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

Rumble—!!!

That golden sword intent did not descend.

It's like a pillar that pierces the sky, suspended above the central square.

The clouds were broken up, revealing the dark blue sky behind them.

Sunlight pierced through the golden sword energy, refracting countless sharp rays that were too dazzling to look at directly, and fell upon the ravaged square.

The temporary workers, who had just been menacing and surrounded the area, were now frozen in place as if by a spell.

Tick.

A drop of cold sweat slid down Hei Guan's resolute chin, hit the scorching marble floor tiles, and evaporated instantly.

His right arm, which was already brimming with Qi and powerful enough to shatter an armored vehicle with a single punch, was now bulging with veins, and the muscles were throbbing wildly like raging, twisted dragons.

He was exerting force.

He was trying to resist the terrifying pressure that was descending from the sky, and he tried to raise his arm.

But that one inch of distance felt like an insurmountable chasm.

"Huff... huff..."

The clarinet's throat emitted heavy, bellows-like breathing sounds, and his eyes were bloodshot.

And not far from him.

Xiao Zizai, who is usually known for his perverted and bloodthirsty nature, is now in a state that is even more terrifying.

The scalpel, as thin as a cicada's wing, lay forlornly at his feet.

Behind the glasses, a crimson light of murderous intent flickered wildly in his eyes.

His hands were spasming uncontrollably, his fingernails digging deep into his palms, drawing blood.

I want to kill.

I want to be killed.

want to escape.

I want to kneel down.

Countless conflicting impulses exploded in his mind, twisting his usually gentle and refined face into a somewhat ferocious expression.

This is absolute power.

No need to lift a finger, or even speak.

A mere wisp of sword intent, suspended in mid-air, was enough to utterly crush the courage of these powerful figures who stood at the pinnacle of the supernatural world, preventing them from even making a move.

Zhang Taichu maintained his posture with one hand behind his back and his sword pointing to the sky.

That tattered white robe fluttered wildly in the turbulent air.

"Pfft..."

In this suffocating stalemate.

A very untimely, somewhat mocking laugh suddenly rang out.

Everyone glanced over out of the corner of their eye.

Suddenly, Wang Zhenqiu, who was standing on the west side, loosened his grip on the golden cudgel.

The divine weapon, emitting a faint golden light, instantly transformed into specks of light and dissipated into the air.

"Oh no, no way."

Wang Zhenqiu collapsed as if he had no bones. He shrugged dramatically, wiped non-existent cold sweat from his forehead, and his signature cynical smile returned to his face.

"This high-level game is too much for me, I can't afford to play it."

"With my small frame, if I got hit by this, I probably wouldn't even be able to find any dust."

As he spoke, he actually plopped down on the pile of rubble, pulled a lollipop from his pocket, popped it into his mouth, and mumbled:

"I surrender."

"Whoever falls in love can go ahead, I'm not coming up here to die."

These words immediately eased the tense atmosphere.

The clarinet's taut muscles relaxed slightly for a moment, and he exhaled a long breath.

Old Meng's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his eyes filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.

Even the frantically flashing red light in Xiao Zizai's eyes gradually dimmed, and he regained his calm, almost ruthless demeanor.

He pushed up his glasses, bent down to pick up the scalpel from the ground, and carefully wiped away the dust. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if the person who had almost lost control just now was not him at all.

No one dared to take a step forward.

Faced with that certain death line, this group of madmen chose reason.

"That's right."

Zhang Taichu slowly withdrew his hand that was pointing to the sky.

The golden sword intent suspended in the air did not dissipate, but instead transformed into countless tiny golden rays, disappearing like stars into the void three zhang around him.

If he wants to.

These golden rays could reassemble into a god-slaying sword at any time.

He straightened his cuffs, turned around, and sat back down on the bench.

Seeing Chen Duo's hands covered in cream, Zhang Taichu frowned, took out a wet wipe from his sleeve, grabbed Chen Duo's hand, and wiped it clean bit by bit.

"Zhang Taichu!"

Just then.

The large, dark screen in the center of the square lit up again.

Zhao Fangxu's slightly pale face, yet still managing to maintain a dignified air, once again captured everyone's attention.

Although his voice was amplified through the speakers, it still couldn't hide the slight tremor in it.

Clearly, the power of that sword strike, even through the screen, had a tremendous psychological impact on the company chairman.

"You're openly defying All-Knowing! Defying the rules of the entire world of supernatural beings!"

Zhao Fangxu took a deep breath, seemingly trying to overwhelm the other party with some kind of righteousness.

He suddenly waved his hand.

The images on the screen switched instantly.

It turned into a complex data chart and a simulation video.

In the video, centered on Chen Duo, purple poisonous gas spreads like a plague, instantly engulfing a bustling city.

Countless civilians fell to the ground, turning into pus.

The horrific scene, coupled with the stark red estimated casualty figures—[3,000,000+]—was truly shocking.

"Look at this!"

Zhao Fangxu pointed at the screen, roaring hoarsely:

"That's why we're executing her!"

"It's not because of hatred, nor because of prejudice!"

"It's because she's uncontrollable! Once the primal poison within her erupts or mutates, it will be a biohazard without an antidote!"

"Master Zhang! You are very strong; you are immune to poison."

"But what about the millions of ordinary people in this city? Aren't they afraid?"

"If saving one person means sacrificing millions, can you bear that responsibility?!"

"Longhu Mountain...can it bear that responsibility?!"

Zhao Fangxu's words were all profound and insightful, each sentence piercing the heart.

The temporary workers, who had been wavering, had complicated expressions in their eyes again after hearing these words.

Yes.

This is also why they had to take action.

Even if Chen Duo is an innocent little girl, even if she is also a victim.

But when faced with the safety of millions of people, personal sacrifice seems to be the only option.

Chen Duo kept her head down.

She looked at her fingers, which Zhang Taichu had wiped clean, and then at the horrific casualty figures on the screen.

That feeling of self-loathing that had just dissipated surged up again like a tide.

She is a disaster.

She is a monster.

As long as she lives, someone else will die.

"Master..."

Chen Duo gently withdrew her hand, her voice trembling with a hint of a sob:

"Let him kill him."

"I don't want to... hurt anyone."

Zhang Taichu's hand froze in mid-air.

He slowly raised his head, first glancing at the silly girl who was about to cry, then turning his head to look at Zhao Fangxu on the big screen.

"If what you call reasoning is just this kind of nonsense..."

Zhang Taichu slowly stood up.

He raised his right hand and made a slashing motion towards the big screen.

laugh--! ! !

A barely perceptible golden line swept across a distance of tens of meters in an instant.

Followed by.

It's sizzling!

A piercing crackling sound of electricity rang out.

The huge LED screen, about one-fifth of the upper right corner, along with its steel support structure, slid down neatly.

That was the area on the screen that displayed the casualty figures [3,000,000+].

boom!

Scrap metal crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and even glowed with a reddish light.

Zhao Fangxu's voice abruptly stopped.

On the screen, his face was still there, but the data chart next to it, which was used as a moral critique, had been cut off.

"It's so noisy."

Zhang Taichu picked at his ear, looking impatient.

"Who are you trying to scare with this kind of nonsensical data?"

"Fatty Zhao, I've noticed that all of you office workers, have your brains been squeezed by doors?"

He pointed at the screen, a cold, mocking smile playing on his lips:

"Since the problem can't be solved, the solution is to eliminate the person who caused the problem?"

"Because you yourselves are incompetent, unable to control the poison, and unable to cure this girl's illness, so you simply and brutally want to kill the patient?"

"Is this what you call the rules?"

"Is this what you call... the big picture?"

Zhang Taichu took a step forward.

As this step was taken, the ground of the entire square trembled slightly.

"Since you all like reasoning so much, then this humble Taoist will give you a proper lesson in reasoning today."

His gaze swept across the entire room, over the faces of every temporary worker, and finally settled on Zhao Fangxu, whose face was ashen, on the screen.

"The so-called uncontrollable".

Zhang Taichu raised one index finger and gently shook it:

That's just because...

"You are too weak."

"So weak that he doesn't even have the ability to heal this girl, so weak that he can only use killing to cover up his incompetence."

"But I'm different."

Zhang Taichu's voice suddenly rose, carrying an arrogant air of looking down upon the world:

"In my eyes, this so-called deadly poison, this so-called biological disaster..."

"It's just a joke."

He paused here, a flash of golden light appearing in his eyes, his tone chilling:

"Since you don't have the guts to come up and die."

"Then you should all stand there quietly."

"Listen to me, I'll have a good talk with this fat Zhao about the custody of my disciple."