SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

"Old dog Fang, I did it anyway, so what? You have a problem with that?"

As Jiang Shuwan spoke, she flipped her wrist.

The long knife stabbed into the bed board twice more with a "thud," instantly creating three holes in the bed board, and wood chips flew everywhere.

The little monk beside him was surrounded by the aura of a fourth-level awakened being.

Looking at Jiang Shuwan's unruly behavior, he sighed helplessly: "This crazy girl is still just an ordinary person..."

"If I become an Awakened One in the future, I really can't imagine what life will be like."

The air fell silent instantly.

Xiao Li's smile froze on his face, and Fang Shi's anger was stuck in his throat.

All three stared at Jiang Shuwan's slender yet ruthless figure, silently pondering the terrifying nature of her words:

Jiang Shuwan has already caused enough trouble.

If she becomes an Awakened One...

This house is probably going to be demolished and rebuilt, right?

wrong……

Demolishing and rebuilding would be the best possible outcome...

In the blink of an eye.

Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

A giant cruise ship cuts through the sea and is slowly sailing toward the island.

At this moment, nearly a thousand awakened individuals stood in formation on the beach surrounding the island.

They are the elite who survived decades of trials on this island of slaughter.

At the very front stood an elderly man holding a cane, his aura as tangible as a physical presence enveloping the surroundings. His cloudy eyes were fixed on the black cruise ship in the distance, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he were deep in thought.

"Old Fang, what exactly is His Majesty up to this time?"

"They're going to summon all the awakened ones on the island?"

The man in the black trench coat strode to the old man's side, a hint of solemnity on his arrogant face.

The black longbow in his hand gleamed coldly, and the aura of a seventh-level high-level cultivator quietly spread, causing the surrounding awakened ones to subconsciously take a half-step back.

Followed by.

A monk in a robe approached with his palms together, surrounded by a faint golden light, and also exuding the aura of a high-level seventh-rank cultivator: "This is indeed unusual. The entire island has mobilized. We have never seen such a scene before."

Just then.

The hundreds of Awakened figures behind them suddenly retreated to both sides with terrified expressions.

Some people even stumbled and fell because they retreated too quickly.

They made way for them as if avoiding a flood or a ferocious beast, barely daring to breathe, for fear of accidentally angering that old lady.

Xiao Li, the monk, and the old man all turned around to look at the same time.

Xiao Li chuckled, "It's like a dream. This crazy girl has really become a killing god."

"You should say that to her face, not whisper it to us." The monk glanced at him indifferently and put his hands together in prayer.

Xiao Li raised an eyebrow: "This crazy woman, I could joke around with her when she was weak, but now you're joking with her?"

"Those two bloody blades of hers could be cleaving me in the head any second. I can't afford to mess with her."

As he spoke, he deliberately took half a step back, which made the monk unable to suppress his laughter.

"Sigh." The old man sighed softly, tapping his cane on the sand. "Except for the first year after she arrived on the island, this girl still had a shred of respect for me."

"After that, they completely disregarded me."

"She really wasn't afraid that if she angered us back then, we would slap her to death."

"Ha ha!"

Xiao Li laughed wildly: "So, this is the real her!"

"If she didn't have this personality, we might have killed her long ago."

"To put it bluntly, we're just pathetic; we enjoy playing along with her." The monk shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"After playing with her for so long, I suddenly realized I don't dare to play with her anymore. Who knows what crazy thing this crazy woman will do next?"

In the passageway cleared by the crowd.

A woman dressed in black is slowly walking towards them.

She was stunningly beautiful, with skin as white as snow, and long, jet-black hair loosely tied into a bun, with a few stray strands hanging down her neck.

Two blood-red longswords hung at his waist, and the violent aura around him was like an invisible wind blade, forcing the awakened ones on both sides to take a few more steps back.

She walked straight past the three men, stood at the very front, and calmly looked at the cruise ship: "Old dog Fang, it's about to depart."

"Aren't you going to tell us the location of this operation?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly turned around to look at the old man, and the long sword at her waist was drawn half an inch from its sheath with a "whoosh".

The cold light reflected from the blade made the old man's pupils shrink abruptly.

"If you don't tell me, I'll chop you up."

"Whoosh—"

As if they had rehearsed countless times, Xiao Li and the monk simultaneously transformed into two afterimages and retreated to the sides.

Retreat to a safe distance where you can just hear the conversation but will not be affected.

The old man stared at the madwoman before him, her long sword half-drawn, her brows furrowed.

The cane slammed heavily on the ground—with a loud "bang," a deep crater was created in the ground, and gravel flew everywhere.

He took a deep breath, his cloudy eyes suddenly turning serious, and his voice held a hint of fear of the unknown:

"We will enter a country called China."

The moment the words left his mouth, all four of them simultaneously constricted their pupils!

Xiao Li shook his head violently, thinking he was hallucinating.

The monk's clasped hands trembled slightly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Jiang Shuwan's knuckles turned white as she gripped the scabbard, and even her breathing slowed down.

China—that's one of the legendary four forbidden zones!

Xiao Li was the first to regain his senses, his brows furrowing, his voice booming like thunder: "Old man Fang! Are you trying to drag us all down with you?"

"That's China!"

"These forbidden lands have protectors, are you crazy?"

"Or do you feel you've had enough of living and want to take us down with you?"

The monk looked up at Fang Shi, his clasped hands tightening slightly, his gaze calm yet concealing worry: "Even if the four of us combine our strength, we probably won't be able to even get into the outer perimeter of this country, China."

He paused, then added casually, "Whether we can cross that endless ice wall that surrounds the perimeter of China is another matter."

"We can't even break through that invisible barrier on the outside, can we?"

Jiang Shuwan clicked as she sheathed the blood-red longsword, her eyes filled with an unprecedented solemnity.

She lived on the island for 15 years and had heard countless people mention the four forbidden zones.

And China is the closest to them.

From the age of 20, she had been going off the island alone to carry out killing missions, and had heard countless rumors about China—

Some say it's the darkest hell, while others say it's the happiest paradise.

But she knew even better that those powerful forces that tried to seize control of China, no matter how strong, would ultimately perish on that land.

Among them are many top figures at the eighth rank.

She looked up at Fang Shi, her voice cold: "Old dog Fang, are you mute? Give us a reason to die with you."

Fang Shi's gaze swept over the three tense faces, and he sighed softly, his voice tinged with helplessness:

"This was a unified summons from His Majesty; we are just one of the teams heading to China."

He paused, his tone growing increasingly heavy: "Besides His Majesty personally leading the army, several important figures from Zhongzhou are also going along."