Too many people are dying in this chaotic world? Then I'll activate the control panel!

Whoosh...

suddenly,

Hundreds of hidden darts shot towards Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng did not slow down; he raised his hand, grabbed some hidden weapons, and threw them back directly.

The brick flew with great force.

What were originally tiny darts were transformed by Wang Sheng into cannonballs that made a tearing sound; one dart pierced through a wall and a room.

The throw wasn't very accurate to begin with, but with such a large-scale impact, it immediately killed and injured many people.

Especially those martial artists below the Ming Jin level, many of them died instantly.

"Hidden strength, body-refining hidden strength!"

Someone, seeing that they had successfully probed Wang Sheng's background, shouted loudly.

"Where did this mad dog come from! Daring to interfere in our affairs!"

A body-refining martial artist at the mid-stage of Dark Force let out a loud shout, his entire body surging with power, his voice like thunder. He leaped up, flying over rooftops, and charged towards Wang Sheng.

A strange red light emanated from his body, like a surging red tide, making him look extremely unusual.

"With Master Hongluan taking action, even if he can't kill the newcomer, he should be able to stop him. We should hurry and find that woman; she has more than just divine pills on her."

"Hmm. Hong Luan sacrificed his parents and son to cultivate their sect's strongest technique, the Blood Sea Technique; that's truly astonishing. Hopefully, the newcomers can weaken him a bit, lest he compete with us for it later!"

Two martial arts masters with internal strength stood on a rooftop, gazing calmly at Master Hong Luan and Wang Sheng, who were about to clash. They spoke up.

"Hong Luan has made his move. Heh, if the opportunity arises, I might be able to recruit him into my Emperor's Army."

A masked martial artist at the late stage of internal strength was chasing after the woman who owned the herbal shop, while glancing back at her occasionally.

Many other opportunists were also watching, eager to see who would prevail in the battle between the two internal strength martial artists.

But Hong Luan was notorious for his killings. If he were to return to his hometown, his reputation alone would be enough to frighten children to tears and terrify a bunch of old people to death.

Therefore, many people are speculating about how many moves Hong Luan can use to defeat his opponent.

then,

In the public eye,

With high hopes placed on him by everyone, Master Hong Luan, a body refiner at the mid-stage of Dark Force, officially rushed in front of Wang Sheng.

Peng!

Just one breath,

In a second,

After their bodies intersected.

Wang Sheng's speed did not decrease at all, and he continued to charge in the direction he thought he was going to go.

Master Hongluan's body crashed directly to the ground.

Ok? ? ?

Everyone froze, their faces blank.

then,

Three full breaths passed.

Seeing that the blood-stained figure had not gotten up from the ground, everyone's expression suddenly changed drastically, and they panicked, their hearts racing.

Lying trough,

It's fake, right?

died?

Hong Luan died just like that?

That Master Hongluan, who sacrificed his parents and whose fearsome reputation became a nightmare in his hometown, was just slapped to death, or maybe several times?

The two Dark Force martial artists, who had just been hoping that Wang Sheng could weaken Hong Luan's strength, twitched their cheeks, exchanged a glance, and then turned and ran without saying a word.

What's the point of fighting anymore? The real ruthless ones have arrived!

The masked martial artist, who was still chasing the woman and was at the late stage of internal strength, was also startled. Even if he went all out, he might not be able to kill Hong Luan in one move.

"A Grandmaster of Internal Energy? No, that's impossible! He didn't display any Internal Energy level power!"

"That means I'm still at the hidden strength level. Hmph, as long as I'm at the hidden strength level, I have a chance!"

The masked martial artist muttered to himself.

"Hold him off for two breaths, then go back and divide the treasure equally!"

The masked martial artist shouted.

Many martial arts masters with internal strength, intimidated by Wang Sheng's power, turned and left. They were just a group of bandits who had temporarily gathered together; what trust could they possibly have?

However, three of them were the masked martial artist's subordinates. Gritting their teeth, they joined forces to attack Wang Sheng, hoping to stall him for a couple of breaths before leaving.

puff!

Wang Sheng threw a punch.

The iron shield of the Dark Force martial artist blocking his way shattered, the force exploding outwards, revealing a large hole in the inner armor and exposing a blood-red chest.

Then Wang Sheng turned around and kicked a martial arts master who was trying to launch a sneak attack. The master was already dead before he even hit the ground.

Upon seeing this, the remaining martial artist with internal strength was filled with fear and immediately ran away.

Wang Sheng ignored him and rushed to the spot where the silver notes had been scattered. He started picking them up right there; they were all large denomination notes of one hundred taels each.

When the others saw that this ruthless man who had slapped Hong Luan to death had arrived, they scattered like birds and beasts.

Seeing that there were still quite a few silver notes on the ground, Wang Sheng didn't chase after them.

The martial arts master, who came from the Emperor's Army, had already captured the daughter of the owner of the herbal medicine shop.

But three late-stage internal energy martial artists blocked his way, preventing him from leaving.

All four of them, along with Wang Sheng, were wearing masks to conceal their identities.

"There's only one divine pill!"

The martial arts instructor of the Emperor's Army said in a deep voice.

"Let's see who uses the most methods."

A woman, a late-stage internal energy martial artist, spoke coldly.

"Can!"

The short, stout martial artist, a late-stage master of internal strength, nodded.

"Should we eliminate him before we even start fighting?"

The last martial artist, at the late stage of the Dark Force realm, held a long spear, its tip pointed directly at Wang Sheng.

"Indeed, they want to use greed as a pretext to avoid our melee, so they can reap the benefits in the end. Don't you think that's a bit too naive, my friend?"

The female martial arts instructor looked at Wang Sheng and said in a cold voice.

Wang Sheng quickly finished picking up the silver notes and counted them; there were a total of 6,700 taels!

A huge sum of money fell from the sky!

A smile appeared on Wang Sheng's face. He was just feeling that he could no longer afford the Blood Dragon Pill when this windfall came his way.

So, in a very good mood, Wang Sheng didn't bother arguing with these people. As he walked away, he said, "You can fight, I have no interest in the divine pill!"

"Hmph, trying to run away?"

The Emperor's Army's martial arts instructors were the first to attack Wang Sheng.

"Trying to feign retreat and lure us into a fight? Your tactics are still so naive!"

The female martial artist sneered and made her second move.

"You can't escape."

The gun-wielding martial artist was the third to attack Wang Sheng.

Without saying a word, the short, stout martial arts master swung his axe at Wang Sheng.

In any case, now that Wang Sheng has appeared, his refusal to participate in the battle is tantamount to sitting on the sidelines and watching the tigers fight while he reaps the benefits.

Everyone had just witnessed Wang Sheng's strength as a body-refining martial artist.

Even if Wang Sheng joins the battle, he will most likely be surrounded and killed by everyone. They will deal with Wang Sheng, who is overpowered, first, and then distribute the Divine Pill.

So no matter what Wang Sheng chooses, in everyone's eyes, he has to die.

"You guys, really!"

"He's courting death!"

Wang Sheng frowned; he really only wanted the silver notes.

But these people just want to pressure him!

buzzing...

Wang Sheng did not let his guard down when facing an attack from four late-stage Dark Force martial artists.

then,

He went all out.

Blood Stacking Technique, third level activated.

Wang Sheng's body grew taller and expanded once more, his muscles bulging explosively. The protruding muscle tissue resembled pythons, wrapping around his entire body and presenting an unimaginable, ferocious muscle monster.

He activated the three hidden forces of the Great Monument-Smashing Hand, the Forging Gold Technique, and the White Dragon Sword Technique, empowering himself. The surging, powerful energy flowed through his body like a river.

The Eight-Line Horizontal Breathing Technique was officially activated. With each breath, the muscles throughout his body seemed to come alive, slowly writhing. Combined with his enormous body, as tall as a house, he looked incredibly bizarre and ferocious.

The four late-stage Dark Force martial artists, who were charging forward, suddenly stopped in their tracks, staring at the enormous, muscular monster with expressions of astonishment and shock.

Looking at the densely packed, writhing muscles of the python, the four men felt a chill run down their spines and their hair stand on end.