171: Now you are an old acquaintance of mine!

Fear also appeared on the faces of the Fourth Seat and the Sixth Seat.

“How is this possible? That guy is a Klein Realm, no matter what, how could he not even have the slightest power to fight back?”

Xie Yu snorted coldly and said, “There’s a big difference between Kleins. For example, you and Lord Whisper are both Kleins, but can you defeat Lord Whisper?”

“That’s different. Lord Whisper is an absolute master who has one foot in the human ceiling,” the Sixth Seat retorted.

“Perhaps we misjudged Song Zhong’s strength. None of those who can become Ancient Gods are easy to deal with, even if he looks like an ordinary Klein,” Xie Yu said.

“But I’m more curious, how did he manage to slay a god in the past?” the Fourth Seat said.

Everyone fell silent. None of them could answer that question.

Song Zhong descended from the air to the ground and kicked the charred Scarface into the lava.

The originally chattering prisoners immediately quieted down after seeing this scene.

Having been imprisoned in the Zhaijie Institute for so long, the prisoners knew very well what kind of guy Scarface was.

They never expected such a fierce character to be eliminated by his opponent in a casual conversation. How terrifying must this young man named Song Zhong be?

Becoming a follower of such a person might mean dying a little later, but if they disagreed, their fate would be the same as Scarface’s—immediate game over.

Most prisoners still knew what was more important.

Rumble!

Song Zhong lightly stomped his foot, and the split ground gradually came together. After a period of upheaval, Song Zhong walked in front of the prisoners.

“Hehehe, does anyone have anything else to say now? Feel free to speak your mind.”

The prisoners looked at each other. Although Scarface’s death had intimidated most of them, among several hundred people, there were still a few who weren’t afraid of death.

“New talents emerge in every generation. Indeed, young people nowadays cannot be underestimated.” An old man with a face full of wrinkles and a hunched figure walked out.

He looked at the prisoners and said, “Brothers, since this space was created by him, as long as we kill this kid, we can escape from this cursed place.”

“You finally escaped from the Zhaijie Institute. Do you want to be manipulated again?”

“Having true freedom or being someone else’s dog, which do you choose?”

After the old man’s persuasion, some of the prisoners indeed began to stir.

“What this old guy said seems to make some sense.”

“It makes sense, but this kid looks difficult to deal with.”

“What’s there to be afraid of? Scarface fought alone, so it’s not strange that he was killed. If we all go together, the outcome might be different.”

Song Zhong calmly watched the prisoners’ reactions.

“Hehehe, very good. Since you’ve spoken your mind, I suppose you can die without regrets, right?”

Hearing Song Zhong’s words, a sinister smile appeared on the old man’s face. “Everyone, what are you waiting for? Attack!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a puff of black smoke emerged from the old man’s hunched back. The black smoke split into several directions and flew towards Song Zhong.

This old man possessed a terrifying Forbidden Territory, Sequence 123 [Toxic Gas Erosion].

The black smoke contained potent poison. Even slight contact would allow the poison to enter the body, and if not treated promptly, death was certain.

And those prisoners who had been swayed also acted simultaneously.

“Kill him!”

“For freedom!”

“What about the Ancient God Church? My reputation back then was much greater than yours.”

In an instant, more than a dozen figures charged towards Song Zhong.

Learning from the lessons of the Fourth Seat and Scarface, they did not use long-range attack abilities but chose close combat.

With the old man’s poisonous gas as cover, plus more than a dozen close-combat masters, even if they couldn’t take him down immediately, they could entangle Song Zhong for a while.

And once the time dragged on, more prisoners would surely join their ranks.

At that point, a situation of ganging up on Song Zhong would definitely form.

“Naive!”

Song Zhong sneered, and suddenly a fierce gust of wind arose in front of him.

The gust of wind directly dispersed the old man’s poisonous smoke. The old man was greatly shocked.

“What? Your Forbidden Territory is [Great Wind Disaster]?”

Although the ability of [Toxic Gas Erosion] was terrifying, it was also countered by other Forbidden Territories, such as [Great Wind Disaster] and [Qi] which could control air currents.

This old man was sent to the Zhaijie Institute by Han Shaoyun back then, so he had a particularly deep impression of this Forbidden Territory.

“[Great Wind Disaster]? How ignorant.” Song Zhong’s expression was calm, followed by a cold wind.

The dozen or so prisoners who intended to approach felt an inexplicable chill throughout their bodies. Upon contact with that cold wind, their minds instantly went blank.

With a thud, the dozen unconscious prisoners fell to the ground, their mouths and eyes askew, like idiots.

Song Zhong used [Yin Wind] to directly turn these prisoners who intended to act into imbeciles.

The old man stumbled back a few steps but did not notice some protruding stones on the ground behind him.

“Ouch!” The old man staggered and sat down on the ground.

The prisoners behind him dared not even breathe loudly, unable to believe that the encirclement by over a dozen people was resolved by this young man named Song Zhong in an instant.

Song Zhong approached the old man step by step. The old man trembled with fear.

“Song… Song Zhong, I am willing to become your follower. I am your most devout follower.” The wrinkles on the old man’s face layered upon each other, forming an ugly smile.

“Hehehe, don’t worry, before you go, I will let you have an extraordinary experience.”

The old man’s heart jolted, and a bad premonition surged within him. “Don’t…”

Suddenly, the old man found that his body couldn’t move. He struggled desperately, but his limbs simply wouldn’t obey him.

“What did you do to me?”

“Hehehe, you’ll know soon.”

Song Zhong walked up to the old man, and a sharp dagger appeared in his hand at some point.

“This is my first time, so please forgive me if I’m not skilled.”

As Song Zhong spoke, he sliced open the old man’s scalp. Then, with a gentle wave of his left hand, a pool of lava, like spring water, emerged from deep within the ground crack.

Under Song Zhong’s control, the lava poured into the wound on the old man’s scalp.

“Ah!”

Heart-wrenching screams echoed in Hell. The prisoners behind them got goosebumps. Some closed their eyes, some covered their ears.

A burnt, foul smell permeated the air.

“It’s too cruel. I want to go back to the Zhaijie Institute.”

“Don’t be silly, the Zhaijie Institute is already flooded.”

“It smells awful, I want to vomit.”

Only then did the prisoners realize that perhaps choosing to enter that passage was a mistake.

The old man did not die; he still had one breath left.

A faint smile appeared on Song Zhong’s face. “Now, you are my old acquaintance, Song Zhong. You should die without regrets, right?”

The old man’s eyeballs burst directly due to the high temperature, and he could no longer see this world.