All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 725 - 91: Is the World Wrong (w character update)_4

Chapter 725: Chapter 91: Is the World Wrong (w character update)_4

Afterwards, he casually took out a Divine Soul Chip from his person and inserted it into the robotic body. A dim light flickered, and the robotic body was reactivated. It knelt respectfully on one knee before Elder Luo, bowing its head in greeting: "Greeting, Housekeeper Luo."

"Call the guards over and take the young master away."

To kill Ankan was like killing a dog; there was no fluctuation of emotion in Elder Luo, whose eyes now glowed with a pale blue light. He began to control the Great Formation, blocking all the exits of the Night Niche Gang’s underground base: "Eliminate all living beings, seal off this area, and strictly forbid anyone from approaching."

"By your command."

As the Magic Guard obtained Ankan’s combat robotic body stood up, with the broadcast of the signal, shadows swiftly flew through the night, advancing towards the location of the Night Niche Gang.

All the members of the Night Niche Gang who had miraculously escaped were bleeding from their necks in the silent darkness, their heads exploded, dead inside and outside the manor on the surface, their blood soaking the land.

And so, Elder Luo, accompanied by the submissive Magic Guard, approached the Night Niche Gang’s treasure room.

Everything occurred in silence, in a mere few minutes, displaying such swift and decisive execution that it was evident of Elder Luo’s extensive experience; this kind of silencing and sealing operation had been carried out countless times before.

There shouldn’t have been anyone who could react in time.

But at the doorway to the treasure room, An Jing was waiting for them.

The young Martial Artist waited calmly, or perhaps he was in a daze, with the light in his crimson gold eyes fluctuating, reflecting a world ablaze.

Since the World Calamity that began in a distant time, spanning thousands to nearly ten thousand years of prolonged blood and carnage that swept across the whole world, the Calamity Qi of the Heavenly Demons permeated the vast lands of Tianyuan, passed over the cities of Immortals under the rule of Dao Courtyard, bringing almost absolute death and destruction.

Every ancient surname was plucked out as if it were a weed, even the Primordial Spirit Venerable inheritance, sitting high above in the heavens, lost three branches. Amidst such suffering, the Human Clan survived thanks to the battles and sacrifices of countless Cultivators and thirty-three Immortal Gods.

It was an incredibly lucky and fortuitous event, truly a miracle.

Yet now, right before his eyes, someone was squandering such a miracle, engaging in acts of extreme exploitation and oppression that defied understanding.

Noticing the arrival of Elder Luo and the Magic Guard, he slowly turned his head.

"Saint Wisdom Medical."

The young Martial Artist said, "It’s really you guys, so what’s next? Do I need to kill a few Foundation Establishment practitioners or will a True Person personally intervene?"

"Neither." The old man smiled, with one hand behind his back and the other on his chest in salute: "Let me introduce myself, I am Luo Nu, Deputy Director and Pharmacist of Saint Wisdom Medical. The leader of the Night Niche Gang, Ankan, has been completely eliminated, and their conflict with you no longer exists."

"So next, I would like to make you a proposal."

"What proposal?"

"A proposal for us to collaborate and research the Immortal Spirit Root together."

As the old man spoke, twenty red laser targeting dots appeared on the young Martial Artist’s forehead, heart, lungs, Dantian, and other areas. Silently, numerous vague shadows emerged from the darkness; these armored Magic Guards stood silently, like boulders, the specially made Spirit Light Guns in their hands not trembling in the slightest.

"You practice the Taibai Luminous Godly Ban, one of the five emperor inheritances from the Ancient Dao Court; common flying swords, arrows, and bullets are ineffective against you."

Luo Nu, surrounded by Magic Guards, approached An Jing with an easy-going demeanor: "And these are Spirit Light Guns, firing the purest form of Spirit Light Impact, one of the most difficult attacks to evade."

"Don’t worry, we’re just showcasing a bit of power. You have a True Lord behind you, you will definitely be unharmed, but after all, you have interfered with our work and plans, and as compensation, we hope that you will cooperate with us on an experiment."

An Jing paid no mind to the red dots that targeted each of his vital points and spoke nonchalantly, "What if I say no? After all, you won’t kill me."

"Then your friends will have to die."

Luo Nu’s voice was steady and forceful: "Not just the two of them. Believe me, they cannot escape; every Saint Wisdom Magic Guard is a master of killing. They have eliminated countless gangs and Wilderness factions, each original body selected from the best of the best, incomparably superior to the security forces of other companies, which are as fragile as babies in comparison."

"They show no mercy when they act, and the scene will be gruesome; you won’t want that outcome."

Upon hearing this, An Jing laughed.

"So because someone is behind me, I won’t die even if I lose. Just like the Tianyi Demon Sect, I’ve always had choices from the beginning, even you evil people don’t want to kill me, because I am valuable, I am a genius."

"In your eyes, I am a person."

Closing his eyes and then opening them slightly, the Martial Artist sighed, "But unfortunately, in my eyes, you are not people."

"Do you wish to refuse?"

Luo Nu furrowed his brow, warning, "An Xuan, don’t think that just because we won’t kill you, you can protect anyone. It was you who attacked first, and even if we bring this matter to a True Lord, we hold the right. Cooperating with us is your only way out."

An Jing just looked at him calmly, as if he were looking at a corpse.

"I don’t like being threatened."

He said, "Or rather, I don’t like being asked to do anything, I don’t like others pointing fingers, saying what is right and what is wrong."

"Probably because I’ve been rebellious since childhood, I’d rather not do something that I know is right if someone tells me I have to do it."