Shi Zhongming turned his head to look at the young man and said with emotion, "I have no choice but to admit it! Even if I were twenty years younger, at my peak, I fear that if I stood before this young man, I would suffer the same fate as that Thin Monkey."

Not life, but death.

The young man said consolingly, "You don't understand the wonders of the Star War Battlefield. Although he's only a Martial Master, since he's a genius, he will naturally be reborn after surviving there. After all, that place is truly blessed by nature, favored by fortune. Our Earth is just an unloved, neglected illegitimate child!"

Shi Zhongming's expression changed slightly. "Seventh Young Master, watch your words! Even if this is true, some people might not like to hear it. If they do, I'm afraid they might move against you..."

"Heh." The Seventh Young Master scoffed. "Alright, alright, I just came to take a look. Honestly, if this kid didn't have this ability, I wouldn't bother giving him a second glance. A mere Martial Master, relying solely on his own strength, possessing combat power comparable to or even exceeding a Martial King... How can we, geniuses resting on our 'money for funeral expenses,' bear such a thing!"

Perhaps Shi Zhongming understood the young man's mood. Knowing he couldn't be persuaded, he didn't try further, feeling somewhat helpless. "Seventh Young Master, he is the man Miss has taken a fancy to. Even if you're interested, I advise you not to entertain any improper ideas. You should be well aware of what happens if Miss gets angry."

The Seventh Young Master shook his head helplessly. "You old thing. You're not even a member of the Qín Family anymore, yet you still like to speak up for them. Heh heh, so loyal. Don't worry, I know my limits. Besides, if I had any intentions, could I really hide them from that girl, Qin Ying?"

Shi Zhongming thought for a moment, then nodded.

That's true. If the Seventh Young Master hadn't helped Miss handle so many matters over the years, things probably wouldn't have gone so smoothly for her. Their relationship was indeed good. As for other matters, they weren't something a mere Jing State Governor like him could concern himself with.

"Let's just watch. I'm a bit curious about what will happen when that Martial King enters the arena. TSK TSK. Imagine, a Martial Master actually killing a Martial King. If news of this got out, wouldn't the entire Federation erupt?"

「At this moment」

A voice transmission entered the Seventh Young Master's ear. His expression changed instantly. He glanced around in panic and fear, his voice filled with reverence and dread, "Yes! Student was just joking earlier, Dean, please forgive me!"

Only then did Shi Zhongming's expression turn solemn, and his heart tightened.

A Dean? To make the Seventh Young Master adopt such an attitude, it must be the Dean of one of the four major Martial Arts Academies! I never expected that a mere Wang Zhan could personally attract the attention of such prominent figures. Suddenly, Shi Zhongming understood. In truth, all his actions were under the surveillance of these prominent figures, permissible only after their tacit approval. Though his face remained impassive, his heart grew increasingly helpless and heavy. Faced with the power of those prominent figures, even as the Jing State Governor and with the backing of the Qín Family, what did it matter? Their appearance was surely a warning to the Seventh Young Master, and also to himself! He absolutely mustn't entertain ideas he wasn't supposed to, especially concerning certain individuals. Wang Zhan… Fortunately, he hadn't planned to do anything to Wang Zhan from the start; it was merely for a sense of acknowledgment in his own heart. Moreover, the scenario of a 'Martial Master killing a Martial King' would never actually occur. In the Federation, being capable of doing something and having actually done it were never the same thing.

「Just then」

An arrogant voice suddenly rang out, its echoes lingering, thunderous and roaring.

"Lean Against the Mountain!"

BOOM!

What followed was a violent tremor from the huge cage. The sturdy bars, capable of blocking Spiritual Energy, deeply caved in at that instant, forming a human-shaped indentation.

*Sputter...*

Blood trickled weakly from the corner of his mouth.

And so, this "innocent" one among the Grandmasters, who had been orchestrating everyone in the arena from behind the scenes, tragically and powerlessly became an unbridled sacrifice to Wang Zhan's ferocity.

His death was a fitting end, utterly deserved!

In just a few short minutes, the situation in the arena had undergone a thousand transformations.

Those criminals, who had seemed so fierce and malevolent, were now like helpless, shivering little rabbits. They stared at Wang Zhan with eyes, often bloodshot but now filled with pure terror, hesitating to move forward.

Even the neutral faction suffered the same fate.

"HAHAHA! Satisfying! So satisfying!"

SHING! Wang Zhan once again pulled the Liyun Blade from the ground.

Previously, no one could seize Wang Zhan's blade; now, naturally, no one could stop him.

He was like a demon lord bathed in blood, wielding a sharp blade that emanated a cold glint, roaring wildly, "Those who don't want to die, kneel before me immediately! The Star War Battlefield offers you a path to survival! Those who want to die, step forward now, so my blade can drink its fill! Remember, time is limited, and opportunities wait for no one! JIE JIE JIE..."

"Mad man! Mad man! This bastard is a complete mad man!"

Someone's spirit completely broke. But instead of stopping, they scurried to the sealed warehouse door and roared at those outside, "State Governor! State Governor, let us out! Let us out! He's a mad man..."

Influenced by him, others instinctively ran behind him, wailing, "I won't kill anymore! I'll never kill again! They don't taste good at all! State Governor, please, let me out..."

"...From now on, I'll definitely be a good person! Mommy, I'll never dare again..."

Unfortunately, they were no longer young children; they had to bear the consequences of their own fates and choices.

And so, under those cold and indifferent gazes, Wang Zhan, cackling sinisterly as he approached, nonchalantly took their lives one by one—some through the back, some through the heart, some through the head. He was as merciless as if he were disposing of piece after piece of trash.

He muttered deliriously, a low murmur from the corner of his mouth, "Why don't you want to live? Surely, some of you want to live, right? Those who want to live, hurry up and kneel before me! Kneel! I can still give you one more chance... to become one of my biting dogs, one of my subordinates..."

Perhaps Wang Zhan himself hadn't noticed. Amidst his unbridled rampage in all directions, the impact of his mental energy had begun to make his demeanor frenzied, turning him into the spitting image of a living demon lord.

But for these hardened killers, who had murdered without blinking and wreaked havoc in the Federation for countless years, the only things they could feel were endless dread and the overwhelming panic in their hearts.

And so, THUD!

A pair of sturdy knees slammed heavily onto the ground. The man wailed, tears streaming down his face, "Sir! Sir! Spare me! Spare me! I swear I'll be your most loyal dog!"

Someone looked over and saw that this person was actually a Grandmaster.

Unlike the Grandmasters on the Jing State Wilderness Battlefield, whose allegiance Wang Zhan had won through tireless effort and decisive battles, the impression of Wang Zhan now seared deep into their hearts was one of boundless fear—and loyalty!

This young man... he's truly devoid of all humanity!

But how could the kneeling man have imagined that his act of kneeling would cause a shift in the hearts of Shi Zhongming, Chen San, and even the Seventh Young Master? They all realized something they had previously overlooked.

In their eyes, that somewhat frenzied Wang Zhan's performance in the arena was bizarre, but fortunately, they weren't the poor souls directly facing him.

Shi Zhongming thought, A terrifying existence…

Chen San mused, The rise of a Federation demon lord…

The Seventh Young Master chuckled internally, Heh heh, heh heh. The Federation's hero of yesterday, the Federation's demon lord of today... Impressive, truly impressive. I'm really looking forward to this!

But if what Shi Zhongming and Chen San primarily felt was the pressure emanating from Wang Zhan, then in that very same instant, the Seventh Young Master—who had endured many misfortunes since birth and had just moments ago been pointed at and berated by a mere house servant—saw straight through to Wang Zhan's true nature.

He could almost see it: once a figure like this, one who could make enemies scatter at the mere mention of his name, so terrified they'd wish to kneel and beg for mercy, fully matured... what expressions would those prominent figures still lurking in the shadows wear then!

But what the Seventh Young Master didn't know was that while he was anticipating this, someone else was truly enraptured, as if witnessing the most breathtaking scenery.

A voice, perhaps Wang Zhan's subconscious or an external influence, cackled, "JIE JIE JIE! You actually dare to command me! But what does it matter? Kill! Kill them all! Sooner or later, you'll become just like me! This isn't your choice, but it is our destiny. So, from now on, let me watch you... let us descend into depravity together..."

Accompanied by Wang Zhan's sinister and chilling laughter, all the criminals found themselves utterly incapable of even daring to resist.

This was a figure of inexhaustible energy; if he didn't die, he would relentlessly tear you apart until you were half-crippled!

「Just as the last Martial King was about to make his entrance」

A middle-aged man, dressed in formal attire and exuding the dignified air of a gentleman from head to toe, slowly approached the warehouse.

Even a mere glance from him towards the Seventh Young Master and the criminals was enough to send shivers down everyone's spines—including Wang Zhan, who suddenly felt a chill creep over him.

However, at this moment, Wang Zhan—even if he sensed the middle-aged man's formidable strength—still looked at him and burst into a defiant, arrogant laugh, as if seeking praise, as if issuing a challenge.

"JIE JIE JIE! Senior, you've arrived! Look, this is the wolf pack I've gathered for myself! Tell me, if I bring them to the Star War Battlefield, won't those beasts be thrilled to meet them?"

Wei Daoming looked at him deeply, pondered for a moment, then smiled faintly. "Indeed. They would like that very much."

Immediately, Wei Daoming uttered a soft command, "Spirit of the Shield!"

Instantly, a soft HUMMM resonated, suddenly manifesting on Wang Zhan. It was like an illusory shackle silently descending upon him.

Accompanied by the rapid draining of mental energy from his mind and thoughts that instantly became muddled and chaotic, the arrogant smile on Wang Zhan's face froze. He swayed, on the verge of collapsing.

He had, in fact, fallen completely unconscious.

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