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"Rich? I want the Central Sovereign throne. Can you afford it? You, who have been spoiled since childhood, have never learned to understand others. Your arrogance turns what you consider trivial into shadows that haunt many, causing them to turn from good to evil. You have no idea how many lives have been shattered because of your so-called small matters. Sit here and wait, and see the consequences of your foolishness!"
With that, Zhao Yang vanished in an instant. His Divine Sense locked onto everyone present moments ago. Some were fleeing, some pretended to shop by the roadside, others lingered near the Teleportation Array, some ran home, while a few entered a brothel. Zhao Yang tracked them down one by one and killed them all. Each person begged for mercy before dying, but Zhao Yang felt no pity. He understood that in this world, lives held different values; clearly, these people's lives were not only worthless but had also affected many innocent people. He showed no mercy, employing his ruthless killing techniques as he moved through the streets with a string of severed heads.
Finally, he arrived at a courtyard beside a water tank. With a swift kick, he shattered the tank, revealing a trembling man inside—the troublemaker known as the Blue-Clad Youth.
In Zhao Yang's Divine Sense, the Blue-Clad Youth did not heed his warning to stay put; instead, he chose to flee. Seeing the gruesome display of heads in Zhao Yang's hands filled him with terror, causing him to collapse in fear. Regret consumed him; if only he had known that this seemingly honest-looking young man was a merciless killer, he would never have dared to provoke him.
With his mere Qi Refinement Stage level five cultivation, he thought he had angered some monstrous genius. Facing Zhao Yang made him feel utterly powerless; he could not see through Zhao Yang's cultivation level and could never have imagined that Zhao Yang was merely an early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.
"I'll give you a choice: either you kill yourself or tell me where your family is so I can kill them first and then let you die," Zhao Yang said, tossing a rope to the youth for him to use.
The youth cried out loudly, his wails echoing through the air as he tried to cling to Zhao Yang's leg. Zhao Yang kicked him over and crushed one of his legs underfoot.
"Hurry up and choose; I'm in a rush," Zhao Yang said impatiently. Once he decided someone had lost their value in existence, any shred of compassion vanished.
The youth hung the rope from a tree branch and jumped up with one foot but hesitated for so long that he lacked the courage to take his own life. He regretted everything deeply and swore before Zhao Yang that he would change his ways, distribute his family's wealth to help the poor, and vowed to become a good person from then on.
Zhao Yang remained expressionless, his gaze icy as he coldly stated, "I'll count to three: one!"
Tears streaming down his face, the youth clutched his head and cried out, "If you want to kill someone, just kill my family! Please spare me; I really don't want to die! I truly know I've done wrong!"
"You heartless fool, you talk too much!" Zhao Yang exclaimed as he kicked the youth's head like a soccer ball until it shattered like a watermelon. His immense strength made an ordinary cultivator's body feel no different than tofu.
Zhao Yang soared into the air, intending to find a trash heap to dispose of the heads in his hands when several figures flew toward him. Leading them was a Black-Clad Elder followed by three White-Haired Elders, all with grim expressions.
"Young man, such vicious methods! I wonder which family's talented disciple you are. Do you think you can leave after killing so many members of my Yao Family?" The Black-Clad Elder's face turned pale as he heard about the slaughter of his gang members and saw the string of heads in Zhao Yang's hands. He roared in fury, his eyes nearly bursting with rage.
"Are you the head of the Yao Family? And have you developed the Yao Family into the Yao Gang?" Zhao Yang inquired, confronting him.
"So what if I am? Looking at your cultivation, you're only at the Foundation Establishment Stage. Today, even if you sprout wings, you can't escape death!"
"Why would I want to escape?" Zhao Yang retorted. He noticed that the old man's cultivation was at the eighth level of Foundation Establishment Stage, while the others were all beneath him. This level was no match for him. He tossed the head he was holding aside and appeared behind the old man, one hand resting on his shoulder while the other gripped his neck, as if he were holding a large rooster.
"Today, I will eliminate this scourge of the city, the Yao Family. As the gang leader, you don't know how to set rules for your gang and have been lax in disciplining your children, allowing your subordinates to bully others. If no one keeps you in check, do you still think you're a tyrant?" Zhao Yang scolded sternly.
The old man was terrified; having lived his whole life, he had never seen someone move with such incredible speed! He struck back with a palm, runes shimmering on his hand. However, the young man did not dodge; he allowed the palm to hit him without flinching. The old man was shocked—could he be made of iron? His palm could shatter gold and split stone; even iron couldn't be this resilient!
Seeing this, the three White-Haired Elders rushed to help. Yet, with a light shout from Zhao Yang, it was as if he pulled up a green onion; he decapitated their gang leader effortlessly. Zhao Yang turned and punched one of the attacking elders into pieces. The other two turned to flee, but Zhao Yang moved like a bird in flight, chasing them down and killing them without leaving any survivors.
Zhao Yang found his way back to the Teleportation Array and saw a large group of cultivators gathered at the entrance discussing the corpses scattered around.
"What are you all staring at? Get out of here quickly! The Imperial Guard will be here soon to investigate who committed murder in the city. They will definitely punish them severely!" shouted an administrator of the Teleportation Array. He was considered a minor official in Yuwang City.
"But we need to use the Teleportation Array! The next wave is about to start!" a cultivator yelled.
"The Teleportation Array is closed today! After such a big incident, do you still think you can use it? Dream on!" The official shouted back. Though small in stature, his fierce appearance intimidated many.
"I have urgent business! I can pay; I have enough Essence Stone fragments! Just let me through!" A young man exclaimed anxiously, holding a package of medicine as if he were in a hurry to save someone.
Slap!
A loud slap echoed as the official forcefully knocked the young man down, causing the medicine in his hands to spill onto the ground. The official shouted, "You really don't know what's good for you, a bunch of unruly commoners, how dare you be so ungrateful!"
The young man, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, cried out softly, "My medicine, it's my mother's life-saving medicine!" He hurriedly crouched down to pick it up, ignoring the sand mixed in with it and the swelling bruise on his cheek.
"Make way, make way! My young master needs to use the Teleportation Array, everyone get out of the way!" someone shouted as a path opened through the crowd.
A handsome young man, fanning himself with a folding fan and dressed in Lustrous Attire, swaggered forward like an arrogant rooster.
"Oh, Han Young Master, what brings you here?" the petty official asked with a hunched back and a beaming smile, bowing and scraping before the young man in Lustrous Attire.
"I'm going to Lin Wang City to see my fiancée. Can't you tell I'm dressed so beautifully today? Though I usually look quite dashing!" the young man replied with a proud grin.
"Of course, Han Young Master is charming and graceful, exceptionally talented and imposing!" the petty official continued to flatter him with a sycophantic expression.
"Now get out of my way!" the young man shouted at the petty official, pushing him aside as he stepped onto the Teleportation Array with several Evil Servants.
"Wait! Is this really the last teleportation for today? If I don't leave now, my mother's life is at stake! Please let me go!" the young man who was picking up his medicine cried out desperately.
"Get lost! You're just getting in my way!" the petty official snapped at him.
"But why can he go?" The young man refused to give up and pleaded softly.
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