Godslayer: My Forbidden Ruins Master

Before Xie Yu and the other prison guards, in their horrified gazes, they witnessed a terrifying scene they would never forget, a scene that would shatter their worldview:

The bullets that had just been ejected from the gun barrel and were flying at high speed in the air suddenly had their trajectories distorted!

They seemed to be pulled by countless invisible lines, drawing bizarre zigzag lines in mid-air that defied inertia and ballistics!

Lu Xuan's figure, like a reflection in water tossed with a pebble, instantly became blurred and rippled, and then... vanished from the spot!

Do not!

Not disappearing!

It's a spatial misalignment!

Replacing Lu Xuan's original position was—a prison guard who had just pulled the trigger and whose face still showed a crazy killing intent!

The prison guard's expression froze instantly, turning into utter bewilderment and terror!

He had no idea what was happening!

One second I was aiming at that monster and firing, and the next second I inexplicably found myself in the center of the office, right where that monster had just been standing!

And around him...

It was one of the other prison guards!

The muzzles of their guns were spitting deadly flames!

And the bullet's target... became... himself, who had suddenly appeared in the center!

puff!

puff!

puff!

puff!

The muffled sound of flesh being torn apart by a high-speed spinning warhead, like a dense drumbeat, suddenly exploded in the deathly silent office!

"what--!"

"Do not!!"

"Old Wang! You son of a bitch..."

The screams of terror and despair, the roars of disbelief, and the muffled thuds of bullets piercing flesh instantly intertwined into a symphony of hell!

The prison guard who was transferred to the center of the firepower trembled violently as if he had been electrocuted!

Countless flowers of blood burst open on his body at the same time!

The specially designed armor-piercing bullet easily tore through his bulletproof vest, ripping apart his muscles, bones, and internal organs!

He was like a rag doll that had been smashed to pieces in an instant, with more than a dozen hideous bloody holes bursting open on his body, and blood mixed with broken tissue gushing out wildly!

The prison guards around him, too, witnessed an even more horrifying sight in their horror—the very bullet they had just fired.

After a bizarre "turn," it shot towards... its own companion!

puff!

puff!

puff!

"Ugh—!"

"Damn it! My leg!!"

"Old Zhao! You..."

The screams stopped abruptly.

Among the prison guards hit by bullets fired by their own men, some had their arms broken, some had their abdomens pierced, and some had half of their shoulders shattered by heavy bullets fired by their comrades at Lu Xuan's position!

Blood splattered like a fountain, staining the cold floor, walls, and even the ceiling lights!

The entire office instantly transformed into a bloody slaughterhouse!

The pungent, nauseating smell of blood mixed with the acrid smell of gunpowder permeated the air as if it were a tangible substance.

The gunfire stopped.

All that remained were the suppressed groans of the wounded and the gasps of the dying.

In just one breath.

Seven or eight well-trained, fully armed elite prison guards.

The two died on the spot, their bodies lying on the ground, and blood flowing like a river.

Five people were seriously injured, with severed limbs and remains, lying in pools of blood struggling in pain, their eyes filled with extreme fear and bewilderment at the bizarre scene they had just witnessed, as if they had been living through a nightmare from which they could not wake up.

And Lu Xuan...

He reappeared calmly, like a ghost, in the only clean spot in the office—behind Xie Yu's enormous desk, a symbol of the highest power in the prison.

The large, comfortable black leather executive chair was silently turned around.

Lu Xuan sat down casually, as if he had just found a place to rest after a long walk.

He didn't even glance at the hellish scene not far below his feet, nor did he seem to smell the strong, pungent stench of blood.

He was still holding that cup of coffee.

Not a single drop of liquid spilled from the cup due to the violent spatial fluctuations.

He lowered his head slightly, blew gently on the rim of the cup again, and then slowly took a sip.

"Tsk, it's still a bit undercooked."

He frowned slightly, seemingly a little dissatisfied with the taste of the coffee, but then relaxed, as if this minor flaw was insignificant.

The silver spoon stirred slowly in the cup, making a soft, rhythmic sound.

Tick…tick…tick…

The slight stirring sound, in the deathly silent office filled only with painful groans and the pervasive smell of blood, was like a heavy hammer striking Xie Yu's heart!

Xie Yu stood frozen in place, less than three meters away from his desk.

The color drained from his face, his lips trembled uncontrollably, and large beads of cold sweat streamed down his forehead and temples, instantly soaking the collar of his crisp uniform.

He felt his legs going weak, his back going cold, and his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his throat!

fear!

An uncontrollable, deep-seated fear!

What was that just now?!

Spatial displacement? Spatial cutting? Or... manipulating the rules?!

Where is the town-suppressing stele?!

What about the foundational rules that supposedly suppress all forbidden realms and restore mortals to their former state?!

Why am I like a useless piece of scrap metal in front of this monster in a hospital gown?!

His proud position as acting warden and the meticulously arranged security forces were as fragile as a paper castle in the face of this absolute power!

"Tick tock..."

A bead of cold sweat slid down Xie Yu's jawline and landed on the cold marble floor. The sound was barely audible, yet it exploded in his ears like a thunderclap.

He jolted awake and forcefully suppressed his almost collapsing will!

Don't panic!

He is Xie Yu!

It is the most deeply buried and most successful hidden move by the Church of the Ancient Gods!

He is the one who will personally ignite the fuse that will destroy the fasting place!

He still has a trump card!

He also has... the prestigious reputation of a master!

"Lu Xuan!"

Xie Yu's voice was hoarse and dry, with a trembling sound of bravado masking his inner weakness. He straightened his back abruptly, trying to regain a semblance of the warden's authority, his gaze fixed on the young man sitting in his seat, stirring his coffee.

"Do you know what you're doing?!"

He roared, trying to mask his inner panic with his loud voice, "This is the Chinese Fasting Center!"

This is the Night's Watch's highest-level forbidden area! It's a fortress personally guarded by Master Chen, one of humanity's greatest masters!

"You have committed a public act of violence here! You have murdered a prison guard! You have trespassed into forbidden territory! This is a provocation against the entire Night Watch order! This is an unparalleled desecration and declaration of war against the Master!"

"You have committed an unforgivable crime punishable by death! A heinous crime that would warrant the Master's personal execution!"

He spoke faster and faster, as if he had found courage and reliance in himself. His voice rose several decibels, carrying a twisted sense of justice and threat:

"Now! Immediately! Put down the cup! Surrender!"

Perhaps... perhaps I could plead for you out of respect for Dr. Li! Otherwise..."

Xie Yu took a deep breath, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes, his voice like a poisoned ice pick:

"Otherwise! Even if I die here today! Master will surely sense the strangeness of this place!"

Your actions will earn you a place on the wanted list of all the Night Watchers of China! You will never be able to rise again! You and everyone you care about will pay the ultimate price!