113: Paste is about human relationships and worldly wisdom, not fighting and killing!
Tang Gao waved his hand indifferently: "I've already had the Black Shadow Clan prepare. In thirty seconds, we'll start transferring the ordinary people and Cultivators in the building. I advise you to hurry, don't let the enemy notice anything amiss and detonate it directly."
Tang Gao ignored them and waited for the time to arrive.
Thirty seconds passed in a blink of an eye. The few Great Demons in the room had already made their decision; the situation was urgent, so they had to save their juniors first.
Tang Gao snapped his fingers, his eyes indifferent.
In an instant, countless Black Shadow Clan beings rushed out from the shadows, quickly embracing every ordinary person and Cultivator in the building, forcibly whisking them away into the Shadow World to prevent them from being injured by the terrifying explosion that was about to occur.
The few Great Demons were also prepared. They directly cast Spells to absorb their juniors into their palms or mouths, then soared into the sky, simultaneously casting Spells to suppress the third basement level of Yingbin Tower.
Tang Gao came to the window, indifferently punched through it, and jumped down, landing at the entrance of the Yingbin Tower's main hall. The entire ground cracked beneath his feet, the floorboards concave and burst open, and the surrounding floor layers stacked up, forming a large pit.
Tang Gao calmly turned around and walked out of the pit, looking at the panicked people rushing out of the first-floor hall.
The people rushing out of the first-floor hall were overjoyed and shouted anxiously:
"Immortal Elder! The Shadow World is invading! Help!"
"Swish!"
A flash of saber light streaked through the air, directly beheading the person. The head flew high, and blood gushed out.
Tang Gao put down the Crying Blood Blade in his hand and said with an expressionless, faint voice: "Don't worry, I'm not a good person. If anyone moves again, I'll chop them to death."
In the past, Tang Gao would have explained why he chopped down this disguised Demonic Path member.
But after several Reincarnations, discovering that these Demonic Path members were one more skilled at disguise and acting than the last, Tang Gao gave up on explaining.
The most outrageous thing was that these identified Demonic Path members came from different organizations, different Sects, and different forces, and were unaware of each other's identities.
The remaining people dared not move, their expressions growing uglier by the second.
Good news: an Immortal Elder had arrived to help.
Bad news: it was an Immortal Elder from the Demonic Path.
The fluctuations of a Rank 4 Cultivation were continuously being released. The people present were at most Rank 3, making it impossible for them to be an opponent for a Rank 4.
One of the Demonic Path members from the Blood Gate gritted his teeth, bit his tongue, and activated his essence blood to cast a Spell—
"Puff!"
The saber light flashed horizontally, and a head flew high, splattering blood everywhere.
One after another, Black Shadow Clan warriors emerged from the shadows, slowly gathering behind the Violent Justice Envoy, like dark, black clouds.
Tang Gao's eyes were indifferent: "Capture them all and cripple them. If anyone resists, kill them directly."
After several Reincarnations, he was tired of extracting information.
It was always the same few excuses, completely unoriginal.
"As you command, Dominator."
One by one, the Black Shadow Clan warriors, holding weapons, approached the people in the hall who had been deliberately left behind, grinning menacingly.
Tang Gao glanced at a passerby in the distance on the street, who was pale and holding a phone, urgently calling the police.
Tang Gao smiled at him.
The passerby screamed in fright, immediately threw his phone, and turned to run.
Tang Gao smiled with satisfaction: "Very good, that bought me three more minutes."
Many people would call the police, but this person was the quickest. Just scaring him would buy him three minutes.
He was truly a warm-hearted citizen of Qingcheng, encountering danger and calling the police first instead of only caring about his own escape.
Tang Gao hummed a tune, walked through the crouching crowd, and arrived at the entrance of the first basement level, directly cleaving open the door with his saber.
Destruction Magic God was pressing his hands on the ground, sweating profusely, as an intricate spatial Spell Formation was forming: "I'm just saying, do you really have to force me to burn my life for a large-scale spatial Spell?"
Tang Gao pouted, mercilessly mocking: "If you don't Cultivate your attributes normally, then at a crucial moment, what do you burn if not your life?"
Destruction Magic God complained: "Be a human, would you? I have so many attributes and rune lines to Cultivate. It's already a feat that I can barely keep up with the progress… Alright, it's done!"
Destruction Magic God's head instantly exploded. The Spell Formation he was pressing with his hands materialized, directly moving all the explosives from the first to third basement levels to the outskirts of Qingcheng.
In the last moment before his death, Destruction Magic God struggled to extend his middle finger at Tang Gao, strongly despising this kind of operation that treated Clones as less than human.
Tang Gao wordlessly kicked the corpse aside, stepping through the pool of blood as he advanced, and soon saw that familiar figure.
An Alchemist held a remote control in his hand, staring blankly at the empty first basement level: "Where are the explosives!? Where are the explosives I prepared!?"
Tang Gao looked at the Three-Leaf Clover Group uniform he was wearing, and the Crying Blood Blade directly stabbed into the steel floor, sparking, as he complained: "To be honest, during this period of recuperation, I almost completely forgot about your Three-Leaf Clover Group. I didn't expect you traitors to do something like this too."
The Alchemist turned around, seeing a young man in black casual clothes approaching with a blade. His face was panicked, and he kept backing away: "You can't kill me. I'm a high-ranking executive in the Three-Leaf Clover Group's Alchemy department. If you kill me, the Three-Leaf Clover Group will send assassins to kill you."
Tang Gao said with a calm expression, complaining: "Try a different threat. I'm tired of this one, really. For a perfect clear, I've already killed you more than ten times."
In this Reincarnation, Tang Gao encountered several difficulties, but ultimately achieved a perfect strategy by repeatedly reloading saves.
Initially, Tang Gao achieved his first perfect clear by killing his way through, but then realized there were no living criminals to confess to the Guardian Bureau. So, he had to change his strategy and win by using his brain.
The world is about human relations, not just fighting and killing.
Turning criminals into a pulp is too bloody; crippling them is much more merciful.
"Swish!"
The saber light flashed, and the Alchemist's arm was severed. The remote control fell to the ground.
The Alchemist screamed in unbearable pain, clutching his wound: "Ah ah ah ah!"
Tang Gao walked up to him with calm eyes, took a phone from his pocket, dialed the emergency number, and placed it in front of him:
"Remember to call the police. It's better for you this way, otherwise, I'd have to figure out how to kill you, which is too much trouble."
The Alchemist was terrified, enduring the severe pain, and picked up the phone with his bloody hand, pressing the emergency call button, crying: "I want to report, I'm in the first basement level of Yingbin Tower, I placed a large amount of…"
Tang Gao was utterly calm, completely unmoved, feeling the effects of his mental Cultivation during this period.
He used to be very irritable, but now it was as common as eating and drinking.
He didn't know if he had gotten used to it or if he had become a pervert.
Tang Gao looked at the Three-Leaf Clover Group uniform on the Alchemist and clicked his tongue: "I hope that during this time, the Alchemists have managed to raise their Pill Formula Rank."
He hadn't acted before because the Divine Farmer Alchemists were busy Cultivating their Cultivation and Alchemy skills.
Now that so much time had passed, it was time to check the results.
Qingcheng Three-Leaf Clover Group, your old acquaintance is coming.
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