133: Chapter 133: Not only a murderer, but also an illegal immigrant.

The air in the conference room seemed to freeze for an instant before violently exploding.

A wave of dark red Qi erupted from Su Yang's body—the unique pressure of a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator. Although this Physical Body was in poor condition, Old Ancestor of the Blood River was, after all, an expert at manipulating Divine Souls. This outburst instantly shattered the already cracked floor-to-ceiling window into powder.

Crackle, crash!

Shards of glass rained down onto the street like raindrops, triggering screams from below.

The directors on both sides of the conference table had never seen such a spectacle; they scrambled under the table, clutching their heads, their backsides sticking out as they trembled, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"Refined into a blood corpse?" Gu Changan stood his ground, not even the hem of his overcoat fluttering.

Su Yang hovered in mid-air, his feet three inches off the ground, his face full of arrogance: "Correct! In this Age of Dharma Decline where Spiritual Qi is exhausted, I am a god walking among Mortals! I kill whoever I want, and I use whoever's Physical Body I please! This is the iron law of the jungle!"

He looked down at Gu Changan as if watching a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Gu Changan sighed, pulled a black metal disc from his pocket, and tossed it onto the ground.

Hum—!

A pale blue ripple instantly spread, covering the entire conference room. The pressure of the Evil Qi, which had been suffocating everyone, vanished completely in an instant, like dust sucked away by a vacuum cleaner.

Su Yang's body sank, and with a thud, he dropped back to the ground, nearly twisting his ankle.

"What is this?!" He was shocked; the Devilish Qi within him had become sluggish, as if it had fallen into a quagmire.

Gu Changan stepped on the disc: "[Law Enforcement Domain] portable version, specifically designed for unruly supernatural energy like yours. A god? Stop indulging in your own delusions."

He took a step forward, his leather shoes crunching against the broken glass with a teeth-gritting sound.

"Your Soul has no household registration for this era, no ID card, and no entry permit. Within my jurisdiction, you are an 'illegal stowaway' with absolutely no human rights."

Gu Changan's voice was as cold as ice: "A stowaway should have the self-awareness of a stowaway; when you're about to get beaten, stand at attention."

"Insolence!"

Su Yang felt he had suffered a great humiliation. A dignified Old Ancestor of the Demonic Path, being called a stowaway?

He roared, his right hand forming a claw, blood-red blades three inches long bursting from his fingertips. Carrying a nauseating stench, he aimed directly for Gu Changan's throat.

He used his full strength for this strike. Even without the reinforcement of Spiritual Qi, this Evil Qi alone was enough to tear through steel plates.

The Special Police raised their guns instantly, but Gu Changan raised his hand to signal them to stand down.

He calmly raised his left hand, palm facing outward.

Clang!

Su Yang's sharp claws stopped ten centimeters in front of Gu Changan's palm, unable to advance even an inch. A hexagonal blue light shield appeared out of thin air, with precise data streams flowing across it.

The massive kinetic energy was instantly dispersed and dissipated by the surface of the light shield.

Su Yang felt as if his claw had scratched against a great mountain; the recoil force caused the webbing between his thumb and index finger to split open, blood streaming out.

"Is that all?"

Gu Changan looked at the light shield, which hadn't even rippled, and shook his head: "Too weak. It's not even as sturdy as the blast doors in my bureau's warehouse."

With his right hand, he drew a strangely shaped pistol from his waist. The gun body was thick, the muzzle engraved with dense golden runes, and the butt of the gun was connected to a wire leading directly to an energy pack behind his waist.

"What kind of Magical Artifact is that?" Su Yang's pupils constricted; he instinctively sensed danger.

"Taser, magic-modified version." Gu Changan pulled the trigger: "Specifically for giving electric therapy to Possession criminals like you who aren't thinking straight."

Bang!

Two barbed darts shot out instantly, precisely embedding themselves in Su Yang's chest.

The next second, a violent electric current erupted along the wire.

Zzzzt—!

"Aaaaaah—!"

Su Yang let out a shrill scream. This was not just ordinary electricity; it was mixed with bio-electric pulses specifically targeting spiritual entities, and the golden runes flickered, every bolt of electricity lashing out at his Divine Soul like a whip.

Fifty thousand volts of high-voltage electricity combined with a Soul-Suppressing Incantation.

This sensation was even more agonizing than a Heavenly Tribulation.

Su Yang convulsed, foaming at the mouth, his hair standing on end. The originally solidified Divine Soul from the Possession was almost shocked right into Soul Emergence.

"Lightning techniques... this is a lightning technique..."

Su Yang collapsed to the ground, smoke rising from his body, his eyes full of terror: "Mortals... how can Mortals use lightning techniques! This is impossible!"

A thousand years ago, only the top orthodox Daoist sects could summon lightning. That was the might of Heaven, the ultimate means to restrain Demonic Path Cultivators.

But now, a Mortal wearing a trench coat could casually unleash continuous lightning?

"This is called science." Gu Changan holstered his gun and looked at him indifferently: "If the voltage is high enough and the frequency matches, anyone can discharge lightning."

He waved his hand: "Take him away. Make sure he doesn't bite his tongue; although this Physical Body is ruined, it's still important evidence."

Two Special Police officers wearing exoskeleton armor stepped forward, holding spirit-suppressing handcuffs engraved with runes.

Su Yang looked at the silver handcuffs, the fear in his heart finally overcoming his arrogance.

Captured? Imprisoned?

No! He was the Old Ancestor of the Blood River! He could not fall into the hands of a group of Mortals!

"Get lost!"

Su Yang suddenly erupted into action. Even though his Divine Soul was in excruciating pain, he squeezed out the last bit of potential from this Physical Body. He grabbed a fat director who had poked his head out from under the table and threw him violently at the Special Police.

Taking advantage of the moment the Special Police were catching the man, Su Yang turned and rushed toward the shattered floor-to-ceiling window.

"Trying to run?" Chen Xiaobei's fingers danced across the Keyboard: "Boss, he's going to jump!"

Su Yang rushed to the window and looked back at Gu Changan with venomous hatred: "I will remember today's humiliation! Once I recover my cultivation, I will surely wash your shitty bureau in blood!"

After speaking, he leaped, jumping down from the thirtieth-floor high-rise.

In mid-air, a cloud of blood mist burst from the surface of his body, and he transformed into an eerie red light, refracting in the air in defiance of physical laws, quickly disappearing among the vast buildings.

The Special Police immediately rushed to the window and raised their guns.

"Don't shoot."

Gu Changan walked to the window, the wind blowing his coat hem. He watched the receding red light, his eyes devoid of any anxiety.

"This is a busy downtown area; stray bullets will hurt people." Gu Changan lit a cigarette: "Besides, the monk may run, but the temple cannot."

Chen Xiaobei handed over the tablet, where a bright red dot was moving frantically on the map.

"This fool doesn't know what bio-magnetic field locking is." Gu Changan exhaled a smoke ring: "Let him run for a while to exhaust his stamina. This Physical Body won't last long."

...

In a dark alley in the center of Donghai City.

With a thud, a figure fell heavily beside a trash can.

Su Yang gasped for air, his whole body in excruciating pain. His expensive, high-end suit had turned into tattered rags, and his face was covered in blood and dust.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

He punched the wall, his eyes filled with humiliation and madness.

This Physical Body was too weak! Although he had escaped using the "Blood Shadow Escape," it had overdrawn a large amount of his vital blood essence. Now he felt his internal organs burning; if he didn't replenish his Qi and blood immediately, this Physical Body would collapse soon.

"Must... must find blood food..."

Su Yang licked his cracked lips, his eyes becoming extremely dangerous.

Ordinary pig blood was useless; he needed human blood.

Human blood filled with Spiritual Qi.