Livestreaming Forbidden Zone: Starting with a Qilin Tattoo Terrifies the Entire Internet

Everyone thought Jiang Han would draw his sword.

The ancient bronze divine sword named Xuanlu hovered quietly beside him. Its blade was simple and unadorned, yet it exuded a sharpness that could dim the stars.

On the battlefield, the reclusive grandmasters from all corners of the earth had their primordial spirits transformed into streams of light, their eyes filled with endless greed for this "otherworldly body".

They were wary of the sword.

But what I crave even more is the ticket to a higher level that this physical body represents!

But Jiang Han didn't even glance at them.

He simply raised his head slightly and looked at the sky, which was shimmering with a kaleidoscope of colors thanks to the brilliance of countless treasures that guarded the sect.

Then, in a tone so bland it was almost boring, as if he were discussing the weather, he spoke softly.

"I use the Thunder Magic occasionally, just to change things up."

These seemingly casual words, like a stone thrown into a still lake, instantly stirred up a tidal wave in the hearts of everyone who was paying attention to this place!

Thunder magic?

At this critical moment of life and death, he actually said he wanted to change his taste?

Those primordial spirits rushing towards him even froze for a moment in mid-air.

They don't understand.

The live stream chat instantly erupted in chaos.

What's going on? Jiang Shen isn't drawing his sword?

"A change of pace? Did I hear that right? These are dozens of ancient monsters who have lived for thousands of years! Do you think this is a buffet?"

I have a bad feeling about this...

Jiang Han ignored everyone's astonishment.

He simply blinked. It was that simple, almost imperceptible gesture.

next second.

The entire world fell into absolute silence.

Time, space, light, sound... all the laws of nature were forcibly paused at this moment by an irresistible force.

Followed by.

A bolt of purple-gold lightning, without any origin or source, appeared out of thin air in the sky.

It tore the sky apart, like the first stroke of a creator god on a dark canvas.

The lightning was so thick that it defied description, as if thousands of divine beasts were galloping within it. In the shadows, an extremely majestic phantom of a Qilin was gazing down upon this land with its indifferent golden eyes.

Purple Gold Thunder Prison!

boom--

There was no earth-shattering noise.

Only light that devours everything.

The Qilin Divine Lightning struck down with a speed that transcended cause and effect, purifying everything in its path.

Those primordial spirits at the forefront didn't even have time to utter a scream before they instantly evaporated in the purple-gold lightning, as if they had never existed.

Following closely behind were the sect's most treasured artifacts, suspended in the air.

The immortal sword of Kunlun, the holy grail of the Holy Temple, the scepter of Egypt... these treasures, which carry the glory and heritage of their respective civilizations for thousands of years, are as fragile as children's toys in front of the Qilin Divine Thunder, silently turning into the most primitive particles.

Lightning cascaded down like a waterfall, precisely bypassing Jiang Han and Yue Yao, whom he had casually grabbed.

Yueyao was pulled back to Jiang Han's side by a gentle force. The world-destroying lightning, powerful enough to purify everything, flowed past her nose less than an inch away, yet it was as gentle as a warm current.

Its icy blue tiger eyes were wide open, and its huge body froze in place, not daring to move.

It could clearly sense that the lightning contained a terrifying power capable of instantly wiping it and its soul ten thousand times over.

But this same power becomes as docile as a kitten in front of its master.

"This...this is the real master...I...I actually dared to brag to him before?"

Yueyao's mind went blank.

After purifying all the Grandmasters who had launched the soul-snatching attack, the lightning's remaining power continued to sweep downwards.

On the ground, the expressions of greed and ferocity on the faces of those who had not yet made a move, as well as the reclusive experts who were besieging Yue Yao, froze completely.

There was only endless fear and despair.

They watched helplessly as the purple-gold sea of ​​lightning engulfed them, their physical bodies and primordial spirits being completely purified at the same moment.

Not even a speck of dust remained.

The lightning came quickly and went quickly.

When the purple-gold light faded, the world returned to its clear state.

The battlefield, which was originally filled with powerful figures and filled with murderous intent, is now completely empty.

Only Jiang Han remained, sitting leisurely at the stone table.

And at his feet, there was the Frost Prison White Tiger, completely petrified and forgetting even to breathe.

And... a few old monsters in the distance who survived by chance because they were standing far away or because their cultivation level was too low to participate in the first wave of attacks.

The signal for the global live broadcast turned into a blinding white light the instant the lightning struck.

A deathly silence fell over the countless screens.

A good ten seconds passed before the comments section erupted like a volcanic eruption.

【…】

What...what did I just see?

[A natural disaster...]

[Kicking the door frame: Ever since I entered Jiang Shen's live stream, I've been seeing disasters every day. Don't get me wrong, I'm referring to Brother Chen.]

My mom asked me why I was kneeling on the floor looking at my phone... I told her I was witnessing a miracle!

[Hey upstairs, Wild Grass, are you alright? Aren't you right next to the Land of Fallen Gods?]

"I...I'm still alive...I thought I was going to die...That light was terrifying, I felt like my soul was being burned away..."

In reality, local cultivator forums near the Land of Fallen Gods have been completely overrun.

"Help! A world-destroying divine punishment has occurred at the Land of Fallen Gods! Purple-gold lightning has purified everything!"

"Which Celestial Venerable made a move? That's terrifying! I only caught a glimpse from afar, and my Dao heart almost collapsed on the spot!"

"It's over...it's all over...those patriarchs in the forbidden zones...they're all dead..."

Inside the restricted area.

Those few grandmasters who survived by sheer luck were in a worse state than if they were dead.

They stared blankly at the empty battlefield, feeling the lingering traces of pure Yang thunder intent in the air that made their souls tremble.

The difference between gods and mortals was laid bare before them in a bloody and brutal way at this moment.

"Unable to become a god... one is ultimately just an ant..."

An elderly man with white hair muttered these words to himself, then suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes dimmed instantly, his primordial spirit shattered, and he died on the spot.

"Impossible! I was once invincible! I was once unrivaled in the world!"

The other old man, seemingly insane, pointed at the sky and roared madly. As he laughed, two streams of bloody tears rolled down his cheeks before he too met his end.

Their resolve was utterly destroyed after witnessing this insurmountable gap.

For cultivators, the collapse of their Dao heart is more terrifying than physical death.

Just then, a resolute glint flashed in the eyes of the strongest Grandmaster among the survivors.

He instantly burned all the remaining life essence he had, and his strength was restored to its peak in an instant!

"Even if you're a god! I'll make you pay the price!"

He roared and transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards Jiang Han!

This scene made countless viewers, who had just recovered from their shock, hold their breath again.

However, Jiang Han didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

He simply flicked his finger.

A tiny, purplish-gold bolt of lightning flicked from his fingertip.

The grandmaster, who had just recovered to his peak condition and whose aura was overwhelming, vanished into thin air the moment he came into contact with the lightning, along with all his magical treasures and his entire aura, just like pencil marks erased by an eraser.

Clean and tidy.

This seemingly casual finishing blow shattered the last shred of hope in everyone's hearts.

In the live stream, several mysterious IDs began providing commentary on high-level matches.

[Emperor Ye: A frog in a well, short-sighted. The real way out is right in front of you, yet you only focus on this physical body. How pathetic and lamentable.]

[Laozi: The powerful beings of this world have chosen the wrong target. Instead of blocking the gate here, they should pursue the 'Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin,' where there might be a glimmer of hope.]

These comments, like thunderclaps, once again ignited the live stream.

Nine dragons pulling a coffin?

What is that?

Jiang Han rode on the back of Yue Yao, who had completely surrendered and was as docile as a kitten, suspended in the starry sky.

He coldly gazed into the distance, where the remaining local powerhouses were gathering all their sect's most precious treasures, futilely attacking the invisible barrier of laws, venting their despair and resentment.

The collision of energies was as dazzling as fireworks.

He spoke as if to himself, yet also as if delivering a final judgment to a global audience; his voice clearly reached everyone's ears.

"The phoenix does not alight on land devoid of treasure, but this place... is not a treasure land at all."

He paused, then revealed the ultimate mystery that shattered the Dao hearts of all the local cultivators.

"Now I finally understand why that ancient human emperor locked this place up completely."