142: Chapter 142 Deadly Crisis

Outside the security door, a dull knocking sound echoed.

"Thump, thump, thump."

The sound wasn't loud, yet it held an indescribable, eerie rhythm.

Jiang Feng’s hand, holding a tissue, hung in mid-air, his face devoid of expression.

Beside the dining table, the Dragon Girl, who had been licking her plate just a second ago, arched her back like a taut bow.

Her originally smooth, fine scales stood on end uncontrollably, pressing and rubbing against each other to produce a series of scalp-numbing metallic screeches.

That was the Ancient Ancestral Dragon bloodline in her veins, frantically sounding the highest level of alarm!

Her beautiful dark-gold vertical pupils constricted into slits.

A low growl, ready for a life-and-death struggle, was suppressed in her throat; she instinctively pushed the authority of the new Heavenly Dao to its limit.

The space in the living room couldn't withstand this tyrannical pressure, tearing open several black rifts out of thin air that shredded the nearby sofa cover.

The existence outside the door could take her life.

This was the only thought in the Dragon Girl's mind.

"Quiet down." Jiang Feng casually tossed the used tissue into the trash can.

He didn't even turn his head, nor did he mobilize any laws or activate his source world essence.

He just stood there quite casually.

A basic physical mass of fifty Zheng simply weighed down in an unremarkable manner.

The Dragon Girl's boiling bloodline felt as if it had been struck head-on by a collapsing high-dimensional universe, forcibly pressed back into her veins.

The cracked space around them instantly squeezed shut.

The Dragon Girl's legs went weak, and she slumped onto the dining chair, gasping for breath, but her eyes remained fixed on the security door.

"Sit properly, you haven't finished the meat." Jiang Feng tugged at his hem, turned toward the door, and twisted the handle open.

Outside the door stood a young girl.

To be precise, it was a translucent silhouette on the verge of dissipating.

The girl's silver hair was stuck to her cheeks by dark red stains. The left side of her body was severely blurred, making even her ribs and beating heart clearly visible.

That wasn't blood at all, but a source of heavy pollution from a high dimension.

Stains dripped from her fingertips onto the concrete floor of the hallway. Without even emitting white smoke, they corroded right through the floor, revealing the rebar of the level below.

The door opened.

The silver-haired girl looked up.

When she saw Jiang Feng’s face and the cheap grey home T-shirt he was wearing, her dilated pupils constricted violently.

It wasn't because there was any terrifying aura about Jiang Feng.

It was because... a living person! There was actually a living being here?!

The girl's head buzzed, and she stood frozen in place.

In her knowledge, and in the top-secret dossiers of the highest level of Wuliang Heaven, this coordinate zone had always been labeled as an "Absolute Dead Zone" and a "Junkyard of Fallen Gods."

Even the high-and-mighty The Chess Players, even extreme-level powerhouses, wouldn't dare step foot into this sealed land in their true forms.

Yet now, this man in plastic slippers, who had just finished eating with grease still on the corner of his mouth, was looking down at her.

Behind him, there was even the sound of a local news broadcast coming from the television!

"Run... quickly..."

Large chunks of dark red matter welled up in the girl's throat as she squeezed out those two words with all her might, trying to push Jiang Feng away.

Before she could finish.

The originally quiet hallway of the old residential building changed in an instant.

The plaster peeled off, and the sound-activated lights shattered. The space of the entire hallway was forcibly replaced by a dark red quagmire of karma.

Within the quagmire churned karmic retribution powerful enough to melt a Hunyuan Supreme.

"Roar—" A non-biological howl exploded from the depths of the quagmire.

A giant beast, comparable in size to a small car and composed entirely of broken law chains and high-dimensional torture implements, burst out of the quagmire.

Wuliang Hound.

A high-level weapon of the Wuliang Heaven Inspectorate specifically used for cross-dimensional erasure. If the target isn't killed, the karma isn't extinguished. Once locked on, even a powerhouse at the early "Zheng" level would have their source shredded instantly.

The hound opened its massive maw, filled with bronze barbs, and lunged toward the girl's back, bringing with it a foul-smelling wind of dimensional karma.

It intended to swallow the man behind the door along with her.

Jiang Feng stood within the threshold.

Watching the approaching behemoth and glancing at the corroded concrete floor, he furrowed his brows in disgust.

No talent activated. No laws moved. He didn't even pull up the system panel.

Jiang Feng simply lifted his right foot in an ordinary manner, took half a step forward, and stepped onto the concrete outside the door.

"Snap." A very light, muffled sound.

Fifty Zheng.

This ridiculous value, which exceeded the computational limits of the current universe, was poured out for the first time without any concealment within this small space.

It wasn't an energy attack; it was mass crushing in its purest form.

The dimension-tearing gale in the hallway froze instantly. The Wuliang Hound's half-opened maw was stuck in mid-air.

Immediately after, the concept of gravity completely collapsed within this narrow hallway.

There was no explosion of flying flesh, nor any earth-shattering boom.

"Screech—"

That Wuliang Hound of monstrous arrogance, reputed to be able to swallow gods alive, didn't even let out half a scream before its entire body was violently yanked in mid-air by an incomprehensible gravity.

Its three-dimensional body was flattened instantly.

Like a poster on a wall being roughly torn down, crumpled into a ball, and then relentlessly crushed downward.

A two-dimensional slice.

Then, with a soft "pop."

The slice turned into powder finer than dust and completely evaporated from the world.

Along with it, the dark red quagmire of karma behind it was stomped clean. The sound-activated lights flickered twice and turned back on.

The hallway was still the same old, dilapidated hallway, as if everything just now had been an illusion.

The silver-haired girl remained in her pushing posture, her entire body frozen in place.

Her cognition, already riddled with holes from being tortured by the high-dimensional erasure program, shattered into nothingness at this moment.

She had completely lost her mind.

What did she just see?

That was an Inspector's Wuliang Hound! The ultimate killing machine, a manifestation of high-dimensional laws!

It was actually stomped out of existence—both its karma and its physical form—by a man in loungewear, like he was stepping on a cockroach?!

"Jiang Feng, who's at the door?"

From the kitchen, Liu Cuilan poked her head out carrying a plate of freshly washed grapes, looking outside with curiosity.

Hearing his mother's voice, Jiang Feng's expression didn't change.

He lifted his foot and kicked the remaining bits of ash and powder into a corner of the stairs.

Then he reached out and grabbed the silver-haired girl by her back collar, dragging her into the house like a chick and slamming the security door shut behind them.

"It's nothing, Mom. A new neighbor from upstairs got lost. She seems to have low blood sugar, so I let her in for a glass of water," Jiang Feng lied smoothly.

"Oh dear, why is this girl so pale? And her clothes are so dirty. Quick, sit down and rest a bit." Liu Cuilan hurriedly put down the grapes to pour some water.

The silver-haired girl was pressed into a chair at the dining table by Jiang Feng.

Her head was buzzing; the extreme terror of her high-dimensional escape hadn't yet dissipated when the warm daily life of an ordinary family was forced upon her.

This absurd sense of disconnect almost drove her mad.

She turned her head blankly to look at the dining table. A large bowl of steaming beef brisket noodles sat there.

Looking past the bowl, a girl with delicate dragon horns on her head and a tail trailing behind her was squatting on a chair, clutching a beef bone tightly.

The moment the silver-haired girl saw the Dragon Girl clearly, her pupils shook violently again.

The Heavenly Dao?!

The manifestation of an entire dimension's Heavenly Dao will was actually in this house... gnawing on a bone?!

Just what kind of god-like family is this!