68: Chapter 68 Killing the Chicken to Warn the Monkey

In the very front row of the meeting room sat an elegant elderly man from the European Alliance.

His silver hair was neatly combed back, and he wore a sophisticated black swallowtail robe, fiddling with a crystal-encrusted cane in his hand. Compared to Kapil's crudeness, he appeared highly refined, yet those deep blue eyes held a more insidious calculation.

"Calm yourself, Mr. Kapil."

The elderly European man frowned slightly and spoke softly in perfect Chinese: "Since the City Lord and the Principal of Magic City jointly issued a maximum-level mobilization order for us to come here, China's high-level leadership must have some new arrangement. We should wait patiently; why lower our status by shouting?"

"Bullshit arrangement! I'm waiting for three more minutes! If no one shows up in three minutes, I'll tear this shitty hotel down!" Kapil spat on the floor, blustering arrogantly.

Click.

The moment Kapil finished speaking, the heavy bronze doors of the meeting room let out a soft click and were slowly pushed open from the outside.

The noisy meeting room fell silent for an instant.

Over a hundred gazes, carrying terrifyingly oppressive pressure, focused on the doorway like spotlights.

Under everyone's watchful eyes.

A middle-aged man wearing ordinary casual clothes, looking no older than thirty, and showing no trace of Qi or blood fluctuations, walked in with his hands in his pockets and an indifferent expression.

His footsteps were light, not making a single sound.

Just like that, he braved the pressure of nearly a hundred Star Lord Realm experts and walked straight to the podium at the front of the meeting room.

Su Wu's eyes were like torches, his abyss-like black eyes slowly scanning everyone present.

"Sorry to keep you all waiting."

Su Wu's voice wasn't loud, and he used no amplification equipment, yet it reached everyone's ears with clarity.

Silence.

After a brief silence.

"Pfft, hahaha!"

Kapil stood up abruptly, his massive two-and-a-half-meter frame resembling an enraged purple-black giant bear. His bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at Su Wu, his right finger pointing at Su Wu's nose as he cursed loudly:

"What the Hell are you?! You think you're worthy of standing there and talking to us? Didn't they say Lin Feng called us to gather?! Bring out someone who's actually in charge! Trash like you, if you dare say another word, I'll crush you into a meat patty!"

As Kapil cursed, the meeting room erupted into a burst of laughter. The foreign experts looked at Su Wu with eyes full of mockery.

However.

Standing on the podium, Su Wu did not get angry.

He just slowly pulled his hands out of his pockets.

He looked at Kapil, who was pointing at his nose, and at that moment, his gaze became colder than ten-thousand-year-old profound ice.

"In my life..."

Su Wu's voice was very soft.

"...I hate it most when people point their fingers at me."

"Especially..."

"...trash that is weaker than me."

Before his voice had even faded.

"Arrogant Chinese! I'll tear you apart right now!"

Kapil was completely enraged. As an eighth-stage Star Lord, when had he ever been so humiliated by a piece of trash!

He roared, and the purple lightning surrounding him instantly went wild.

He didn't even use a Martial Skill, directly extending that purple giant hand, the size of a cattail fan and wreathed in terrifying arcs of electricity, clawing fiercely toward Su Wu's head from a distance!

This grab could have instantly crushed an armored vehicle made of special alloy into scrap metal!

Everyone watched with a spectator's mindset, waiting for this ignorant Chinese man to be splattered on the spot.

However, in the next second.

Every Star Lord present, including the elderly European man who had remained elegant, saw their pupils contract to the size of pinheads at the same time!

Because.

They hadn't seen how Su Wu moved at all!

While Kapil's palm was still a full three meters away from Su Wu, Su Wu's figure pulled a blurred afterimage across their retinas without any warning.

Too fast!

BANG!!!

A terrifying impact sound, so dull it nearly stopped their hearts, exploded within the meeting room!

It was the sound of flesh violently colliding with an extremely hard substance!

When everyone's vision finally caught up with reality, they were so terrified by the hellish, bloody scene before them that their breathing completely stopped!

Behold.

Su Wu still maintained that same indifferent expression, but at some point, he had appeared right in front of Kapil!

And his slender, almost frail-looking right hand...

...was pressed against Kapil's massive, purple-black bald head in an extremely casual manner.

Then, he forcefully slammed this arrogant eighth-stage Star Lord of India, the 'Thunder-Wrath Wisdom King,' directly onto the meeting table made of Star Alloy!

SPLAT!!!

No Origin Qi was used! No Martial Skills or Divine Abilities were employed!

Relying solely on the most primitive, terrifying Physical Body strength of the Supreme Chaos Body, which had evolved to the Star King level!

Under that irresistible, inhuman force.

Kapil's head, the moment it touched the surface of the meeting table, directly... exploded!

Red blood, white brains, and shards of skull, mixed with lingering purple electricity, sprayed out wildly in a radial pattern across the hard tabletop like a fountain!

Insta-kill!

An insta-kill like a dimensional strike!

Thud.

A massive, headless corpse slumped weakly into the chair, twitched twice, and then fell silent forever.

Quiet.

A deathly silence!

In the meeting room, these nearly one hundred top experts from all over the world felt as if their Souls were frozen.

The red and white matter splattered on their faces and bodies, still carrying warmth, silently reminded them that everything that had just happened was definitely not an illusion!

Pure physical strength, with no startup time, instantly killing an eighth-stage Star Lord in his Peak state?!

What kind of concept was this?!

This was absolutely not a power a Star Lord could possess! Even a ninth-stage Peak Star Lord could never do it so effortlessly!

"Star... Star King..."

China... besides Lin Feng... had actually given birth to another Star King Realm existence, silently and without anyone knowing?!

God! These fools had been causing trouble under the nose of a Star King for the past two days?! And a Star King who wasn't bound by an official identity!

Clatter...

It was unclear who was the first to lose control of their trembling legs and fall back into their seat. Following that, like a domino effect, the nearly one hundred high-and-mighty Star Lords in the room all subconsciously lowered their noble heads and sat down.

Su Wu slowly straightened his back.

He pulled a clean white tissue from the nearby box and slowly wiped a trace of blood from his right hand.

He didn't look at the headless corpse again; his gaze, cold as a knife, swept across everyone present once more.

"I hope that since you have come to Magic City..."

Su Wu casually tossed the blood-stained tissue onto Kapil's corpse. His voice remained calm, yet it carried an unquestionable dominance:

"...you will quietly fulfill your duties."

"Don't pull any more of those sneaky little tricks on me."

"During the Seed Competition, I don't want to see any behavior that disrupts order or provokes trouble."

Su Wu pointed at the puddle of red and white mush on the table, his lips curling into a cruel, cold smile:

"Otherwise."

"This will be your end."

"Do I make myself clear?"

"Clear... CLEAR!!!"

"We follow your orders, Lord! We won't dare to do it again!"

"May God bless China! We will certainly behave ourselves!"

In the meeting room, a uniform response filled with an extreme desire for survival instantly erupted.

Those foreign experts who had been arrogant and overbearing earlier were now as well-behaved as children being scolded by a teacher in a kindergarten, nodding frantically.

Su Wu looked at this group of "big shots" who were scared out of their wits and nodded slightly.

Killing the chicken to warn the monkeys; the desired effect had been achieved.

He didn't say another word of nonsense, turned around, and walked out of the door with composed steps.