Zhang Shaozhong twisted his neck, and his joints cracked like a string of firecrackers.

"You had a lot of fun just now, didn't you?"

He repeated it again, his voice not loud, but it sounded like someone was slowly scraping his eardrum with a blunt knife.

The group of Japanese cultivators opposite them seemed to wake up from a dream, and without anyone knowing who took the lead, they all took three big steps back with a "whoosh".

"The Chaos Golden Core... He... he really succeeded?"

"Run! Run!"

"run!"

Someone shouted, and more than a dozen streaks of light exploded instantly, scattering in all directions like a hornet's nest had been disturbed.

"run?"

Zhang Shaozhong grinned, revealing eight snow-white teeth, "I'll let you fly three breaths first."

He raised his hand, his fingers loosely clenched—

boom!!

The void seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand. Before the Foundation Establishment Grand Perfection cultivator at the front could even tear the talisman, he was directly crushed into a bloody, fleshy piece of paper, which splattered onto the ground with a "splat," and red and white blood splattered three meters away.

"One breath."

Zhang Shaozhong counted softly, took a step, and was still in the same place, but three hundred feet to the east, in front of another gray-haired old man in the early stage of Foundation Establishment, there suddenly appeared another one of him.

"you--"

The gray-haired old man only had time to utter one word before Zhang Shaozhong, with fingers like a knife, lightly slashed downwards.

Sizzle—

The person, their protective aura, their storage bag at their waist, and their flying sword at their feet were all split in two, cut into two smooth halves, and rolled into the mud.

"Two breaths."

He disappeared again.

To the south, two sword cultivators running together suddenly felt a darkness above them. Looking up, they saw a gray footprint formed from chaotic energy, growing rapidly in the wind—ten zhang, a hundred zhang—

"No!"

boom!!

With each footprint, a massive pit three zhang deep was created in the ground, leaving only two lumps of flesh at the bottom, and even the scabbard was crushed into iron slag.

"Three breaths have passed."

Zhang Shao returned to the original spot, as if he had never moved; not even the hem of his clothes fluttered.

The remaining seven or eight people were terrified. One of them knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly: "Senior, spare our lives!—"

"Shhh."

Zhang Shaozhong held up one finger and gently blew on it.

call--

The chaotic energy transformed into a wisp of gray breeze, sweeping across the mountaintop.

The kneeling men remained in their kowtowing posture, but starting from their brows, they turned to ash inch by inch. A gust of wind blew, and their bodies scattered into a shower of dust, falling to the ground without even a scream.

"Now it's your turn."

He looked up and gazed at the people fleeing further away.

But no matter how fast they were, they couldn't outrun Zhang Shaozhong's single thought.

"Chaos - Lock".

Sizzle!

Centered on him, within a radius of ten miles, all spiritual energy, demonic energy, yin energy, and yang energy were instantly drawn into a vacuum, and the air was like solidified cement.

Hundreds of cultivators were frozen in mid-air, maintaining various comical postures: some had their left foot on their right, some had their sword tips pointing at their buttocks, and some had their mouths open and biting their tongues, their expressions distorted with terror.

Zhang Shaozhong stretched out his right hand and snapped his fingers.

"fireworks."

Thump thump thump thump—

One after another, the energy and foundation-building platforms within the cultivators' bodies were forcibly extracted, exploding into blood-red fireworks in the air.

The night sky was instantly dyed dark red, like spilled cinnabar ink.

Screams, wails, curses, and pleas for mercy blended into a symphony of death.

Zhang Shaozhong stood with his hands behind his back, quietly admiring the scene, humming a little tune: "Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are..."

...

Ten breaths later, the lock on the void dissipated.

The sky was so clear that not even a fly was left, only a torrent of blood-red rain fell, turning the entire mountain into a slaughterhouse.

Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier watched from afar, their pretty faces pale yet faintly flushed—they were excited.

"My husband... he's become so perverted."

Ye Meier licked the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes gleaming with an eerie light. "I made the right bet this time!"

Ling Qingxue didn't speak, but gripped her long sword tightly. Her icy blue eyes reflected the blood-stained figure standing there, and her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would leap out of her chest.

Zhang Shaozhong looked down at his blood-stained robes and frowned: "Dirty."

With a swirling of chaotic energy, the bloodstains evaporated instantly, leaving the white robes pristine.

He looked up and gazed further south, where a brightly lit city stood—the capital of Japan. The Yasukuni Shrine stood in the very center of the city, its vermilion torii gate visible from afar, like a giant, mocking mouth.

"Next, we'll collect some interest."

He took a step and disappeared from the spot.

...

The Yasukuni Shrine is bustling tonight.

A group of high-ranking officials were holding a "requiem ceremony." Priests dressed in hunting robes were ringing bells and chanting incantations, while hundreds of believers knelt on the ground below, their faces filled with fanaticism.

"May our great Japan enjoy lasting military fortune, may the heroic souls return home, and may they protect our people..."

Before he could finish speaking...

boom!!

Suddenly, a thousand-foot-long rift opened up in the night sky above, and a giant fist formed from chaotic energy, like a meteorite from outer space, slammed down!

The torii gate was instantly reduced to dust, and a bottomless crater was smashed into the ground. The shockwave swept across, and the entire shrine complex was blown away like pieces of paper.

Priests, believers, stone tablets, bronze lamps, offering tables, spirit tablets... all ascended to heaven, then crashed back to the ground like raindrops, leaving behind a mess of broken limbs.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The Yin-Yang Sect cultivators who remained behind frantically activated the national protection array, but as soon as the array patterns lit up, Zhang Shaozhong stomped them out.

"It's so noisy."

He raised his hand, his five fingers spread, and the chaotic energy transformed into a large gray hand. He swung it left and right, crackling and snapping it more than a dozen times, shattering the great array's light barrier into pieces like glass.

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