95: I've finally been waiting for you.

This instantly intimidated everyone.

Someone died!

He Ming raised his hand and looked at the smart bracelet.

"Qian Quanshan, alias One-Eyed, imprisoned twice for child molestation. He deserved to die."

This sentence sounded like a judgment from hell.

Wang Jiu finally reacted. He struggled to control his body and looked to his side, his teeth chattering uncontrollably, sweat pouring down him.

When he saw the strangely shaped dagger in He Ming's hand, he understood. Those invisible slashes from before had come from the hands of this ominous figure.

"Boss He!"

"Boss He, spare my life!"

"Let's talk this over, we can negotiate, we can negotiate!"

Old Xiao, clutching his severed hand, crawled on his knees to He Ming and desperately kowtowed.

"I don't want these antiques anymore, they're all yours!"

"The remaining balance… I don't want the remaining balance either, please let me go!"

He Ming snorted softly.

"Didn't we just talk?"

At these words, Old Xiao shivered, and a great terror instantly enveloped him, completely robbing him of the ability to think.

He Ming toyed with the dagger, his face calm, and spoke slowly, as if talking to himself.

"It seems you still can't evoke any emotional fluctuations in me."

"That's right, how can crushing an ant cause emotions..."

He raised his hand again and looked at the smart bracelet, swiping left, and spoke calmly.

"Xiao Cheng, alias Old Xiao, didn't commit too great a crime."

At these words, Old Xiao's heart was in his throat.

"Please let me go, I know I was wrong, I shouldn't have been greedy..."

A silent slash descended again, and Old Xiao's head was instantly separated from his body.

He Ming flexed his wrist and spoke calmly.

"A mortal actually dared to covet a human-realm treasure. He deserved to die."

He checked the smart bracelet again.

"Li Ke, oh, he's also a wanted criminal."

"He trafficked drugs. He deserved to die."

No sooner had he spoken than Li Ke, who was still standing on the altar, trembling like a sieve, had his head separated from his body.

Under such high-pressure death threats, someone finally couldn't bear it and ran like mad towards the exit.

"Wang Kang, he killed someone, so he'll pay with his life."

There was a loud crack.

This time, the invisible slash, along with Wang Kang's head and a bronze chariot, was sliced in half.

He Ming recited the names on the smart bracelet one by one until only two people were left.

Wang Jiu was already in tears, his knees buckled, and he fell to the ground, his forehead hitting the altar heavily.

He felt as if a vast ocean was pressing down on him from above, overwhelming everything.

"Li Fei, not bad. He funded impoverished mountainous areas and was framed by someone he offended, resulting in twenty years in prison."

The middle-aged man called Li Fei was curled up in a corner. When he heard He Ming's words, he suddenly looked up, staring in disbelief at He Ming, who now looked like a god of death.

He truly hadn't expected it. The whole world thought he was guilty; even his parents had abandoned him, his wife had left, and his son regarded him as a disgrace.

Yet, this person in front of him said he was wronged.

The emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for many years finally erupted at this moment. He slammed his head against the bluestone slab, crying like a child.

"Your words are enough."

"Do it..."

He looked up, no longer afraid.

He Ming chuckled softly.

"I'm not a madman, what are you afraid of?"

Li Fei and Wang Jiu's eyes widened in disbelief.

Not a madman?

Then how did the people in this hall die?

But they only dared to think this in their hearts.

He Ming looked at Wang Jiu on the altar, walked over, and patted his shoulder.

"You're very good. Even in the face of death, you can stick to your original intention. There aren't many people like that left."

With He Ming's gentle pat, Wang Jiu felt as if his entire body was about to fall apart, but a sense of relief washed over him.

He, finally, wouldn't die.

"You two, help me move the bodies over."

He Ming pointed to the large pit in the center of the altar.

Li Fei and Wang Jiu exchanged glances. Without any hesitation, they forced their shaky bodies to move, their legs trembling, and managed to gather all the bodies around the large pit in the center of the altar.

He Ming casually kicked a body into the pit.

Wang Jiu's face was already stained red with blood. He looked at He Ming, puzzled.

"What are you doing?"

He Ming stared intently at the pit and said, "If you want to live, find a place to hide. Something might crawl out of the pit later."

At these words, Wang Jiu glanced left and right and immediately hid under the bronze chariot in the corner.

Li Fei swallowed, then scurried over to Wang Jiu's side.

"Boss, what kind of person is this Boss He?"

"Have you ever heard of Ancient Martial Arts?"

"No."

"This Boss He should be from an Ancient Martial Arts Families. With his strength, he could at least rank in the top ten."

...When the tenth body was thrown into the large pit, the altar finally reacted, and the ground began to shake violently.

"An earthquake?"

"How is that possible!"

A beast's roar came from the bottom of the large pit, followed by a tangible, monstrous aura.

He Ming, as if provoking it, kicked another body into the large pit.

"Has it arrived?"

He quickly pressed his shoulder. The next second, a set of dark-colored armor rapidly covered He Ming's body like liquid.

Inside the large pit.

A dark shadow shot up with the soaring aura, and the moment it leaped out of the pit, it opened its gaping maw and lunged at He Ming, trying to swallow him whole!

When its mouth was fully open, it was large enough to swallow more than half of the altar, and the foul stench emanating from it was nauseating.

Wang Jiu and Li Ke, hiding under the chariot, widened their eyes!

"What kind of monster is this!"

"It's over, Boss He is going to be swallowed by this monster!"

They couldn't imagine how a human could possibly resist such a monster.

No sooner had they spoken than an even more shocking scene unfolded.

With a loud bang!

He Ming, with just a casual slap, actually slammed the unknown monster against the wall, embedding it deeply.

The immediate humiliation was swift, but Wang Jiu and Li Fei felt incredibly lucky. If He Ming had been eaten by the monster, they certainly wouldn't have escaped either.

When the smoke cleared, the monster pinned to the wall finally revealed its true form: it was a crow, just a slightly larger one.

He Ming looked closely, seeing the crow's dark feathers shimmering with colorful light, its claws sharp. It was currently flapping its wings, trying to struggle free from the wall.

"41,000 life index points, a spirit Black Bird."

He Ming took a step, already in front of the crow, and raised his hand to deliver another slap, but the crow shrieked in a harsh voice.

"Human Emperor, spare my life!"

He Ming withdrew his hand. He had no intention of killing it, because this crow was the guardian spirit beast of the Great Qin, specifically responsible for guarding the human-realm treasure, the imperial seal of china.

The notebook had given a hint: this crow was a 'buy one get one free' bonus, absolutely loyal.

"Hand over the imperial seal."

"Alright."

The crow squawked twice and spat something out of its mouth.

He Ming's eyes narrowed, and he reached out to take it, his heartbeat doubling at that moment!

The imperial seal of china!

"I've finally waited for you, Lord Human Emperor!"

"That Lord said that whoever could send me flying would be the next Human Emperor."

He Ming was stunned at these words. That Lord?

"[Sorry, just woke up!]"