One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet began to tremble violently.

This tremor was even more violent than Zhang Taichu's kick earlier, as if some enormous creature was turning over underground, about to overturn the entire back of Longhu Mountain.

Click!Click!

From the distant, dense primeval forest came a series of crisp sounds of trees breaking.

Followed by.

Roar! !

Roar! ! !

A series of mournful howls, neither human nor even beast, like the roars of demons crawling out of the deepest hell, instantly shattered the silence of the night sky.

"Wha...what's going on?!"

Zhang Chulan suddenly sprang up from the stone bench, his eyes wide open, staring intently in the direction the sound came from:

"An earthquake? Or just another group of reckless individuals?"

Wang Ye's teacup wobbled, and he was completely unaware that the scalding tea had spilled onto the back of his hand.

He frowned, and his eyes, which were always half-asleep, were now filled with seriousness.

"Something's not right... This atmosphere... It's all messed up."

"It's not human energy... nor is it beast energy... what the hell is this?!"

Before Wang Ye could finish speaking...

boom! !

A loud bang suddenly came from the corner of the golden light barrier that had been impenetrable and sealed off the surroundings.

On the light screen that flowed like liquid gold, violent ripples appeared.

next second.

hiss-

It was accompanied by a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

Countless dark figures crashed through ancient trees and crushed hard rocks, surging into the sealed-off battlefield like a black torrent bursting its banks.

Bathed in the golden light that filled the sky.

Everyone could see what those things looked like.

They were a group of... monsters.

They had the general outline of humans, but their bodies looked like poorly pieced-together corpses.

Some have scales as black as iron, some have extra arms growing from their backs, some have heads swollen like huge tumors, and some even crawl on all fours with their joints twisted in the opposite direction, like spiders.

Their bodies were covered in a dark green slime that made a sizzling, corrosive sound when it fell onto the grass.

Without skin, the bright red muscle fibers are directly exposed to the air, writhing violently with each movement.

Those distorted faces had no features, only gaping, blood-red mouths split open to the ears, filled with tiny, sharp teeth.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!!"

Before the Quanxing alien, who was kneeling at the very edge, could react, he was pounced on by a mantis-like monster.

puff!

The monster's claws pierced his chest in an instant, tearing him in two like paper.

Blood splattered.

Without even pausing, before the man's screams had completely subsided, the monster had already stepped over his corpse and pounced on the next person.

"A monster...a monster!!"

"Help!! Don't come any closer!!"

The supernatural beings, who were already terrified by Zhang Taichu, were now completely devastated.

In front of him was the god of slaughter, Zhang Taichu, and behind him was a man-eating monster.

How could this be a treasure trove for seizing the Eight Extraordinary Skills?

This is clearly a battleground!

"My goodness..."

Looking at the densely packed army of hundreds of monsters, Zhang Chulan felt a chill run down his spine and his stomach churn.

"Is this a Resident Evil movie set?! What the hell does that Qu Tong do?! Could a human even create something like this?!"

Feng Baobao was originally sharpening a shovel.

now.

She stopped what she was doing, tilted her head, and a rare look of confusion appeared in her clear, large eyes.

"they……"

Feng Baobao pointed to the monsters that were slaughtering them frantically, her voice hesitant:

"It has no soul."

"It's just some rotten meat."

"Rotten flesh?" Zhang Chulan swallowed hard, watching as a monster, unharmed after being hit by a rogue cultivator's fireball, charged forward and bit off the cultivator's neck. "Sister Bao'er, this rotten flesh is a bit tough!"

This is not hard at all.

These monsters have no sense of pain or fear.

They are pure killing machines.

It was that crazy woman who used her double-handed skills to modify the body and then forcibly stitched it together with her divine craftsmanship... a weapon.

In just over ten seconds.

Of the hundreds of superhumans who were kneeling on the ground, more than a dozen had already been torn to pieces.

Screams, roars, and the sound of bones being chewed mingled together, turning the back of Longhu Mountain into a complete hell.

however.

Amidst this extreme chaos and bloodshed.

Zhang Taichu, standing in the center of the arena, didn't even frown.

even.

He didn't even move an inch.

Only in those eyes, which were originally as calm as still water, did a hint of something slowly emerge...

Dislike it.

Deep disdain.

It's like a homeowner who was planning to clean the house suddenly discovering that not only is there dust on the floor, but someone has also poured a basin of foul-smelling feces on it.

"Tsk."

Zhang Taichu smacked his lips, his voice not loud, but it carried a chilling undertone.

He raised his hand and covered his nose, as if the smell of blood and the stench of the monster in the air were unbearable for him.

"The person is no good."

"The result... is even worse."

Zhang Taichu stared at the monster lunging at him with its gaping maw and green drool dripping from it, his eyes practically overflowing with disgust.

"Being ugly is one thing."

"And it's so dirty."

"Really..."

call--

Zhang Taichu slowly raised his right hand.

This time.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

but.

The instant he raised his hand.

The wind that had been blowing across the entire back mountain stopped.

The golden light barrier in the sky, which was originally used to block the surroundings, seemed to be summoned by some supreme authority and frantically converged towards the top of his palm.

Buzz——————

Golden light, like a sea, surged upwards into the sky.

Above the pitch-black night sky.

Above the heads of countless monsters.

A gigantic golden hand, large enough to obscure the stars and moon, materialized out of thin air.

That hand is too big.

It's as big as half a football field.

The palm lines were clearly visible, each line like a rushing golden river, radiating majestic heavenly power and illuminating the ugly and ferocious faces of each monster.

The Dharma form... Heaven and Earth.

Those monsters, who felt no pain and knew no fear, paused briefly when they felt the terrifying pressure overhead, enough to crush mountains.

That is the despair of a higher level of life, stemming from biological instinct.

Zhang Taichu stood under the golden light.

The enormous golden hand hovered above his head, like a god raising a giant hammer of judgment.

He looked at the filthy creatures before him as if they were a swarm of flies crawling on the back of his foot.

"It has tainted my eyes."

Zhang Taichu's voice was indifferent, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

then.

That fair and slender right hand moved extremely casually.

Palms down.

Press it down hard.

"Let's just kill them all."

Boom! ...

The sky is falling.

that moment.

Zhang Chulan felt like his eardrums were about to shatter.

The enormous golden hand didn't have any fancy moves or techniques.

It's purely, overbearing, and unreasonable...

It crashed down.

The air was compressed to its limit in an instant, producing a shrill explosion.

Those hundreds of modified monsters, which even rockets might not be able to kill, were killed the moment the giant golden hand descended.

He didn't even have time to scream.

They're like fragile tomatoes.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

It exploded instantly.

No matter how hard their scales are, no matter how powerful their regenerative abilities are.

Faced with that absolute power, like a mountain collapsing.

All.

It turned into minced meat.

Boom! ! !

The earth let out a painful groan.

The entire back mountain suddenly sank downwards.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, reaching hundreds of meters high, forming a huge mushroom cloud.

The violent shockwave, carrying debris and the severed limbs of monsters, swept wildly in all directions, blowing the surviving superhumans around like rolling gourds.

I don't know how much time has passed.

It might be a minute, or it might be a century.

The dust and smoke that filled the sky finally began to dissipate.

The moon reappeared.

At this moment.

The whole world was deathly quiet.

The monsters' roars were gone.

The screams of the strange man were gone.

There wasn't even a whisper of wind.

Zhang Chulan crawled out from a pile of rubble, his face covered in dirt, and spat out a mouthful of sand before shakily opening his eyes.

next second.

He froze on the spot, as if petrified.

All that could be seen was the former dense forest and open space.

All the trees, all the rocks, all the monsters... all disappeared.

Instead.

It was an enormous, several-meter-deep... palm print.

The palm print was clearly imprinted on the earth, with distinct lines.

And at the bottom of the pit where the palm print was.

It was covered with a thick layer of dark red and dark green sauce...

smooth.

smooth.

It felt like being run over hundreds of times by the world's top-of-the-line road roller.

Right at the edge of this huge palm print.

Zhang Taichu remained standing there.

The white robe was spotless, not even the hem was disheveled, making it stand out starkly against the backdrop of the mess on the ground.

He took a handkerchief from his pocket, gently wiped his fingers which were clean, and then casually tossed the handkerchief into the huge pit.

His face showed a hint of displeasure at not being properly cleaned.

"Really..."

"A bunch of trash."