Five hundred years of stacked Q, this one Q, unique and unparalleled throughout eternity!

The next moment, the extraordinary power smashed the astonished heads of some of the extraordinary beings, and the flames instantly engulfed the mangled corpses.

The superhumans, their faces contorted in rage, had already grasped Luo Tian's intention: to lift the restrictions on them and see who would survive to the end.

These spies were cobbled together by the God-King Council, not to mention other spies, even the original members of the organization were among themselves.

With only one spot available, all spies are isolated, and everyone around them could be a potential enemy.

Therefore, the moment Luo Tian lifted the supernatural restrictions, most spies chose to attack those spies who had not yet reacted.

A mutilated head fell to the ground, its youthful face staring blankly at the middle-aged man who had made the move.

Just an hour ago, this middle-aged man was patiently instructing them on information about the royal army, telling them that the royal army would definitely come to rescue them.

However, the moment the suppression was lifted, the first person to attack him was actually the senior who had carefully taught him.

His body fell to the ground, and the next moment he was torn apart by the aftershocks of the supernatural power. The splattered blood and flesh landed on the surrounding walls with colorful and eerie hues.

The extraordinary battle erupted within this cramped heavenly prison.

There were no fancy or extraordinary techniques; everything that happened in the Heavenly Prison was simply the most primitive form of combat.

At such close range and in such a confined space, even a demigod mage capable of single-handedly incinerating a city with a forbidden spell would not prepare a large-scale spell here, because the time spent would be enough for others to kill you more than ten times over.

They mostly used abilities that consumed little energy and could kill with a single blow.

Saints and demigods, who could dominate any region in the outside world, were like trapped beasts in this heavenly prison, fighting each other in a space even smaller than an ancient gladiatorial arena.

Blood and severed limbs flew everywhere, and the violent supernatural energy devoured life at will.

But no matter how extraordinary the power, it could not leave any trace on the walls around the prison, as if the boundary of the arena opened for them was right here.

It wasn't that no one had thought of escaping the prison before them. Some extraordinary beings with spatial abilities wanted to open a spatial passage to escape. However, even a true god would find it difficult to open and break through space without the presence of a great being like Luo Tian, ​​let alone a mere spatial demigod.

The moment he failed to activate it, the backlash from the space left him frozen in place, and his head was easily crushed by a physical superhuman who was only at the Saint level.

Luo Tian watched the bloody and cruel performance in front of him quietly, as if he were watching an absurd farce.

The rate of death in the prison began to slow down, and mutilated limbs and blurred flesh piled up in a thick layer, like some kind of active fungal carpet.

The remaining spies were panting heavily, staring at each other with wary eyes, trying to squeeze out the last bit of their extraordinary power to accumulate strength.

The prolonged tension had turned their eyes bloodshot, and the mad and cruel killing intent in their eyes seemed to want to tear everyone apart.

"boom!"

The clear sound echoed within the prison, and all the spies instinctively looked towards their chests, at the sound of their hearts beating.

"Boom!"

The sound of their hearts beating quickened, and everyone in the prison seemed to be caught in some kind of astonishing synchronization, their pounding hearts like heavy drums constantly draining their strength.

The spies immediately realized this was some kind of extraordinary method, but it was already too late.

The prolonged high-intensity killings and tension masked the abnormalities in the early stages of the ability's activation; by the time the ability was truly activated, they were powerless to reverse the situation.

Hearts pounded like war drums, relentlessly draining the spies' strength. One by one, the demigods knelt weakly on the ground, letting the trembling heart strip away their power to resist.

Finally, their hearts stopped beating in an instant. The force of their exploding hearts tore through their chests, and they all collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

The prison was completely silent, as if none of the spies had survived.

Looking at the result before him, Luo Tian's eyes flashed with a hint of boredom, and he spoke in a lazy tone:

"Blood God Child".

"Yes!"

The Blood God Child beside him responded.

A glint flashed in the eyes of the Blood God Child, and before he could make any move, large swaths of flesh and blood covering the entire Heavenly Prison began to turn grayish-white. The mutilated limbs and flesh seemed to have been stripped of all life, turning into lifeless, inactive objects.

"Please stop, sir!"

A terrified voice rang out from the flesh and blood on the ground. Then, pieces of flesh and blood began to be pieced together like building blocks. The writhing flesh and blood, accompanied by disgusting, slippery sounds, formed a human figure.

He knelt on the ground, his body trembling with unease.

Having gained the ability to control flesh and blood, he used some kind of secret technique to kill the last few competitors and tried to hide himself among the severed limbs and remains, hoping to escape Luo Tian's eyes. However, it was clear that his clumsy performance had no effect.

As a mere demigod, he simply couldn't comprehend the level of a great being. In his understanding, the God-King was already beyond imagination; otherwise, he would never have entertained the idea of ​​trying to fool Luo Tian.

Looking at the figure kneeling amidst the vast expanse of flesh and blood, Luo Tian nodded and said:

"Your name is He Feng, right?"

Upon hearing Luo Tian's words, He Feng, the only survivor, immediately raised his head. He was the same He Feng who had just been imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison yesterday.

With a fawning smile on his face, He Feng was completely different from the stubborn man he had been yesterday, and spoke with great humility:

"I never expected that His Majesty the Regent would remember my name. I am truly flattered."

He Feng was able to survive to the end not because of his strength, but because of his unique ability to control flesh and blood.

In that chaotic carnage, who would care whether the remains torn to pieces were still alive?

He disguised himself as a corpse early on, and only launched a sneak attack when the event was about to end, killing all the superhumans he had marked, thus becoming the final winner.

Ignoring He Feng's fawning attitude, Luo Tian simply nodded slightly and said:

"You've passed this test, haven't you?"

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Regent! Thank you, Your Majesty the Regent!"

With a look of ecstatic relief at surviving a calamity on his face, He Feng frantically kowtowed to Luo Tian.

The forehead struck the ground with a dull thud, leaving a bloody mess that exposed the white bones, yet a joyful smile still lingered on the obsequious face.

"Don't rush!"

Luo Tian pressed his right hand down, looking at the guy in front of him with great interest.

Yesterday's arrest at the coffee shop was within Luo Tian's awareness; among all the spies, this guy was the one who shouted "Welcome the King's Army!" the loudest.

Luo Tian didn't care about those clownish actions, but he did develop some interest in this tool.

Because the information Shuangye gave him showed that He Feng was also a well-known social commentator in the capital.

Yes! To put it in more colloquial terms, he's a public intellectual.

Having seen countless public intellectuals online in both lifetimes, this was the first time he had ever met a real, living public intellectual, and even Luo Tian couldn't help but feel a little interested.

"Tell me your background and what you've been doing these past few months."

Upon hearing this, He Feng felt reassured.

What he feared most was that Luo Tian would use him as a pawn to blackmail the God King Conference, and then discard him after using him.

However, Luo Tian in front of him did not seem to have such thoughts for the time being, otherwise he would not have asked him these questions.

Realizing this was an opportunity, He Feng immediately began to tell Luo Tian about everything he had experienced since arriving in the capital, wanting to showcase himself and win the chance to be valued by Luo Tian and become Luo Tian's lackey.

As for the royal army?

"Hmph! The royal army should be the strongest, how can the losers be worthy of being called the royal army?"

From this day forward, His Majesty the Regent will be my royal advisor!

While delivering his eloquent speech, He Feng carefully observed Luo Tian's expression. If Luo Tian's expression changed even slightly, he would immediately stop his speech.

To his disappointment, Luo Tian simply listened to his words, his expression calm and composed.

Finally, when He Feng recounted for the third time how he created chaos in the slums and then used that chaos to guide public opinion to attack the imperial authorities, Luo Tian finally spoke up.

"All right."

Upon hearing this, He Feng immediately stopped his incessant chatter and carefully observed Luo Tian's changing expression.

"Your methods of manipulating public opinion are indeed impressive, but I don't like them."

Luo Tian gave a brief evaluation.

"As the final victor, you can choose a way to die that you like."

He Feng's expression changed drastically, and he instantly realized the source of Luo Tian's change in attitude.

"You mean the poor people in those slums?"

Luo Tian remained noncommittal.

Although He Feng downplayed the massacre in the impoverished area in his words, Luo Tian could still sense that He Feng's hands were stained with the blood of the poor.

Luo Tian originally intended to keep one person if the opportunity arose, but He Feng's actions had already disgusted him.

"Someone like you would care about those lowly people?"

He Feng's face was contorted with rage, as if he sensed Luo Tian's mockery.

"When you fight those god-kings, billions of lives perish with every move you make."

In the end, they broke their promise because of a few poor people?

Then, He Feng revealed a mocking smile.

"Besides, you've already killed all the spies. I'm the last one. If I die, where will you find spies to blackmail the God-King Conference?"

Is it really worth giving up huge benefits for a sliver of hypocrisy in one's heart?

Luo Tian looked directly at He Feng's face and a look of pity appeared on his face.

"First, I have indeed killed a great many people, more than you can believe. Among them were the guilty and deserved their fate, as well as the innocent."

But I killed you not for some so-called justice or hypocrisy, but simply because I was disgusted by your actions.

Luo Tian extended an index finger and gently pressed it down into the void. He Feng's flesh and blood began to be drawn away, and his life force rapidly withered away.

"Secondly, who told you that you are irreplaceable?"

"Even if I can't produce any spies, does the current God-King Council have the audacity to refuse me?"

Amidst He Feng's furious glare, the body dissolved into ashes as if weathered away.

After doing all this, Luo Tian said with displeasure:

"I told you, spies should all be killed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Tian glanced at the Blood God Child and asked:

"After the death of the Elf God King, who succeeded him as the Chairman of the God King Council?"