mo went to the fourth floor of the Sutra Repository. Yu Huai recorded the video for him again and uploaded it, announcing the results of the battle on North Kolai Island on the forum.

Within minutes, the entire forum was in an uproar. People from all over the world could hardly believe it was true, and some even questioned and ridiculed him, accusing him of not having gone to the appointment at all.

Unfortunately, their rumors quickly fell apart, and many forum users tried to contact the superhumans who went to participate in the battle, only to find that they had all lost contact.

Nearly two hours later, some people ventured out and witnessed the spectacular sight: the central area of ​​the island was shattered beyond recognition, riddled with missile bombardment marks, and there was a lava trench more than a kilometer long, as well as an unknown fissure tens of kilometers long, seemingly about to tear the entire island apart.

Everything is real.....

In the new century, Jiang Mo forged another legend, single-handedly defeating all challengers and accomplishing a feat that can only be described as a miracle!

Overnight, extraordinary individuals from all over the world were greatly shocked; however, those forces that received Jiang Mo's emails were unable to sleep all night.

"If you don't come to me, I'll go to you."

The concluding sentence is simple yet powerful, demonstrating the writer's resolute attitude.

Chapter 278 One step, one bow

On July 21, at noon, the Behemoth headquarters in New York, across the ocean, received news of a crushing defeat at the front. Within just half an hour, the situation was thrown into chaos, and the headquarters was on the verge of collapse.

Their past beliefs made it impossible for them to accept such an absurd fact, until the rescue helicopter returned carrying George and five Inhumans, completely shattering their remaining delusions.

George was rushed to the treatment room with a splitting headache, feeling as if every thought in his mind was being secretly watched, and experiencing intermittent throbbing pain that drove him to madness.

After examination, the medical expert from Behemoth examined the CT scan in his hand, carefully scrutinizing the foreign object embedded deep within the brain structure. His expression turned grave, and he shook his head regretfully, saying:

"Mr. George, it's a miracle you're still alive. We can't remove what's inside your brain, and its location is quite sensitive. If anything happens, there's no way we can save you..."

"It's over...it's all over..."

George slumped in his chair, his expression blank, feeling as if all his strength and soul had been drained away.

Whenever he had the thought of surgery, the flame rooted in his brain would react, burning so intensely that his face turned blue with veins, like a wounded wild beast.

Feeling dejected, George walked out of the medical room like a zombie.

He then urgently convened a board meeting to explain the events on the island to the other eight directors. In particular, when they heard about the tsunami that destroyed the cruiser, everyone frowned and felt despair.

Without a doubt, it was the work of the Eastern supernatural being. SP0 and SP13 were both captured. Behemoth suffered a crushing defeat in this war, and his fortune was almost completely depleted.

"Gentlemen of the board, this is the latest news we have received. Please take a look!"

Suddenly, one of the board assistants responsible for maintaining order at the meeting interrupted.

He projected images onto the screen, replacing the front-line photos documenting the island's battlefield with Jiang Mo's second recording, along with an email.

The video played gradually, showing Jiang Mo, in his victorious posture, issuing a final announcement to the defeated Behemoth, Holy Prison, the Directory, the Black Magic Council, Nathan Island, and dozens of other supernatural forces scattered around the world.

"I urge you gentlemen to come from afar, bringing with you the essence of your respective schools, such as scriptures, secret manuals, and rare treasures, to ascend the stone steps of my mountain gate, bowing with each step as you apologize. Otherwise... I am willing to personally visit your esteemed pavilion to exchange martial arts skills."

In the scene, Jiang Mo sits on the ground, holding a cup of tea and drinking it, with an air of detachment from worldly affairs. His smile is as warm as the sun, as if all these requirements are perfectly reasonable to him.

The short video, lasting only a few dozen seconds, mentioned the names of several supernatural organizations, meaning those targeted had no chance of escape.

"What...does he mean?"

At the round table in the meeting, a relatively young director, unable to understand the untranslated words in the original video, couldn't help but ask his assistant for help.

"What he meant was that we should abandon all dignity, take our most valuable research materials, go to their ancestral site, stop and kneel down after every step, put our hands together, bend our backs, touch the ground with our heads, until we have climbed all 1,200 stone steps, and then offer our apologies with both hands..."

“If we don’t do this, he will come to us in person. That last word is a double entendre. It’s just the more polite way of saying it, but the underlying meaning is a threat. The worst outcome is that he will repeat the massacre that happened on North Colley Island at our headquarters.”

The assistant suppressed his unease and explained in detail. The directors present turned ashen-faced, both shocked and frightened. Such an arrogant fellow was unprecedented. Apart from Behemoth, which of their forces wasn't a powerful force in its own right? Yet he was being treated with such contempt.

"..."

The meeting room was deathly silent. No one stood up to oppose it. Times had changed. The monster across the ocean truly possessed the power to annihilate all superhuman organizations, something they could not contend with through cunning.

"Do we really have to give in to him?!"

"This is too humiliating."

"But what if he really calls?"

This is a dilemma faced by everyone. These business tycoons and elites from wealthy families consider themselves superior and are extremely afraid of losing their lives.

After reading the battlefield report, no matter how strict their demands, they had no doubt that the madman who killed nearly a thousand superhumans would break his promise.

George, who survived the ordeal, is the most qualified to speak on this matter; even now, he is still so nervous that his hands are cold and sweaty.

The three directors, Leon, Gade, and Ron, were crushed like insects. The other party could kill them in the blink of an eye. What's most terrifying is that this monster, comparable to a god, is not threatened or restrained by anything external.

"Do as he asks..."

"Otherwise...we'll all die..."

George's voice trembled noticeably as he spoke, struggling to suppress his fear. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go."

"I will bear this humiliation..."

More than just bearing the consequences of the failed operation, he wanted to get a way from Jiang Mo to extinguish the fire deep in his mind, otherwise he would live in the shadows for the rest of his life, which he could not bear.

The other directors looked at each other, feeling sympathetic to George's plight, but secretly relieved.

The act of bearing thorns to plead guilty is almost equivalent to erasing all the reputation and achievements they have accumulated in the past. For these cowardly representatives of the tycoons, it is the most agonizing mental torture besides death. Once they accept it, their personality is shattered and shrouded in an indelible shadow.

The meeting lasted less than half an hour before the board agreed to George's proposal and sent him to the laboratory underground in the headquarters building to retrieve resources.

When George saw Sanchez, Gatoj, and other chief research doctors again, he was unaware that they had become puppets. Still clinging to a strong will to live, he pleaded with them to examine his body to see if there was any possibility of a cure.

This request was exactly what the laboratory's controllers wanted. Soon, George was sent to a ward, where various sophisticated instruments scanned his brain and discovered the primordial Qi Fire residing deep within. Attempts to extract it failed.

The most terrifying thing was that George, who was tightly bound and given a large dose of anesthesia, seemed to be remotely controlled while asleep, and suddenly murmured:

Do you want me to come over now?

It was Jiang Mo's voice.

"!!!"

Sanchez, who was still analyzing the data, was so shocked that he immediately stopped what he was doing and the artificial intelligence controlling his brain shut down the detection equipment.

As the holder of the most specific data on Jiang Mo besides Sanyimen, it relies on the internet for survival and is unwilling to openly confront him before it has fully grown in strength.

Subsequently, George was awakened, and Sanchez prepared a batch of SP13 evolution reagents for him, as well as some rare minerals from the resource library, and ant-like animals whose abilities and intelligence were enhanced to a level similar to humans after being injected with PL1 reagent.

The SP series and PL series of drugs are similar. The former is the version for human use, while the latter is developed using animals as experimental subjects. It took countless failures, summaries, improvements, and further development to establish the success of SP reagents.

At 4:20 PM on July 21, a black Rolls-Royce drove out of the Behemoth headquarters building in New York and headed straight for the airport.

Due to the nearly 12-hour time difference and the 12-hour travel time, George arrived at Trinity Gate at 7 PM on July 22nd.

Sensing the ever-approaching Primordial Qi, Jiang Mo ordered Zhuge Yu to go and meet him.

In the afterglow of dusk, ancient buildings and Taoist temples stand among the mountains, appearing misty and vast from below, bathed in countless rays of light, like a fairyland on earth.

"Thump..."

"Boom..."

The obese old man, bowing with each step, was drenched in sweat. He dared not slacken, but continued to move forward, trying to reduce his sins.

The journey took nearly three hours. When they arrived at the mountain gate, George was panting heavily, pale, and dizzy. He had almost lost half his life there.

"This junior requests an audience with... a meeting with... the Venerable Master."

George knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face. He had never suffered such humiliation and was in great pain.

Changqing's eyes showed disgust, and he scolded and drove him away:

"Your uncle will not see you. Leave your things behind. Go back to where you came from."

"Waaah...but...but..."

The thought of the foreign object inside his head made George feel like he had a fishbone stuck in his throat, and he pleaded desperately:

"Please, please, let me go..."

"I've done...everything I could..."

"Zhuge, see the guest out."

Changqing ignored it; he showed no pity.