The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Seeing Qian Hua's confident and fearless demeanor, San Shi's anger burned to its peak.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Qian Hua.

"If the adults really insist on pushing us too far!"

San Shi let out a deafening roar, his massive body swelling again due to the extreme surge of source energy, his muscles bulging and becoming as hard as granite.

"Then don't blame me for using that move!"

The roar echoed through the forge, carrying a resolute determination to burn one's bridges.

Qian Hua raised an eyebrow, a genuine hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

He raised his left hand in a gesture.

"I'll wait. Do as you please."

The moment the words fell.

San Shi made a move.

With an indomitable spirit, he stomped his right foot hard on the ground.

"Bang!"

The hard stone slab shattered into powder instantly.

With terrifying kinetic energy, San Shi's massive body lunged forward.

Qian Hua flipped his hand, and the red patterns on the Blood-Drinking Sword trembled slightly: "Perfect, I'll use you to test my sword skills."

however.

The moment San Shi took his first step.

His thick legs suddenly bent strangely.

"Thump!"

A dull, loud bang.

San Shi's massive body, over two meters tall, crashed to the ground without warning.

Without pausing, he lunged forward on the ground, stretching his arms out, his entire body sliding and tumbling to Qian Hua's feet.

The speed was incredible, and the movements were incredibly skillful.

The entire movement was performed in one smooth, fluid motion.

Five-body cast.

Qian Hua stood frozen in place, holding the Blood-Drinking Sword.

I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone this shameless.

Even the well-informed Qian Hua was stunned by this action.

San Shi lay sprawled at Qian Hua's feet, his enormous head pressed tightly against the shoe, tears and snot smeared all over the ground.

"Please, sir, spare my life!"

San Shi burst into tears, his voice filled with unbearable sorrow: "I have an eighty-year-old mother to care for, and a newborn baby who hasn't been weaned yet."

"Sir, please have mercy! Even if you don't care about the monk, please let me go!"

That shameless attitude was completely different from the ferocity that had threatened to destroy the world just moments before.

Good guy.

Qian Hua exclaimed, "Wow!"

The forging workshop was deathly silent.

Only the heart-wrenching wails of San Shi echoed through the air.

Qian Hua looked down at the trembling, enormous mountain of flesh at his feet.

The hand holding the sword stiffened slightly.

At this moment, Qian Hua's previously pent-up fighting spirit was completely extinguished by this sudden and outrageous move.

Qian Hua gripped the sword, his wrist pressing down slightly, his mental energy precisely locking onto every vital point on San Shi's body.

He didn't say a word, his gaze sweeping across the monster's neck, spine, and heart with an almost tangible intensity.

Even though San Shi was crying his eyes out, rolling on the ground without any dignity, like a fat man who had suffered a great injustice, Qian Hua still did not relax his vigilance even a little bit.

Qian Hua was waiting, waiting for this guy to suddenly turn on him and launch a sneak attack.

However, he waited for a full two minutes, and the monster, kneeling on the ground and frantically wagging its tail, did nothing.

Forget about any extreme actions; this monster even carefully suppressed its breathing, its huge chest rising and falling very barely, as if afraid that its loud breathing would anger it.

In fact, Qian Hua had overestimated San Shi's courage, or rather, underestimated the deterrent power of the force he possessed.

Just before, when Qian Hua first displayed his power, the rebellious spirit in San Shi's mind snapped completely.

That is power.

For high-ranking monsters like them, no one understands better than themselves what authority means.

That was a completely unreasonable class-based oppression.

To those who possess authority and have mastered its control, the lord level is a complete joke.

San Shi cherished his life the most.

From the very first day he arrived on Earth, he was different from his inferior counterparts who only had killing and destruction in their minds.

His first instinct wasn't to massacre human settlements, but to hide in the shadows and observe.

He not only avoided humans, but also his fellow humans who came here at the same time, and seized every opportunity to study like crazy.

These days, he's learning everything and reading all sorts of books.

He learned the language of Earth, the culture here, and even more so, he pondered the logic behind the actions of these people from the Dragon Kingdom.

If he hadn't been discovered by accident, he would probably still be spending his time in the library.

However, over the past few days, he has gained a fairly deep understanding of this amazing group from the Dragon Kingdom.

He discovered that this group of people possessed the ability to resurrect infinitely, and their strength increased at an insane rate; they were practically born war monsters.

But strangely enough, deep down they always yearn for peace.

This group of people places great importance on the concept of "emotion".

Eat soft not hard.

I love peace.

They would fight to the death to protect the weak, and they would be moved by a few kind words.

Although San Shi scoffed at this weak idea.

In the rules of the Netherworld, compassion is a death warrant.

But it must be said that he enjoys being around people like that.

He strives to improve himself, not for fighting and killing, but simply to live a good life.

Why struggle when you can live a comfortable life?

Of course, more importantly, feelings can be exploited.

As long as you act as if you are harmless, even pitiful and humble enough, you can arouse the last bit of humanity in the other person's heart.

The chances of surviving are far greater than standing up and fighting to the death!

What does dignity matter?

What does face matter?

The dignity and face lost can only be regained while alive; death is when there is truly no chance left.

San Shi really liked a sentence he saw in a book.

Those who know the current affairs are handsome.

Having figured this out, San Shi cried even harder, his tears mixing with the dust on the ground, smearing his hideous face in a mess.

Qian Hua looked at the mountain of flesh at his feet, which was frantically kowtowing and wagging its tail at him like a dog.

In the quiet forge, only the monster's earth-shattering howls could be heard.

Qian Hua took a deep breath and felt a headache coming on.

The veins on his forehead throbbed, and the knuckles of his fingers gripping the Blood-Drinking Sword turned white from the force.

"Get up," Qian Hua said, his voice extremely subdued.

San Shi trembled violently. Instead of getting up, he pressed his massive head firmly against Qian Hua's shoe, shouting, "If you don't forgive me, I'd rather die than get up!"

"I told you to get up." Qian Hua's voice suddenly rose, his veins bulging. "Don't you find yourself disgusting looking like this?"

San Shi's massive body froze.

Nausea?

In the past, if anyone dared to speak to him like that, he would have chewed them up and swallowed them whole.

But now.

San Shi suddenly raised his head, wiping away tears as he howled in a hoarse voice, "Disgusting? Yes! I know, to you, I'm just a monster with scales!"

"I came into your world, so I deserve to die!"

"But is it possible that I was also forced into it?"