Chapter 92 - 82: You’re Using Supernatural Powers in a Martial Dao World?

Chapter 92: Chapter 82: You’re Using Supernatural Powers in a Martial Dao World?

But suddenly, a blast of cold wind from the broken main doors interrupted the bizarre prayer meeting.

On the stage, the curly-haired middle-aged man froze.

He slowly turned, his gaze falling upon the eight figures at the entrance. A mocking sneer touched his lips as he roared, "Look! These filthy blasphemers!"

He jabbed a finger toward the main doors.

Everyone turned to stare at Wan Ze and his seven companions. The devotion in over fifty pairs of eyes gradually twisted into a rabid fury, filled with resentment, as if the newcomers’ very presence had defiled their inner purity.

"Kill them!"

Facing this scene, Liu Zhengming didn’t hesitate for a second, calmly issuing the order.

As the commander, he knew exactly what kind of group this was.

There was only one way... to meet killing with killing!

"BANG!"

After the first gunshot, a storm of gunfire erupted.

But to everyone’s surprise, the people kneeling on the floor were unfazed even as they saw their companions die. With crazed expressions, they spread their arms and charged forward.

Bullets mercilessly reaped the lives of these fanatics.

In just a few dozen seconds, the hall was littered with corpses.

On the stage, the curly-haired middle-aged man who had hidden behind an iron pillar was still alive. He strolled out, a faint smile still on his face. Cradling the black-covered book, he held it high and proclaimed, "The God of the World says that all beauty in this world comes from His generous blessings. And you, god-defiling sinners with hands soaked in blood, why do you not kneel at once and repent your sins to the supreme God of the World?"

The moment his voice fell, his free left hand formed a mysterious and bizarre Hand Seal.

A strange fragrance spread without warning.

Wan Ze leaped back and immediately shouted, "Something’s wrong with this smell!"

Zhai Jia’s and Liu Zhengming’s reactions were just as swift. Almost at the same time as Wan Ze’s warning, they held their breath and pushed off their feet to retreat quickly.

They didn’t forget to open fire, either.

But the curly-haired man had once again ducked behind the iron pillar.

At that instant, the incandescent lights on the ceiling flickered twice without warning, accompanied by the sound of crackling electricity.

Then, the lights abruptly shifted to a ghastly, eerie bluish-green.

The light in the entire hall instantly became bizarre and indescribable, casting strange shadows on the corpses and bloodstains.

Wan Ze had intended to smash through the main doors behind him and rush out, but the heavy iron doors RUMBLED shut right before his eyes!

Immediately after, a harsh "CLICK, CLACK" sound echoed from all directions.

Wan Ze spun around, his expression changing drastically.

The corpses, which had been unmistakably dead just moments before, were now bizarrely rising from the floor, swaying on their feet like zombies.

Their grayish-white robes, soaked in blood, clung to their bodies.

Pairs of lifeless eyes stared blankly in their direction.

’This is very wrong!’

"CRACK!"

A bolt of blue lightning flashed outside the glass window, followed by a clap of thunder.

The dim hall was lit up as bright as day for an instant. Behind the reanimated corpses, the curly-haired man who had been holding the book had transformed into a giant over three meters tall. An oppressive aura radiated from him. His face was a blur in the brilliant light, and he held the black book like a god descending upon the mortal world, exuding a sacred aura that made one want to prostrate in worship.

"Get out! Get out now!"

Zhai Jia shouted, his voice uncharacteristically urgent.

Trusting him completely, Liu Zhengming rushed toward the main doors without a moment’s hesitation.

But everyone’s vision blurred.

The scene distorted violently, making them dizzy and disoriented.

The faint sound of giggling came from behind them, sometimes near, sometimes far.

Wan Ze suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder, as if a hand had grabbed him, but when he looked back, there was nothing there.

"Go!"

A muffled voice came from beside him. Wan Ze felt as if his feet were being held by some force, and he couldn’t struggle free.

’An invasion from a bizarre world?’

’Extraordinary Power?’

’No!’

The strange fragrance he had smelled earlier flashed through Wan Ze’s mind.

He abruptly halted.

’Calm down!’

’I have a way to break this!’

He forced himself to calm down. Suddenly remembering something, he roared in his mind, "Overawe!"

Taming the Tiger Vajra Skill Effect: Overawing Hundred Evils!

"BOOM!"

It was as if a volcano had awakened inside him. A torrent of vast, searing energy and blood surged at an unprecedented speed, letting out a deafening roar.

An aura of pure, unyielding masculine energy erupted from his body.

The bizarre, overlapping illusions before his eyes began to tremble violently!

The dizzying sensation of having his vision obscured shattered in an instant!

The illusion faded, and reality returned.

When Wan Ze’s vision cleared...

Inside the hall, the lights were unchanged. There was no eerie green glow.

The corpses still lay silently in pools of blood, in the exact same positions as when they had been shot. There was no sign of them having "reanimated."

Outside the window, the night was dark and heavy, with no trace of lightning or thunder.

So all of it... had just been an illusion!

And the culprit, the curly-haired middle-aged man, was now squatting with his back to them in an inconspicuous corner behind the wooden stage. He had put on a gas mask at some point and was frantically stuffing gold bars from a safe into a canvas bag, one after another, his movements rushed.

’Almost there... just a little longer... grab the last one and I’m gone...’

But suddenly, his hand was seized. The person’s grip was so strong it felt like his bones were about to be crushed.

The curly-haired man froze, turning his head with a look of utter disbelief. He never would have imagined that under these circumstances, this unknown young man could ignore the hallucinogenic incense without a gas mask.

’How is this possible!’

His heart sank.

Without a second thought, he flicked his wrist, and a dagger slid out from his sleeve. He slashed it toward Wan Ze’s wrist.

But he never expected Wan Ze to be faster. As if anticipating the move, Wan Ze’s arm stuck close, evading the slash, and in the next instant, his iron fist came crashing down.

"BAM!"

The curly-haired man felt as if he’d been hit by a locomotive. His eyes rolled back in his head as he was sent flying.

Wan Ze quickly rummaged through the safe, found the remaining gas masks, and hurried back.

"Put these on! Go straight for five meters and you’ll be outside!"

"Put them on..."

He roared.

Zhai Jia and Liu Zhengming were still somewhat lucid, but the men Liu Zhengming had brought with him were frantically fighting the empty air as if they’d gone mad.

At first, they retained some reason, not daring to fire their guns for fear of hitting their own comrades.

But the longer it went on, the more their reason faded.

"BANG!"

"RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!"

Gunfire erupted!

Wan Ze dodged aside, found an opening, and threw the two closest men out of the way.

Xiaoqi, who had fought him before, was still firing his gun wildly. His two teammates beside him were both hit. The pain jolted them back to their senses slightly. Luckily, Xiaoqi’s gun was out of bullets, or the two would have had their heads blown off.

But Xiaoqi reloaded with practiced ease. With bloodshot eyes, he was clearly seeing his two teammates as zombies trying to kill him.

"CLICK!"

The magazine was in.

He raised his gun... about to pull the trigger.

At the critical moment, Wan Ze appeared in a flash, arching his spine and lunging forward. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed Xiaoqi’s wrist and disarmed him.

He rammed his right shoulder forward.

With a THUD, Xiaoqi was also sent flying out the main doors.

After all that, Wan Ze turned and grabbed the curly-haired man, who was struggling to crawl through the corpses.

The man hadn’t given up. He had grabbed a shard of broken glass from somewhere and tried to stab Wan Ze with it.

Wan Ze didn’t even bat an eye.

"CRACK!"

He kicked out and broke the man’s arm.

"AHH!"

A muffled scream of agony came from behind the gas mask. The curly-haired man nearly fainted from the pain. His survival instinct kicked in, and he immediately begged for mercy, "Sir! Let me go! You can have all my money!"

"Let you go? Would your god agree to that?" Wan Ze asked, his face devoid of expression.

"He would definitely agree..."

But before the man could finish, Wan Ze cut him off. "But I don’t!"