Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

"...You, a local tyrant, how come you're always doing such shady things?"

Lin Chen's tone was undisguisedly sarcastic, as if he were criticizing a disappointing junior.

"But that's understandable," he shook his head, "Someone like you probably can't sleep at night unless you hold someone's life in your hands, right?"

Huang Jun's face turned pale and then red, and his lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Just as Lin Chen was talking non-stop and Huang Jun was becoming suspicious—

"Master Huang!"

A gruff voice boomed from outside the crowd, shattering the delicate balance.

A burly man pushed his way through the crowd, his face beaming with excitement, completely oblivious to the strange atmosphere in the room.

"Boss Huang, the brothers are back! We arrested over five thousand people today, and we got a lot of supplies too! You have no idea how difficult it is to arrest people these days—"

He wiped his sweat and continued, "The people are too scattered. Many have gone to Hu San and the military, making the brothers run themselves ragged..."

As he spoke, he finally realized that something was wrong.

Why does Master Huang look so unwell?

He turned his head blankly and saw Lin Chen, with a lazy giant panda next to him.

"Master Huang, what's going on here..." The burly man scratched his head, looking bewildered.

Lin Chen looked at him, a slight smile playing on her lips. She raised her head and slowly glanced around.

There are many more people now than before.

People continued to squeeze in from the outside, a dense, dark mass of long knives.

Looking around, there are at least tens of thousands of people.

Lin Chen withdrew his gaze and returned it to Huang Jun's face.

With a hint of amusement in his eyes, he suddenly asked, "Have most of your people returned?"

Huang Jun was taken aback, not yet realizing what those words meant, but he subconsciously replied:

"Not bad, my Greatsword Sect has tens of thousands of superhumans, isn't that powerful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Lin Chen's smile deepen.

Lin Chen moved his neck, and his bones made a slight "click" sound.

Then he lowered his head, patted Yuanzai's fluffy head, and said, "When the fight starts, go and block the door."

Yuanzai nodded.

That movement was so natural.

Huang Jun's hair stood on end instantly; he finally realized what was happening.

This is ridiculous—he's waiting for everyone else to arrive!

He wants to wipe out the Big Knife Society all at once?!

He's all alone?!

How dare he?!

Huang Jun's pupils contracted sharply, and a chill ran down his spine and straight to the top of his head.

Just then, Lin Chen raised his head and looked at him.

His gaze suddenly changed.

He was no longer the lazy, nonchalant person he had been before.

It is contempt.

It's disdain.

It is disgust.

It's like watching a pile of trash finally come together, ready to be cleaned up all at once.

"Alright," Lin Chen said, "Enough with the nonsense, let's get to work."

Huang Jun disregarded everything else and shouted fiercely, "Attack him! Chop him down!"

The impatient underlings responded with a roar, raised their long swords, and charged forward.

At the same instant, Yuanzai let out a deafening roar, his massive body transforming into a black and white afterimage as he charged straight towards the only exit of the underground parking garage.

Countless superhumans along the way were blasted away by it, each one severely injured and on the verge of death.

A Tang sword appeared out of thin air in Lin Chen's hand; the blade was long and slender, gleaming with a cold light.

He took a step forward.

Then, the blade flashed.

There are no fancy moves, no unnecessary actions.

He simply slashed them one by one, like harvesting wheat, and the superhumans charging towards him fell in droves.

Screams, gasps, and muffled thuds of flesh being torn apart mingled together in the enclosed space.

Just then—

A strange force suddenly slammed into Lin Chen.

Lin Chen felt his blood suddenly boil, as if he were being roasted on a fire, or as if he were being torn apart from the inside by countless hands.

Every drop of blood struggled, roared, and tried to break free of the blood vessels and escape his body.

He stopped and slowly turned his head to look at Huang Jun.

At this moment, Huang Jun was covered in blood red, not from his clothes, but from an eerie light emanating from beneath his skin.

His whole body seemed to be shrouded in blood mist, even his eyes were bloodshot.

Lin Chen looked at him, her brows slightly furrowed.

"This is your special ability?" His voice remained calm, but tinged with curiosity. "It affects the blood?"

Huang Jun looked at Lin Chen's pale face—no, it was no longer just pale, but flushed with an unnatural redness, with veins throbbing wildly under the skin.

He laughed triumphantly, his laughter was arrogant.

"Not bad!" He spread his arms, the crimson light surging around him. "This is my S-rank ability, Blood Control!"

He took a step forward, looking at Lin Chen as if he were looking at prey that had finally fallen into a trap.

"So what if you can kill a small knife in one move?" His voice grew louder and louder. "Before my blood control technique, every drop of your blood is my weapon! With just a thought from me—"

He stretched out his hand, his five fingers slowly closing.

"Your blood will explode from your body!"

Lin Chen once again slashed down the henchman who lunged at him, the blade slicing across the man's neck and sending up a cloud of blood.

He looked up at Huang Jun, who was covered in sweat not far away, and sneered:

"Idiot."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the blade flashed again.

Three more people rushed up. Lin Chen sidestepped, his blade sweeping across, and two heads flew off. The third person was kicked away, crashing into the crowd behind him and crushing a group of people.

Among the crowd, several remote ability users finally found an opportunity.

Ice arrows condensed, fireballs rose, and lightning crackled at their fingertips—they aimed at Lin Chen and attacked simultaneously!

An ice arrow pierced through the air.

The fireball hurtled towards them, trailing a fiery tail.

Lightning flashed like silver snakes dancing wildly.

Then--

Lin Chen's figure disappeared.

All the attacks missed their mark, landing squarely on their comrades who were still charging forward.

"ah--!"

Screams erupted. Some were pierced through the chest by ice arrows, some were burned alive by fireballs, and some were electrocuted and collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

Amid the chaos, Lin Chen's figure reappeared on the other side, and the blade continued its reaping.

Huang Jun's expression changed completely.

He had pushed his superpower to its limit, using all his strength, but it only made Lin Chen's skin turn red.

The veins are throbbing, the blood is boiling—but it just won't come out.

Not a single drop.

"How is this possible..." Huang Jun muttered to himself, sweat rolling down his forehead, dripping into his eyes without him even bothering to wipe it away.

The bodies around Lin Chen were piled up like a mountain.

He stood in the middle of the mountain of corpses, his blade dripping blood, and glanced back at Huang Jun.

That look in his eyes was as if he were watching a joke.

He then turned and continued to slaughter the superhumans who rushed towards him.

It must be said that these people are truly courageous; even in the face of Lin Chen's near-massacre, they still charged forward one after another.