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

"Since you recognize me, why don't you go back to your dog cage, or commit suicide on the spot?"

Jiang Mosheng's voice was as cold as ice. He regarded the rich and dramatic life experiences contained in these prisoners as a shortcut to broaden his horizons, saving him from having to read thousands of ancient books and travel thousands of miles every day.

"...No!!"

"Even if you were to come here in person, I would rather die than go back!"

The old man trembled as he said that he was the 26th ranked prisoner, a supreme master of the Soul Path.

When he speaks like this, he even uses the honorific "you" (formal), showing that he truly doesn't think he has any chance of resisting.

In his early years, when he was just starting out in the world and struggling, his opponent was already a world-renowned, unparalleled immortal on land.

Sixty years have passed in the blink of an eye. Now he is old and frail, while that senior is still in his prime.

This difference in cultivation level and strength left him in despair, his limbs stiff and his mind almost blank.

Seeing the old man's unusual behavior, the other prisoners felt a strong sense of unease, and some even took a step back, preparing to retreat and avoid the danger.

"Yes, you can die."

After being rejected, Jiang Mo replied calmly, without any emotional fluctuation.

With a "buzz!" sound, the Tianheng Gu in his body was fully revived. As soon as he thought of it, the blood energy in his heart, which was like a stellar furnace, frantically gathered at the Gu worm.

"Ten Thousand Mountains—Fall!"

"Boom!!!"

Equivalent to the words of a deity becoming law, the downward gravitational force, like a massive colorless black hole, frantically invaded, dragging the 15 prisoners to their knees in an instant, their bones shattering and their flesh deforming, as if they had crashed into transparent qi.

At first glance, the metal ground did not appear to be severely sunken, yet a terrifying repulsive force was still present beneath them, pushing them upwards.

Under the crushing force of two completely different forces, several prisoners roared in fury. They were suppressed until their heads were bleeding and their internal organs were being crushed inch by inch. A few minutes later, they would have been dead for sure.

"I told you, you have a choice."

"Since you don't want it, I'll do it myself."

Jiang Mo strode confidently past the stunned prison guards.

Although they knew that the world's number one Xuanzun was terrifyingly powerful, comparable to the highest point of evolution—the gods.

But seeing him take action was still incredibly shocking. The dozen or so ruthless men who had surrounded them were now like drowned chickens with their necks outstretched, with nowhere to escape.

To prevent them from launching a counterattack before their death, or from self-destructing their true qi and energy, the crimson-gold vertical line between Jiang Mo's eyebrows suddenly shone brightly. Fifteen spirit-breaking spells, with their destructive power controlled to the limit, swept across the void in an instant, piercing the prisoners' brains.

"what!!"

"Roar!!!"

A piercing roar exploded, severely injuring both humanoid and non-humanoid beings.

In a few breaths, Jiang Mo arrived in front of the old man. In the old man's terrified eyes, he lowered his right hand, gripped his skull, and placed his palm directly on the Baihui acupoint.

"Senior! The Blood Lotus Cult Leader is breaking the seal that imprisons the 'Blood Ancestor'."

"Why don't we take care of these prisoners while you go and help out over there?"

Someone, anxious and impatient, offered a reminder.

The way he looked at a female prisoner seemed to show compassion, a subtle gesture that naturally did not escape Jiang Mo's notice.

"You're lucky to be alive, and you still have the mind to tell me what to do?"

Jiang Mo ignored his suggestion, and began to extract the old man's memories with the flowing starlight of the Eye of Truth imprinted on his palm.

In those brief yet seemingly endless seconds, the prison guards' faces froze. The ruthless and murderous nature of their senior was vastly different from the gentle person they had heard about.

"Pfft!!!"

Just as they were at a loss and hesitating, as the old man's memories were completely stolen, Jiang Mo exerted force with his wrist, and his true qi surged, shattering his head.

Then, under the watchful eye of the guard, Jiang Mo deliberately approached a female prisoner with short gray hair, a slovenly face, and ugly, grotesque purple veins protruding from her skin. Ignoring her venomous gaze, he directly grabbed her throat, preparing to extract her memories.

"Senior, wait! This person must not be hurt!"

As expected, knowing that Jiang Mo had murderous intent, Zhou Fan rushed over and pleaded:

"She has a split personality and is locked here because she can't control her powers. Her brother is one of the youngest and most powerful sword wielders in the Nine Divisions, and he even saved my life. I humbly beg you to spare her this time!"

Among the crowd, a jailer who had been severely beaten, with a bloody hole in his abdomen and his internal organs almost spilling out, was so angry that his face turned purple and his liver ached.

No, buddy, are you kidding me?

She almost beat me to death, and you're still pleading for her!

Qi Che clenched his fists slightly, coughed several times, his blood surging, and his expression was angry.

Not only him, but even Fa Wuxiang, who was being slowly tortured by thousands of sword energies, could hardly understand such an absurd request. They were already in a life-or-death battle, so why bother with that mentally ill person?

So what if you're sick? Does being sick make you superior?

Their lives matter too. We can't just protect that witch because she has a brother who wields a sword, can we?

Ye Wufu, Yu Huai's student, stood there stunned, his gaze towards Zhou Fan now icy cold. His arm had been smashed by this vixen's sneak attack; if he hadn't dodged in time, he would have lost his head.

"Dissociative identity disorder... multiple souls in one body?"

"A clumsy lie."

Jiang Mo's Soul-Breaking Curse didn't target any other individuals. He simply stroked the woman's head with one hand, his sharp gaze penetrating from the outside in, digging into the deepest secrets of her flesh and blood, yet he found no trace of a second soul.

"Uh... ah..."

The female prisoner screamed in agony; blood flowed incessantly from her eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears, a horrifying sight for Zhou Fan. Remembering past kindness, he steeled himself and pleaded once more:

"Senior Xuanzun! Please spare her life, we will punish her severely afterward!"

"roll."

Jiang Mo found his chatter annoying and shouted at him to shut up.

The repulsive force, like a storm, blasted him thousands of meters away. His body was completely out of control. He coughed up blood and shot out of the prison like a cannonball, crashing into a cavern and collapsing to the ground, unable to get up again.

"Cool!"

Ye Wufu roared inwardly with satisfaction, but his expression remained completely calm.

After all, he was practically a disciple of the Sanyi Sect, and he already held Jiang Mo in high esteem. Now, seeing his actions, he finally understood why his teacher admired this elder so much.

Qi Che and Fa Wuxiang were deeply moved and extremely surprised, their pent-up frustration instantly dissipated.

"The passage is open for you. If you want to live, leave now."

Jiang Mo's voice was flat, as if he were talking about something unimportant.

These jailers were complete strangers to him, and their lives were none of his concern. The fact that they were willing to lend a hand was already an act of kindness and righteousness.

Outside the prison, an endless black swamp covered 90% of the underground water and cavern space, converging into a viscous, enormous sphere. The only open, narrow passage was the path Zhou Fan had been blasted through.

"Senior, I will stay and fight you to the very end, to live and die together!"

The straightforward Fa Wuxiang was unwilling to leave.

He had regular features and was a tough man. At this moment, he looked like a fish that had all its scales stripped off, with dense scars all over his body, seeping blood, but his fighting spirit was high and soaring.

“Senior, so do I!” Qi Che said resolutely.

"go out."

After saying this, Jiang Mo ignored their choices and began to extract the prisoners' memories.

"Zhai Yi, born in 1990, is from Shenzhen. She was abandoned in an orphanage. Along with her older brother, Zhai Wushuang, their bloodlines reverted to their ancestral form, but the awakening failed..."

"At the age of 12, he was brought back to the Institute of Life Engineering Research... At the age of 16, he became a demon, his strength reached the level of a grandmaster, he slaughtered dozens of people, escaped from the Nine Departments, and used his bloodline ability, the Myriad Shadows Technique, to transfer his true body, hide in the sea of ​​thousands of people, and travel to many places."

"In 2009, my elder brother was selected as a candidate for the swordsman. In the same year, the two met in Sichuan and abandoned the attempt to capture him."

"In 2012, his Shadow Devouring Count reached 49000, breaking through to the Supreme Grandmaster level, and his whereabouts were exposed... He fought with the Nine Divisions, was seriously injured, and fled."

"The following year, in the coastal city of Fucheng, he attempted to cleanse his bloodline and undergo a complete transformation. His Shadow Devouring power reached 81000, but he was suppressed by the Sword Bearer sent by the Nine Departments with a single palm strike. He was left on the verge of death and imprisoned in the Dry Sea Prison."

"In 2014, Zhai Wushuang was officially promoted to an unspecified number of Swordholders, a position second only to the highest-ranking officials of the Nine Departments."

“The death penalty was commuted to a thousand-year sentence, which was gradually reduced year by year due to the merits of his elder brother. At the beginning of 2016, he had 560 years left in his sentence.”

Chapter 381 Slaughter without hesitation, fight to the very end

Upon hearing Jiang Mo's request, the six jailers froze on the spot, exchanging bewildered glances, unsure whether to leave or stay.

They could roughly guess that staying would be a burden, but leaving might put their senior in danger.

"Brother Qi, Wuxiang, let's go."

Just as they were feeling a little awkward, Ye Wufu acted as the matchmaker, turning around and walking away first.

"Senior, this woman's brother is Zhai Wushuang, the swordsman of the Nine Departments."

“If you want to kill her, I dare not stop you. However, this action may cause a conflict between that person and you. I dare not judge right or wrong. All actions are up to you.”

Before leaving, a refined-looking man with long hair revealed important information in exchange for saving his life.

Based on his description and the memories Jiang Mo had collected, the Swordholders were undoubtedly among the most capable fighters out of the hundreds of thousands of members in the Nine Divisions.

Their numbers are unknown. They are directly appointed by the highest-ranking officials of the nine departments, are not subject to any supervision, and have extremely high autonomy in law enforcement.

The real reason they gained these extraordinary privileges was simply that their strength surpassed that of even the most powerful grandmasters in the martial arts world. They were at the level of being halfway to becoming immortals, comparable to the prison guards ranked 4-10, or even equivalent to a rudimentary version of a Class A mech.

"Then let her brother come find me."

Jiang Mo didn't care about the origins of the swordsman or how special his bloodline was.

In the memories he read, anyone whose shadow was stolen by the demoness would suffer burning pain and begin to collapse whenever they came into contact with a ray of sunlight for the rest of their lives. If they did not dodge in time, they might even be annihilated.

Because of her brother's outstanding strength and great achievements, Jiubu indulged her, using his merits to offset her sins. However, Jiang Mo did not agree with this approach and would not give Zhai Wushuang any face.

"boom!"

The demoness's throat was snapped, and two opposing forces squeezed her body, crushing it into a pile of flesh, leaving her lifeless.

The six jailers who witnessed this scene remained solemn and said nothing. They simply bowed deeply and then vanished in an instant into the shrinking mud passage, becoming a series of whistling afterimages.

The execution of two prisoners in succession left the other prisoners disheartened. Some offered to become servants in an attempt to survive, but even they could not escape death.

In less than ten minutes, Jiang Mo harvested the memories of 15 super prison inmates, benefiting immensely as if he had gained nearly 2000 years of experience out of thin air.

He didn't examine every detail; he just glanced at it briefly, made some adjustments, and continued forward, stepping onto a broken, blood-stained road.

"boom!"

Jiang Mo's fist shone with unparalleled light, like a roaring thunder dragon, piercing through numerous building ruins. The silver alloy-paved floor shattered into countless dust particles, flying everywhere.

Even the cells forged from the hardest metal materials were like crumpled cardboard boxes, frantically dented and broken, full of wrinkles, with a damage rate approaching 100%.

"escape!!"

"Ahhhh!!!"

"Jiu—!"

Most of the prison inmates who were driven to the brink of despair were ranked between No. 50 and No. 20000, with varying strengths. The moment they saw Jiang Mo, they didn't even have a chance to make a move before being obliterated by his rampaging fist energy.

The second true form, without activating the Mountain-Shaking Gu, is one or two levels stronger than the original form.

In this situation, no magic is needed; every punch is an ultimate killing move. Compared to the other behemoths, the slender and tall human figure seems to be the only monster in the prison at this moment.

Any prisoner with even a little strength was captured alive by Jiang Mo. They howled in fear, unable to escape the fate of having their memories extracted. Once they were no longer of value, they were killed with a single punch, leaving no trace of their bodies.

During this time, Jiang Mo captured an anomaly whose physical structure was similar to that of an ordinary human.

It is a species with animal claws, scales, and a tail, and it is none other than the 'Dreadful Mystic', ranked 98th.

This race has an extremely ancient origin; it is a branch of dinosaurs that evolved hundreds of millions of years ago, and is a new species that has evolved. The entire race possesses a highly advanced technological civilization and lives underground.

When the extraction of memories failed, its original memories were completely erased or sealed away. Jiang Mo could not find any way to do so. All Jiang Mo could find were its conversation with Xian Shu and the memories of being imprisoned in prison for 12 years.

After the prison riot, this scoundrel, along with several inmates, launched an attack on Xian Shu and his bodyguards. However, they were outmatched and were utterly defeated, forcing them to go into hiding once again.

"Please...please...let me live..."

Its Adam's apple bobbed, mimicking a human voice, and its expression was somewhat forlorn and pitiful.

"boom!"

Before he could finish speaking, a crimson cross-shaped light flashed in the void, its immense power shocking all around. The killing move descended, a stream of particle light with a temperature exceeding ten million degrees Celsius, engulfing Jiang Mo and the dinosaur man with overwhelming force.