My whole family was brutally murdered? I awakened the thug system and went on a killing spree.

Fifty meters underground in the northern suburbs.

A hundred-meter-long beam of blue light stretched straight into the sky.

Qin Meng stood beside the main node of the spiritual vein. The remaining ninth-order blood energy and pure spiritual energy around him converged and were forcibly absorbed into his body by his battle-hardened physique.

His dark gold skin was cracked with fissures that glowed with a reddish-brown molten lava due to the extreme heat.

On my retina, the system panel's values ​​were fluctuating rapidly.

The ferocity value gained from slaying the incomplete eighth-tier enemy is now settling into the deeper genetic chains of my body in an extremely violent manner.

A dull squeezing sound emanated from deep within the bones; this body was undergoing a new qualitative change.

The city of Jiangcheng was completely shaken.

Air raid sirens mingled with the patrol siren, forcefully tearing through the night sky.

Ye Wujiang led 300 heavily armed special agents, driving dozens of explosion-proof heavy trucks, to block the perimeter of the abandoned mining area.

The tracks crushed the gravel, and the engine roared.

Dozens of high-powered searchlights swept across the area, turning the night sky at the edge of the pit a ghastly white.

The heavily armed convoy, lined up end to end, formed a grim military formation that completely surrounded the site of the spiritual vein eruption.

Thousands of Gauss rifles were loaded, and infrared sights crisscrossed above the crater.

At the edge of the deep pit, geniuses from three clans gathered, and of the four major families in the provincial capital, only Jiang Nuonuo had not yet stopped.

Ye Wujiang, dressed in special operations uniform, stood on the roof of the blast-proof vehicle and issued orders.

Beside him, Wang Shoucai of the Wang family bowed obsequiously and offered a cup of hot tea with both hands.

Ye Wujiang took the teacup and turned to look at Zhao Wuwei, who was ten steps away.

"Your Zhao family lost two peak seventh-tier elders, and even that good-for-nothing Zhao Tianci died at the hands of a lowly insect."

Ye Wujiang's voice was extremely cold, carrying undisguised arrogance, "Does the Zhao family still have the face to stay in this Jiangcheng situation?"

The elite troops from the surrounding families and the soldiers of the patrol office all gasped in shock.

Zhao Tianci is dead.

Zhao Wuwei, the number one genius of the Zhao family, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.

Instead of getting angry, he smiled, maintaining a perfect smiling tiger demeanor, and gently bowed to give up half a body space.

"Young Master Ye is right. Tianci's skills are lacking, and he deserves to die. Naturally, Young Master Ye should drink the first soup of this spiritual vein."

He turned and retreated. His right hand, behind his back, made a hand gesture. Two Zhao family assassins silently disappeared into the darkness, quickly setting up blood sacrifice array patterns along the outer ruins.

Ye Wujiang snorted coldly.

He casually smashed the teacup, splashing scalding tea onto Wang Shoucai's high-end leather shoes.

"Heavy Artillery Battalion." Ye Wujiang drew his sidearm and pointed it at the deep pit. "Load the bunker-buster incendiary bombs. Blow that bottom layer of garbage in the pit, along with the outer shell of the spiritual vein, to ashes."

The sound of tracks grinding together filled the air. Eight heavy artillery pieces raised their barrels.

Suddenly, a hand pressed down on the foremost cannon barrel.

Li Shiyi of the Li family.

With a single exertion of force, an extremely powerful azure aura burst forth from his body, transforming into a tangible azure light. The steel cannon barrel emitted a teeth-grinding, twisting sound as it was forcibly writhed into a lump of scrap metal by this force.

"You want to destroy the main vein as well?" Li Shiyi's voice was harsh.

He tossed a dark green bead with his backhand.

The sphere exploded directly above the pit. A massive amount of highly toxic miasma poured vertically into the pit. The hissing sound of the strong acid corroding the rock was chilling. The soil on the pit walls blackened and dissolved at a visible rate.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Wang Shoucai's hand holding the tea tray suddenly trembled, and the tea tray fell to the ground.

Ye Wujiang's face turned completely gloomy.

Early stage of the eighth rank.

The usually low-key Li Shiyi has actually stepped into the eighth rank. The balance of power among the geniuses of the four clans in the provincial capital has been completely broken tonight.

The toxic miasma filled the deep pit, emanating a ghastly green smoke.

The four geniuses repositioned themselves, exchanging glances and calculating the bottom line for dividing the spiritual vein.

thump.

The extremely muffled sound of a heartbeat penetrated fifty meters of rock and carried to the ground.

The searchlight glass on the explosion-proof vehicle's roof cracked repeatedly from the impact.

thump.

A second heartbeat was heard. A dozen or so patrol soldiers standing nearby clutched their chests and coughed up blood.

boom!

A transparent high-pressure vacuum column with a diameter of ten meters rose from the ground.

The violent physical kinetic energy directly cleaved the poisonous miasma and the thick clouds above in two, forcibly creating a passage to absolute vacuum.

The entire room fell silent.

Qin Meng was shirtless, his muscles bulging and twisting in an abnormally grotesque manner. On his dark skin, dark red blood energy intertwined with cyan spiritual energy.

His right foot was on the void.

The air molecules underfoot were ignited by the heavy stomp, squeezing out a white ring of air.

He stepped into thin air and emerged.

The extremely malevolent energy that had just been slain by the incomplete eighth-tier being, combined with the pure mass of three hundred points of physique, transformed into a substantial physical pressure that crashed down upon the entire mining area.

The eighth-order true qi within Li Shiyi was forcibly impacted by an external force, causing it to surge wildly and forcing him to retreat three steps, leaving a deep pit beneath his feet on the special steel plate.

Ye Wujiang's arrogance froze on his face.

Zhao Wuwei's smile froze completely, and his gold-rimmed glasses fell to the ground.

Everyone looked up at the dark golden figure in mid-air. The extreme pressure made the legs of the thousands of elite soldiers present go weak, and the sound of weapons falling from their hands rose and fell.

Outside, dozens of terrified elite patrol officers instinctively pulled the trigger.

The blue light of the Gauss rifle illuminated.

Qin Meng hovered in mid-air, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the scene.

He raised his right arm and swung it casually.

The vacuum cutting line accompanying the intermediate punch swept across in a fan shape.

There were no obstacles.

Dozens of fully armed elite soldiers, along with their heavy armor, were cleanly severed at the waist. The metal and flesh at the cut instantly carbonized.

Their upper bodies slid down together.

Blood rained down from the sky, splashing onto Ye Wujiang and Li Shiyi's faces.

Extreme fear spread wildly among the allied forces. The defensive line collapsed, and thousands of elite soldiers screamed as they tumbled and crawled backward, trampling each other.

Qin Meng withdrew his hand and his body fell.

boom.

Both feet touched the ground. The hard rock was trampled, creating large, spiderweb-like cracks.

He looked at the provincial capital's pride, who stood frozen in front of him.

"Who were you trying to blow up just now?" Qin Meng took a step forward. The extremely high temperature of his body instantly evaporated the blood beneath his feet.