187: Who's in favor? Who's opposed? One move and an 8-level opponent is wiped out, everyone kneels and begs for mercy!

"Clang————!!!"

A metallic clang, loud enough to shatter eardrums, exploded.

Butcher's determined strike stopped.

It hung in mid-air, completely motionless.

Lu Sheng had merely raised a single scaled left hand and firmly grasped the blade of the massive serrated bone knife!

"What?!"

Butcher's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

He felt as if his strike hadn't landed on flesh, but on an unshakeable Primordial Divine Mountain!

No matter how much force he exerted, the knife remained rooted, utterly still.

"Is this your full power?"

Lu Sheng slowly raised his head, his cold Dragon Eyes looking down at Butcher, his voice growing deep and hoarse, with a metallic echo.

"Too weak."

"Since you like playing with knives..."

Lu Sheng clenched his right hand in the Void Realm.

"dragon devouring spear—come!!"

Boom!

A long spear, entirely dark gold and entwined with blood-red Dragon patterns, appeared out of thin air.

"Then let me show you what true... violence is!"

Lu Sheng exerted force with his left hand.

"Crack!!!"

The serrated bone knife, crafted from the bones of an 8th-level mutated beast, was actually crushed at one corner by his single hand!

Immediately after, Lu Sheng held the spear in his right hand and, without any fancy Move, simply thrust it straight forward!

Fast!

So fast it surpassed the limits of visual capture!

So fast even sound couldn't keep up!

"Pfft—!!"

Butcher felt a chill in his chest.

He looked down.

The dark gold long spear had effortlessly pierced through his proud Berserk Battle Body, entering from his chest and exiting from his back, impaling him in mid-air!

"Ah ah ah ah—!!!"

Butcher let out a horrific scream, clutching the spear shaft desperately, trying to break free. But the terrifying power attached to the spear instantly scattered all the spirit source in his body.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

In the entire North Slope camp, thousands of mercenaries stood dumbfounded, their weapons falling to the ground unnoticed.

Their god, that invincible leader, was actually impaled like a candied hawthorn stick by someone?

One Move?

Just one Move?!

In the distance, inside the zhenhai carrier's command room.

Sea God Old General's teacup clattered to the ground, shattering into pieces.

He stared intently at the figure on the large screen, covered in golden scales, like a demon god descending, his aged face filled with shock and disbelief.

"This... this is Level 7?"

Beside him, the Fierce Tiger Level 7 Spirit Source Practitioner, who had previously opposed Lu Sheng, trembled all over, cold sweat streaming down: "This is fake, right?! The power unleashed by that spear just now... definitely exceeded Level 8 Peak!"

"We've found a treasure... we humans have truly found a treasure!"

The Old General took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming, his voice slightly trembling with excitement.

"Issue the order! All artillery, turn direction and lock onto the area around the North Slope!"

"Anyone who dares to interfere with Young Friend Lu establishing his authority, flatten them for me!!"

In the center of the battlefield.

Lu Sheng held Butcher aloft with one hand, his golden Dragon Eyes sweeping across the entire scene.

"As I am now..."

Lu Sheng flicked his Dragon tail, instantly blasting a Level 7 Spirit Source User mercenary who attempted a sneak attack into a mist of blood.

"Who agrees? Who objects?"

"Cough cough... you... what kind of monster are you..."

Butcher, impaled in mid-air, coughed up blood. The arrogance in his bull-like eyes was long gone, replaced only by deep fear and despair.

He could feel his life force being frantically devoured by that eerie long spear.

This was simply not power that a human could possess!

"Who I am is not important."

Lu Sheng looked at Butcher, his Dragon Claw exerted a slight force, and the spear shaft vibrated.

"What's important is that from today onwards, the North Slope... belongs to Lu."

"Die."

Boom—!

Violent spirit source exploded at the spear tip.

Butcher's massive body instantly tore into pieces, transforming into a sky full of shredded flesh.

An extremely dense Soul Power was instantly absorbed by the dragon devouring spear, and the Dragon patterns on the spear shaft grew even more vivid and demonic red.

[Ding! Killed a Level 8 Strength-type Spirit Source User! energy points +200!]

[dragon devouring spear successfully devoured! Weight +200 jin!]

Lu Sheng casually waved his hand, grabbing Butcher's unseeing head and raising it high.

"The chief culprit has been executed!"

His voice, amplified by his Dragon transformation, echoed like rolling thunder throughout the entire North Slope of Gongga Snow Mountain.

"Surrender and live!"

"Resist, and die!!"

"Buzz—!!!"

Dragon Might Field fully activated!

This time, it was no longer a test, but an unreserved suppression!

The terrifying Dragon Might, like a substantial heavy hammer, fiercely struck the hearts of every mercenary present.

"Clang! Clang!"

The sound of countless weapons hitting the ground rang out.

Facing such an inhuman existence, like a god or demon, this group of ruthless desperadoes who bullied the weak and feared the strong completely collapsed.

"I surrender! Don't kill me!!"

"We pledge allegiance to Milord!!"

Thousands of mercenaries knelt down in unison, their foreheads pressed firmly against the ground, not daring to breathe.

This was the Law of the Apocalypse.

The strong are respected, and the victors take all.

Lu Sheng deactivated his Human-Dragon Form, returning to his cold and aloof youthful appearance, though his black clothes now carried a hint of blood.

He turned around and waved to the joint fleet below the mountain.

"Come up and clean up."

"This place is ours now."

...Half an hour later, the troops from the blazing flame and zhenhai carrier completely took over the North Slope.

Three hundred thousand refugees, guided by soldiers, orderly entered the fortresses and barracks that once belonged to the mercenaries.

Seeing the mountains of supplies and warm houses, many refugees wept with joy, prostrating themselves before the young figure on the mountaintop.

Meanwhile, in the other three directions of Gongga Snow Mountain.

Several extremely powerful Mental Energies were cautiously probing the movements on the North Slope from across the Void Realm.

East Slope, former Observation Deck Base.

A middle-aged Daoist, dressed in an old-fashioned Daoist robe and carrying a long sword on his back, stood at the edge of the cliff, his gaze solemn as he watched the sky-piercing Killing Intent rising from the North Slope.

"Boundless Heavenly Venerable... such heavy Killing Intent, such overbearing Dragon Might."

"It seems that Gongga Mountain will have another variable."

West Slope, Ancient Martial Family Alliance.

An old man with white hair and beard was practicing boxing, his movements flowing like clouds and water.

Upon hearing his subordinate's report, his movements paused, and his eyes flashed with sharp light.

"Instantly killed Butcher with one Move? Are young people nowadays all so lacking in martial virtue?"

"Pass down the order: restrain the family disciples. Do not go to the North Slope to cause trouble recently. This new neighbor... has a bad temper."

South Slope, Qingcheng Palace.

Several Daoist nuns in green robes were gathered, whispering amongst themselves, a hint of fear in their eyes.

At this moment, Lu Sheng was sitting on Butcher's former tiger-skin armchair.

Sea God Old General sat opposite him, his gaze at Lu Sheng incredibly complex.

"Young Friend Lu, what you did today... really stirred up a hornet's nest."

The Old General gave a wry smile, pointing around, "Now the entire Gongga Mountain is watching you. Those four factions probably won't sleep tonight."

"It's best if they can't sleep."

Lu Sheng's lips curved into a playful arc.

"If they can't sleep, we're safe."

"Moreover..."

Lu Sheng stood up, looking out the window at the lush, Spirit Qi-filled mutated forest and the sacred main Peak towering into the clouds in the distance.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the clouds, seeing further away.

"The real trouble isn't these few neighbors."

"Old General, have the soldiers quickly build fortifications."

Lu Sheng's voice grew deep.

"I can feel a nauseating stench of corpses drifting this way... with the wind."