The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

"The stress-relief room... well, it's where our supervisors can go in and sit down if they get tired..."

He didn't need to explain anymore; Song Gua already knew what it meant.

Without the ability to use professional skills, the physical gap between women and men becomes very obvious.

Women who cannot do heavy physical labor are put into so-called decompression rooms to serve other purposes.

Song Gua glared at Zhao Yingxiong, who immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

"Zhao Yingxiong... I thought that betraying Yunshan, surrendering to the enemy, and enslaving your compatriots was your bottom line. I never expected that you could break through it again. It's truly an eye-opener."

Zhao Yingxiong sensed the murderous aura on Song Gua's face, and his legs immediately went weak, causing him to kneel on the ground.

"I... I had no choice. How could a small mountain like Yunshan possibly withstand the Federation army? Not working for them meant certain death..."

"You weren't acting against your will; I just caught you red-handed. Look at you, you've been 'acting against your will' for so long, and you've even gained weight."

"I, I..."

Before Zhao Yingxiong could offer any further explanation, Song Gua had already seen Ouyang Dongsheng's wife and daughter who had been brought over.

"Send two squads."

As soon as Song Gua finished speaking, the bandits who were frantically trying to unravel the Abyss Rock bracelet split into two groups and snatched Ouyang Dongsheng's wife and daughter from the overseer, carrying them away.

When Song Gua looked at Zhao Yingxiong again, the latter seemed to see a line of words on the former's face: You're useless.

"when!!"

A pleasant sound is a good start.

Zhao Yingxiong's fortune is as prosperous as flowers in bloom.

Wherever Song Gua's gaze fell, all the third-tier professionals retreated, begging for mercy.

"Dice! Dice, have mercy! We're willing to help you save people!"

"I'll rebel with you! I'll revolt too! I've been fucking fed up with the Federation for ages!"

"We were forced into this situation!"

Song Gua shook the Thousand Transformations sword in his hand to remove the bloodstains, and said calmly.

"If you had that kind of awareness, you wouldn't have waited until I arrived to realize your mistake, first aiding and abetting evil, then turning back from your misguided ways, hoping to avoid losing on both sides? You're really trying to fool me!"

It is hateful that the Celestial Gods enslave humanity.

But those who help them enslave their fellow countrymen are even more hateful!

No matter how powerful the Phantom Ancestor is, he cannot control the entire world.

The reason Earth has reached this point is not only because the Celestial Race has mastered powerful military resources, but also because some people below are willing to cooperate with them.

Including the group of people in front of me.

In Song Gua's eyes, they could be described with an old term—traitors!

Of course, in this era, we should use a different term—traitor!

Song Gua wielded a massive hammer with a thousand transformations, casually smashing and breaking things among the group of third-tier professionals.

"when!"

"Bang!"

"Click!"

The Song hexagram possesses immense strength, its hammer's power overwhelming the world.

The hammer pounded into the flesh, separating the flesh from the bone.

Without any fancy skills or superpowers, Song Gua relies entirely on strength and speed to brutally beat treacherous people.

The nearby laborers were stunned by what they saw.

During this period, these senior supervisors who had completed three stages of the project often acted arrogantly and domineeringly in front of them.

Countless laborers were beaten to death, tortured to death, or humiliated to death by them.

However, now, they are like a pile of human-shaped tofu, easily crushed by Song Gua.

The strength of the Song hexagram is well controlled.

These people wouldn't die immediately after being hit by his hammer; they would still be groaning in pain on the ground.

You can't outrun Song Gua.

Those who tried to resist were met with brutal beatings and cuts.

In this Tianzhu base, the so-called "senior supervisors" are not limited to Zhao Yingxiong and more than a hundred others.

And many more people are continuously gathering here.

Of course, there are also clever people.

Upon discovering that the troublemakers were actually Song Gua, they immediately fled.

Want to run?

That would require the bandits' consent.

No one is going anywhere.

"Song Gua! Stop!"

A loud shout rang out.

Song Gua looked up and saw four people standing in mid-air.

Song Gua is no longer a professional and lacks the data-driven ability to view information.

However, the clones overlapping on the Song hexagram are all still professionals.

As long as they can see it, that's fine.

All four of them are above level 90, but below level 100—the level of Ancestral God Transformation is level 100.

Song Gua scoffed.

"Four small fry have arrived."

Among the four divine beings, the judge named Giru snorted coldly.

"A bunch of useless trash! So many of them can't even handle him!"

The senior supervisors all wore bitter expressions.

They seemed to be saying: No, buddy, this is a Song Dynasty divination!

The Song hexagram soared into the sky, and the senior supervisors who had escaped disaster were overjoyed.

They felt that Song Gua was busy dealing with Shen Zhuan and would definitely not be able to take care of them.

The next second, they were filled with despair.

The Song Gua figure is in mid-air, looking down at the ground.

"They are yours now."

Looking around, these senior supervisors, who had completed three rounds of work, suddenly realized...

The tens of thousands of bandits who rushed into the crowd at the beginning acted too quickly and had already untied the Abyss Rock bracelets from most of the laborers.

Emancipated serfs may not necessarily sing songs, but they will certainly take the lives of slave owners.

The overseers, senior overseers, security guards, and other personnel who usually bullied and humiliated the laborers were now surrounded by them.

The laborers at the back only regretted that they were too slow and couldn't get the first chance to attack.

Some bandit, whose location was unknown, raised his arm and shouted.

"Take up your weapons and kill—"

In an instant, roars soared into the sky, and shouts of battle shook the heavens.

"Kill them!!"

"Avenge our loved ones!!"

"Avenge Yunshan City!!"

The angry roar silenced even the pleas for mercy from these scoundrels.

The bandits not only rescued the people but also distributed weapons.

The long-suppressed laborers erupted at this moment, their adrenaline surging, and many even managed to break their weapons, despite being covered in wounds themselves.

Even a senior supervisor at the third level can't escape.

It's not just because the number of workers is simply too outrageous.

More importantly, there were bandits mixed in with them!

Only the Divine Transformation can threaten the bandits here; for the other three Transformations, it's only a matter of time before they are defeated.

After the bandits defeated the three traitors, they did not kill them, but instead threw them into the crowd.

"No!!!"

These people would rather be killed by bandits than fall into the angry crowd.

Some of them were even bitten to death.

The entire Yunshan Tianzhu construction base was in chaos.

Led by the bandits, the rioting hundreds of millions of laborers, like a bursting flood, crushed all the enemies who stood in their way.

The various professional facilities that filled the base, such as defensive towers, arrays, and barriers, were also destroyed by the crowds.

As for the physical barriers around the base, such as electric fences, barbed wire, high walls, and firearms, they could not stop the surging crowd and trampled them all.

The four divine beings in the sky, who were stationed at the Yunshan Tianzhu base, panicked when they saw the chaos below.

Giroud spoke to two of them.

"Go and suppress the riots!"

The two hadn't flown far when Song Gua slammed them back with a hammer.

From Song Gua's simple attack, the two sensed something and said with alarm,

"Song Gua, you...you're already a Spirit Illusionist?"

The Thousand Machines Transformation flew back to Song Gua's hand.

"So what do you think I did for over a month? Go on vacation?"