134: Chapter 134 From the Legal Ignorant of a Thousand Years Ago

The torrential rain in Donghai City showed no signs of stopping; instead, it was only getting heavier.

Cold rainwater poured in through the cracks in the alley, pelting Su Yang's battered Physical Body.

"Gu Changan..."

Su Yang gritted his teeth, squeezing the name out from between them.

"I have rampaged across the Blood Sea since a thousand years ago, and even survived the Lightning Tribulation, yet I am being manipulated by a Mortal."

He stood up unsteadily, his gaze piercing through the curtain of rain and landing on a brightly lit skyscraper a few hundred meters away.

Cloud Top No. 1.

It was the most high-end private club in Donghai City, with a membership threshold starting at ten million.

In the perception of the Old Ancestor of the Blood River, a large number of young people were gathered there, all of whom were pampered and full of vital essence, making them "superior nourishment."

"This battered Physical Body just happens to need some fresh things to lubricate it."

He dragged his heavy steps, like a wild ghost foraging in the darkness, slowly moving toward it.

Because he was dressed in rags and had blood on his face, several security guards at the entrance of Cloud Top No. 1 immediately stopped him vigilantly.

"Stop! This is private property; beggars go to the street opposite."

The security guard held a rubber baton, his tone full of disdain.

Su Yang slowly raised his head, a flash of mockery appearing in his blood-colored eyes.

"A beggar?"

"A thousand years ago, ants like you who hadn't even reached the stage of Drawing Qi into the Body would not even have the qualifications to glance at me."

His right hand suddenly shot out, moving too fast for the naked eye to track.

Snap.

The security guard in front hadn't even reacted before his neck was twisted at a strange angle.

Before the others could scream, Su Yang had already swept past like a phantom.

He pushed open the heavy mahogany doors with one hand.

Inside the hall, deafening bass music was pounding against their eardrums.

On the dance floor, dozens of scantily clad socialites and spendthrift second-generation rich kids were twisting to the rhythm, the scent of champagne fermenting in the air.

Su Yang took a deep breath, a look of intoxication appearing on his face.

This was the scent.

Energetic hearts, blood stimulated by alcohol—though full of Impurities, there was plenty of it.

He found a corner to sit in, grabbed a bottle of Ace of Spades from the table, and downed it like water.

He was waiting.

Waiting for this mouthful of vital essence to fully settle, and then turning this place into a living hell.

However.

Just as the music reached its climax, all the speakers suddenly let out a piercing screech, and then stopped abruptly.

The giant LED screen in the center of the dance floor, which had been playing brilliant visual animations, suddenly flickered twice and turned into a huge blue and white notification.

Right in the center was Su Yang's dirt-covered face.

On the right were three bright red characters: Wanted Notice.

The text description below was very detailed:

Name: Su Yang (alias), suspected of intentional homicide, terrorist activities, illegal medical practice (unauthorized Soul transplantation), and endangering public safety.

Issuing units: National Bureau of Abnormal Affairs, Donghai Public Security Bureau.

Note: This suspect is extremely dangerous and possesses some form of visual-induced hypnosis; if spotted, please close your eyes immediately and call the police.

The noise in the club was instantly replaced by deathly silence.

Dozens of second-generation rich kids stopped moving, staring blankly at the big screen.

"Isn't that the young master of the Su Group?"

"What illegal medical practice? Soul transplantation? What kind of nonsense is this?"

"Wait, no, look at the corner!"

A slightly tipsy socialite screamed, pointing toward the shadows.

Su Yang was sitting on a leather sofa, clutching a wine bottle, his eyes stunned.

As a Devil Head who had lived for a thousand years, where had he ever seen such a setup?

In the face of big data and facial recognition, his "Qi Concealment Technique" hadn't even had a chance to activate before he was locked onto by the city's surveillance cameras.

"What are you looking at?"

Su Yang stood up, his voice hoarse and cold.

"I am wanted?"

"In this world, who dares to put out a wanted notice for me?"

He raised his hand, and a mass of black-red mist overflowed from his palm.

In the crowd, a second-generation rich kid named Young Master Li, who usually prided himself on his boldness, actually stepped forward two paces to show off in front of his female companion.

"Su Yang, your family is already in trouble, so stop acting. I've already called the police, and they'll be here in five minutes."

Calling the police?

Su Yang's eyelids twitched slightly.

"Calling the police, is that just calling Gu Changan to come and die?"

He suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Young Master Li by the collar.

Under the terrified gaze of the crowd, the sharp claws on Su Yang's fingertips dug directly into Young Master Li's flesh.

"Since you all like calling the police so much, then start by sacrificing yourselves to my Dao."

The screams instantly blew the roof off.

The second-generation rich kids scattered and fled, their usual gentlemanly demeanor turning into trampling each other.

Just as Su Yang was preparing to enjoy his first mouthful of warm blood-food, a familiar voice suddenly came from the club's ceiling speakers.

"Comrade Su Yang, or perhaps I should call you Old Ancestor of the Blood River."

The voice was steady, carrying a sense of rationality that set one's teeth on edge.

It was Gu Changan.

Su Yang's movements froze.

He turned around, trying to find the source of the voice.

"Don't look for me, I didn't go in. The smoke here is too thick, and I'm prone to allergies."

Gu Changan's voice resounded throughout the hall via the surround sound system.

"Your current location is No. 1 Yunding Road, Donghai City. There are 232 surveillance cameras here and 36,000 sensors."

"Every move you make is under our computing power surveillance."

Su Yang roared at the air: "Gu Changan! You coward! If you have the guts, come in and fight! Look at these wealthy scions in my hands; as long as I flick my fingertips, they will all go to meet the King of Hell!"

Young Master Li had already wet his pants, crying and begging for his life.

In the command vehicle, Gu Changan sat on a swivel chair, holding a cup of freshly brewed clear tea.

On the screen, dozens of drone perspectives clearly locked onto Su Yang's blind spots.

"Old Ancestor, you might have gotten used to killing people a thousand years ago."

Gu Changan spoke unhurriedly into the microphone.

"But a thousand years ago, that was called slaughtering the innocent. Nowadays, it's called kidnapping, which starts at ten years or more."

"Moreover, your current large-scale gathering behavior falls under the crime of organizing and leading a terrorist organization."

"Do you think that just because you have hostages, I wouldn't dare to move against you?"

Su Yang sneered: "Mortals have always been sentimental. You imperial lackeys are most afraid of public opinion and human lives. This building is full of prominent figures in Donghai; do you dare to launch a frontal assault?"

"You're overthinking it."

Gu Changan blew on the tea leaves.

"First, before the law, the wealthy and the uncle selling jianbing on the roadside enjoy equal right to life."

"Second, if the hostages in your hands were protected animals, I might hesitate a little."

"Third, who told you I was going to launch a frontal assault?"

As soon as he finished speaking.

All the floor-to-ceiling windows around the club suddenly emitted a muffled sound in unison.

Although the specially made tempered glass didn't shatter, hundreds of bright red laser dots instantly appeared on the originally clear windows.

These red dots covered Su Yang's body tightly, like dense measles.

There were three on his glabella.

Five on his heart.

Eight on his Dantian.

Even on the soles of his feet, there were lasers from drones shining through the gaps in the carpet.

This wasn't just weapon targeting; this was psychological pressure.

Even though Su Yang's cultivation was greatly damaged, this sense of near-death crisis still made all the hairs on his body stand up.

This feeling was even more heart-palpitating than when he was locked onto by heavenly lightning while undergoing his Golden Core Tribulation.

Those red dots were extremely stable, without any shaking.

This meant that within a few kilometers outside the club, there were at least dozens of sniper teams watching him simultaneously.

"What kind of Lightning Technique is this?"

Su Yang felt a certain scorched sensation coming from the red dots.

"This isn't a Lightning Technique; this is anti-materiel rifles paired with rune bullets."

Gu Changan's voice sounded again.

"If your Blood River Technique were practiced to the Peak, perhaps you could be Reborn from a drop of blood."

"But as you are now, as soon as I give the order, within ten milliseconds, your Divine Soul, Dantian, and this Physical Body will be physically pulverized simultaneously."

"This is called industrial-scale harvesting. Old Ancestor, is this feeling fresh?"

Su Yang's fingertips trembled on Young Master Li's neck.

He had originally thought he could rampage across the world, but he hadn't even finished three rounds of killing before being blocked by the other party in this cell called a "club."

"Gu Changan, are you bluffing me?"

"If you kill these Mortals, how will you answer to your world?"

Gu Changan put down his teacup, his eyes becoming cold.

"I don't need to answer to anyone. Because according to the supplementary agreement of the 'Regulations on the Management of Anomalous Affairs,' when a target is determined to be a Soul entity with world-destroying tendencies, the on-site commanding officer has the right to carry out indiscriminate coverage."

"Simply put, as long as I can kill you, I can rebuild this building even if it's demolished."

"Su Yang, or perhaps I should call you Wanted Suspect No. 1. I'll give you three seconds to put down that fat guy."

"Three."

The red dots began to flicker; that was the signal that the snipers had already pressed the first stage of their triggers.

Su Yang had lived for a thousand years, and he feared death the most.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to such great lengths to perform Possession.

He could clearly feel that behind every single red dot lay a domineering power that could instantly annihilate his intelligence.

That wasn't Spiritual Qi; that was the most violent logic of slaughter from this civilization, this era.

"Two."

Gu Changan's voice lowered, exuding an unquestionable aura of the Grim Reaper.

"Wait!"

Cold sweat seeped from Su Yang's forehead.

He couldn't just have his Divine Soul destroyed like this.

He still had to rebuild the Blood River, he still had to shatter the Void Realm!

Just as "one" was about to be uttered, Su Yang suddenly pushed away the already unconscious Young Master Li.

A flash of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes, and he slammed his right hand against his own chest.

"Gu Changan! You forced me to do this!"

"Even if I have to discard this Physical Body, I will let you see what the escape secret technique of a Supreme of the Demonic Path is!"