Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events.
It's not that I'm shocked by the bloodshed; South Korea is not like China, and they've seen bloody incidents a hundred times more horrific than this.
They just didn't understand why Li Xuanzu acted so quickly, not even giving them a moment to react.
“We can give you resources, or whatever you want, we can give you. There’s no need to escalate this to this point; it’s not good for either of us.” The speaker was the middle-aged man standing next to Zheng Chengyou, his father, Zheng Shangmin.
"Yes, yes, we have no grudges against each other. Just tell us what you want, and we will do our best to satisfy you."
"The Dragon Kingdom often says that harmony is the most important thing, and that damaging harmony is bad for everyone."
"You see, we've killed someone and vented our anger, so let's just leave it at that, how about it?"
Seeing that Zheng Shangmin had taken the lead, the other three group leaders also chimed in.
"Killing? Venting anger? That's part of it, but I'm here mainly to eliminate this threat." Li Xuanzu had already sucked the blood off the corpses on the ground and stood up.
He didn't want to leave behind a potential threat like the Korean peninsula. If a conflict were to break out with North Korea, how much blood would he be able to collect?
So what if South Korea backs down temporarily? They made the wrong choice from the start, and Lee Hyun-jo has no obligation to give them a second chance. At most, he'll send them to be reincarnated.
"And what kind of talk is this, offering me resources?" Li Xuanzu slowly raised his hand, and an invisible suction force appeared in his hand.
"If I kill you all, won't they all be mine?" After saying that, all the psionicists present bled from their seven orifices, their skin stained red.
The blood kept flowing into Li Xuanzu's palm until the people were drained, and then the suction stopped.
The remaining ordinary people who worked for the group huddled in a corner, trembling, and kept praying, begging Li Xuanzu to let them go. Among them was Zuo Jiangxi.
Yes, as the leader of a country, he didn't even qualify to be a psionicist. What those group leaders needed was a puppet to relay messages, not a henchman, to prevent him from rebelling. They didn't give him a psionic core.
"Mr. Lee... I am... the leader of the Korean nation, Zuo..." Zuo Jiangxi began to speak tremulously, but found that there seemed to be something in his throat, and he could no longer make a sound.
Then, he felt a sudden dizziness, his vision went black, and he closed his eyes. The last thing he saw was his own half-body, still bleeding.
"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense." Li Xuanzu didn't even glance at Zuo Jiangxi and started making a phone call while still standing there.
"Old Huang, head back to China tomorrow and finalize the next destination. I'm almost done here."
"It's all planned out. I'll be waiting for you in Dragon Kingdom," came Old Huang's voice, sounding quite pleased.
Li Xuanzu grunted in agreement and hung up the phone.
"Hero, you are our hero!"
"Mr. Li Xuanzu, thank you!"
"Hero, hero, hero!"
The remaining people of Kimchi stepped forward and surrounded Lee Hyun-jo, showering him with praise.
"I'm a hero? What are you talking about?" Li Xuanzu pointed to himself, somewhat puzzled.
Just when everyone thought Li Xuanzu was being modest, his next words truly illustrated what it meant to fall from heaven to hell.
"You're going to die too. Who said I came to Korea just to kill these people? I came to destroy your country," Lee Hyun-jo said calmly.
"Huh? What do you mean? Why?" Some people in the crowd were puzzled, seemingly unable to believe their ears.
"It's meaningless. Since you don't have spirit cores or spiritual energy users, you're going to die anyway. Why not contribute your blood to me? At least we can't let those zombies benefit from it, right?" Li Xuanzu was already preparing to make his move.
“Then you can leave these spirit cores to us. We can be self-reliant and slowly clear out the zombies around us. We…” A young man in the crowd spoke up, but was interrupted by Li Xuanzu.
"I don't know what your impression of me is, but I forged these spirit cores myself, and who would wait for you to slowly develop them? You'd probably die anyway, so why not grant my wish? Or am I being too kind?" Li Xuanzu took a deep breath and organized his thoughts.
"I'm not discussing this with you, I'm just stating a fact: you're all going to die anyway, and I won't give you any spirit cores. So you're all going to die either way, you might as well die by my hand. Now, get going."
"You..." Someone in the crowd wanted to say something, but the huge square was already covered in blood.
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