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

Total collapse! Old Dog self-destructs.

The old man from the Zhao family had solidified golden aura wrapped around his arms. The golden light was dazzling, even cutting black slits into the air.

He unleashed his signature move, "City Destroyer and Mountain Collapse," leaving a golden afterimage as he swooped down with a sharpness that seemed to tear through space.

The Li family's superpowered individual formed hand seals, and a dazzling blue light erupted from the tip of his staff.

The surrounding temperature plummeted to absolute freezing.

Dozens of extremely cold ice meteorites, each ten meters in diameter, condensed in mid-air, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, completely sealing off all of Qin Meng's escape routes.

The decisive battle was instantly formed, both in the sky and on the ground.

Faced with this devastating attack, Qin Meng burst into wild laughter.

The full mass of 300 points of physique, combined with temperatures approaching 3,000 degrees Celsius, explodes.

He stomped heavily on the void.

[Take a step into the air.]

A dazzling white sonic boom cloud exploded beneath our feet. The immense reaction force blasted a crater five meters in diameter into the rock beneath our feet.

Qin Meng transformed into a dark red afterimage, soaring into the sky amidst the overwhelming onslaught.

There were no fancy martial arts techniques. There was no external energy projection.

There was only a pair of pitch-black, fleshy fists that radiated terrifying heat.

boom! boom! boom!

Qin Meng's fists slammed repeatedly into the extremely cold ice meteorite at a supersonic speed. The 3,000-degree heat came into contact with the absolute zero ice.

A violent thermodynamic phase transition reaction was triggered in mid-air.

The extremely cold meteorites shattered one after another. The countless ice fragments were instantly vaporized into a thick white mist.

Completely destroying everything in its path.

The so-called eighth-order superpowers are incredibly fragile and easily shattered in the face of this perfectly forged body.

A dark red figure pierced through the white mist.

Qin Meng's fist met Zhao's elder's descending golden aura head-on.

The fist clashed head-on with the qi.

boom!

The sonic boom that shattered eardrums and the sound of bones cracking rang out simultaneously.

The eighth-order Golden Fiend Qi that the Zhao family elder was so proud of couldn't even withstand for a millisecond against the pure physical mass of three hundred points of physique, shattering instantly. It turned into countless golden specks of light and dissipated into the night sky.

The black fist slammed straight in, striking the old man's chest hard.

A surge of violent kinetic energy burst forth from his body.

"No—" The old man only had time to let out a short scream.

His right arm, along with half of his body, exploded into a gruesome cloud of blood mist mid-air. Shredded flesh and entrails rained down.

The mangled corpse crashed to the ground, creating a charred crater three meters deep.

The aftershocks swept wildly in all directions.

The Li family's superhuman suffered a powerful kinetic energy backlash, shattering his protective elemental shield inch by inch. Blood flowed from his seven orifices, his staff flew out of his hand, and he plummeted from mid-air, crashing heavily into the ruins, his fate unknown.

More than ten kilometers away.

The top of an abandoned high-rise building.

Jiang Nuonuo held up the binoculars, frozen in place.

Her brain completely stopped functioning.

That was an instinctive surrender to extreme violence. The high and mighty veteran eighth-tier warrior was blasted apart by that man with a single punch.

All the local leaders who witnessed this scene were speechless. They didn't even notice their communicators falling to the ground.

The mining area was deathly silent. Only white mist swirled in the night wind, mingling with the pungent smell of blood.

The image of a veteran eighth-tier fighter being severely damaged in a single blow was instantly transmitted to all the underground forces in Jiangcheng and the provincial capital's outposts through the remaining tactical radar and frantic reports from informants.

The only sound on the communication channels of the various factions was heavy breathing.

Blood rained down, mixed with bits of flesh and shredded organs, pelting the muddy ruins below.

The flesh and blood of high-level martial artists, forged through countless trials, carry extremely high-density energy. When these fragments land, the high temperature scalds the murky water, causing it to hiss and emit white smoke.

A large piece of sternum, still imbued with remnants of golden evil energy, smashed the hood of an explosion-proof heavy truck. The groaning sound of twisting metal was particularly jarring in the mining area at that moment.

The remaining heavily armed special agents and elite assassins from the outer perimeter of the patrol unit completely collapsed in the face of this scene.

No one issued a retreat order.

Several thousand fully armed elite soldiers discarded their expensive Gauss rifles and special alloy riot shields. The dull thuds of guns hitting the mud echoed throughout the area.

Some people lay on the ground, retching violently, even vomiting jaundice fluid; many more scrambled and crawled, stepping on their companions' bodies as they desperately ran towards the darkness.

An officer in the supervisory team drew his sidearm and attempted to fire a shot into the air to stabilize the formation. Before he could pull the trigger, three deserters with bloodshot eyes tackled him to the ground.

Special forces boots mercilessly crushed the officers' necks. The will to survive robbed these men of their reason, and the rigidly hierarchical tactical organization disintegrated into a chaotic mess.

Qin Meng's inhuman physical crushing power, both physiologically and psychologically, completely shattered the backbone of these high-ranking lackeys.

The gaze pierces through the chaotic battlefield, settling on the depths of the ruins.

Beneath the heavy, remnants of the load-bearing wall, rubble tumbled down. The eighth-level ability user from the Li family struggled to prop himself up.

This old fellow lived to be 130 years old, and his semi-immortal body, built up with countless rare and precious materials, is now broken and dilapidated.

His sternum caved in at an unusually sharp angle, and each inhalation was accompanied by the hissing sound of his lungs bursting. His once magnificent blue robes were now tattered rags stained with blood.

The old man raised his head, his face, covered in age spots, contorted in agony. Fear, in his desperate situation, had catalyzed his madness.

There's no escape, and no chance of winning. Since this body is destined to be buried in the mud pit of Jiangcheng, a place where the lowest of the low gather, then let's drag everyone down with us.

The old man's fingers were interlaced in opposite directions, his fingernails piercing through the flesh of his palms. He abandoned all chances of survival and deliberately shattered the supernatural core located deep within his dantian.

Without warning, a blinding blue light shone from his abdomen. It was a precursor to nuclear fission after a high-level energy malfunction.

The light flowed upwards along the withered veins, forcefully tearing through the shriveled skin.

He used his own destruction as a catalyst to forcibly connect with the main cyan spiritual vein that was gushing outward from the ground.

Resonance occurs.

A catastrophic physical change has struck the northern suburbs.

An extreme cold storm swept in. There was no transition, no warning.

The temperature plummeted to near absolute zero in just a few breaths. The mud, blood, and even free water molecules in the air on the surface of the mining area were forcibly frozen.

A half-meter-thick layer of azure ice crystals spread rapidly along the ground, engulfing all the abandoned machinery in its path. The thick steel bars of the buildings had their toughness drained by the low temperature, and with the slightest wind pressure, they scattered into countless fragments of iron.

The storm, mixed with sharp ice needles and turbulent blue spiritual energy, formed a meat grinder-like energy vortex that spread wildly in all directions.

On the abandoned tower in the distance, the lenses of the local leader's high-powered telescope were covered in frost. Several people frantically wiped it with their sleeves, their lips turning blue from the extreme cold.

"The old madman destroyed his own core, triggering a resonance in the earth's veins... The northern suburbs are going to be flattened!" A leader clutched his head, his voice shrill and off-key.