One person said: The essence of Wuhou Qimen lies not in Qimen, but in Wuhou.

As for Lü Liang, who was walking at the very back, he was almost completely broken.

As soon as he entered the room, he was met with Lü Ci's one eye.

The savagery and murderous intent surging in that single eye almost materialized into a steel blade, threatening to tear him apart on the spot!

Lu Liang's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat, but he forcibly suppressed his trembling calves, took a deep breath, quickly adjusted his facial muscles, and put on a "I am a nationally protected animal" expression, like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water.

"Click".

The special forces soldier stood at the doorway, coldly surveying the old monster and madman inside, and issued a stern warning in a standard, formal tone:

"Wait quietly."

No one may leave their seat without permission, nor may they conspire or talk in private. The use of supernatural abilities or any underhanded tactics is strictly prohibited.

Violators will be considered as endangering public safety and will be subdued on the spot.

After saying that, without giving these usually high and mighty figures any chance to argue, the special forces soldier slammed the door shut with a loud bang!

The room fell silent once again.

Gong Qing remained calm and composed, walking directly to an empty chair under the octagonal table. He straightened his Taoist robe and sat down leisurely.

Ding Shian shrugged, pulled out the chair next to him without any ceremony, and sat down with an air of authority.

Lu Liang froze on the spot, blinked, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

Apart from the red main seat at the very top, reserved for the task force leader, there was only one empty chair left in the room.

And that chair... just so happens to be right next to Lu Ci, the mad dog of the Lu family and his great-grandfather!

In his mind, Lü Liang cursed all the gods and immortals.

But as a member of the lower class struggling to survive in the cracks, his resilience in social survival is fully displayed at this moment.

Lü Liang gritted his teeth, took a few quick steps, and trotted over to pull out a chair. He even turned to the side and gave Lü Ci, whose face was so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water, an extremely obedient, extremely bright, but soulless fake smile, as if to say:

"Grandpa...it's been a long time! You seem to be in excellent health!"

Lu Ci's temples were throbbing with veins, his knuckles were cracking, and he looked like a volcano about to erupt, but he managed to suppress his urges because of the menacing gun barrels outside the door, which made his face turn red.

Leaders of the righteous path, the four major families, villains of the Quanxing Sect...

A group of superhumans who should have been fighting a bloodbath in the back mountains were now like elementary school students being punished by the headmaster, crammed together at the same table, engaging in a frantic silent battle and brainstorming session with their eyes.

Absurd, comical, yet imbued with a suffocating sense of order.

……

The red brick and green tile house at the foot of the mountain was eerily peaceful, while the dense forest behind Longhu Mountain had been transformed into a battlefield!

The time stopped at exactly 11 PM.

Early midnight, to the second!

Hundreds of organized armed superhumans from the Special Operations Brigade of the Jiangxi Provincial Military Region have constructed three lines of defense. Stealth helicopters hovered at an altitude of a thousand meters under the pale moonlight, electromagnetically silent, with full-power aerial firepower on standby.

But these few hundred people were only responsible for securing the outer defense line.

The real blade that tore through the darkness was the elite force carefully selected from the special forces of superhumans in various war zones—aside from the two people accompanying Zhuge Ming, a total of eighteen elite superhuman warriors, codenamed "Clear the Barrier," stormed in!

Operation codename: Nail Pulling!

……

Scene 1: The Six Thieves of Quanxing

In the heart of the back mountain, beneath a towering ancient locust tree.

Huang Dan, Dou Zhong, Shou Shuai, and the other three thieves were leaning against a tree trunk, their eyes closed as they rested, a cruel sneer on their lips, waiting for midnight to plunder the Heavenly Master's Mansion's scripture pavilion on the back mountain.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Six faint, almost completely swallowed-up sounds of air being torn apart suddenly rang out!

"Enemy attack!"

The six were, after all, long-established core members of Quanxing, with extremely fast reflexes. In an instant, they opened their eyes and sprang up, forming the Six Desires Circle Formation back to back, their Qi surging wildly around them!

However, as soon as the defensive stance was adopted, a piercing numbness exploded through the meridians like a raging tide!

Each person had a miniature alloy ballistic needle embedded in their body, leaving no blind spots! The high-concentration mixed neurotoxin inside the needle, combined with a potent Qi-sealing agent, swept through their meridians in a fraction of a second!

"What's going on... why can't I mobilize my Qi?!" Huang Dan's eyes bulged, his legs went weak, and he knelt heavily on the ground.

"I...I can't muster any strength...What is this thing?!"

"Thump! Thump!"

Under the waning moon, the six thieves of Quanxing, who were feared by all, collapsed one after another into the mud within three seconds, like six puddles of mud.

The shadows of the trees swayed.

Two imposing figures, as tall as mountains, emerged silently from nothingness.

His entire body was covered in matte black carbon fiber combat gear, his four night vision goggles glowed with a ghastly green light, a miniature submachine gun was hanging on his chest, a specially made Qi-breaking military knife was strapped to the outside of his thighs, and a large-caliber assault rifle and a heavy sniper rifle were slung across his back.

He had none of the flamboyant airs of a martial arts master, only a pure, cold, crushing sense of oppression belonging to a modern war machine!

The six thieves of Quanxing looked up in terror at the two death gods of the night who had descended from the sky, their teeth chattering uncontrollably.

One of the soldiers calmly put away his tactical tranquilizer pistol and pressed his hand against the bone conduction throat microphone at his throat:

"All six thieves are paralyzed and unable to resist. Calling the recovery team."

Before the words were even finished, everything went black for the six of them, and they lost consciousness completely.

……

Scene Two: The Three Corpses - Tu Junfang

The back mountain cliffs, perched atop ancient trees.

The Corpse Demon Tu Junfang sat alone at the top of a tree branch, his long gray hair fluttering in the wind.

As the sole successor of the Anlu Three Demons Sect, he can stir up the upper, middle, and lower levels of the human mind's inner self.

His perception of the desires and vitality emanating from living people far surpassed that of ordinary martial arts masters.

suddenly!

An extremely cold aura, devoid of greed, anger, or even fear, pierced his senses like a sharp blade!

"Who?!"

Tu Junfang's scalp tingled, and he suddenly opened his eyes, his clothes instantly soaked with cold sweat!

He didn't even have time to think before he swooped down from the tree like a giant bat!

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two specially made high-explosive tranquilizer grenades grazed his clothes and embedded themselves hard into the tree trunk, instantly blasting the bowl-sized branches into dust!

Tu Junfang somersaulted through the air, his black Three Corpse Poison Qi erupting violently, tearing apart the barrier of splattered medicinal liquid. The moment his feet touched the ground, he took off running without hesitation!

However, he had only taken two steps when, out of the shadows directly in front of him, a ghostly black figure tore through the air without warning!

There was no martial arts routine at all in the starting stance; it was a special tactical flying knee strike imbued with terrifying protective force!

"Bang!!"

A dull thud tore through the night sky. Tu Junfang's ribs visibly caved in, and he was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing heavily into a century-old pine tree. A mouthful of scalding blood gushed out!

"Damn it... Since you're courting death, come out now! Three Corpses Transform!!"

A fierce and crazed glint flashed in Tu Junfang's eyes, which instantly turned into bottomless black! Billowing black smoke erupted from his body, and three twisted, bizarre, gigantic humanoid demonic shadows rose from the ground, roaring as they pounced on the special forces soldiers in front of them!

Every human being has the three deadly desires! Once you're tainted by even a trace of them, even a god can't save you!

However, the soldier in front of him didn't even change his expression.

The next moment—

"Buzz—"

In the night clouds thousands of meters above the ground, the stealth armed helicopter subtly adjusted its nose pitch.

Inside the cabin, the top-tier superhuman sniper lay prone behind an extended heavy anti-materiel rifle. The runes on the heavy barrel, carved with a special weapon-refining array, suddenly lit up, and the high-magnification thermal imaging and Qi disturbance spectrum eyepiece instantly locked onto Tu Junfang's brow!

"boom!!"

It was a deep, muffled rumble of thunder in the air.

A 12.7mm armor-piercing incendiary round, enhanced by the craftsmanship of Tiangongtang and engraved with Qi-breaking runes, tore through the night at three times the speed of sound!

Tu Junfang's violent Three Corpse Black Qi was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper in front of that bullet!

"Pfft!"

The bullet pierced through his forehead and exited through the back of his head, bringing with it a cloud of blinding blood mist. It then pierced through the ancient pine tree behind him, which was as thick as a person's embrace, leaving a charred hole the size of a bowl!

The three enormous black shadows suddenly dissipated into wisps of smoke.

Tu Junfang's eyes were wide open, his eyeballs still frozen with the pale outline reflected from the helicopter's heat source. He fell straight down in a pool of blood like a puppet with its strings cut.

Two ground soldiers stepped forward to fill the gap with expressionless faces, their guns slightly lowered.

"Target put up a stubborn resistance and has been eliminated. Clearance complete."

……