Godslayer: My Forbidden Ruins Master

Dead silence.

A deathly silence, like that of an abyss, enveloped the steel corridor that had just witnessed a one-sided massacre.

The air was thick with a nauseating stench of blood, mixed with the smell of dust and gunpowder, which relentlessly assaulted the nostrils of every survivor, stimulating their already taut nerves.

Baili Pangpang and Cao Yuan stood there blankly, like two weathered stone statues, motionless.

Their eyes were fixed on the figure not far away who was slowly retracting his foot.

That figure was still wearing that incongruous blue and white striped hospital gown, and his figure even looked somewhat thin.

But beneath his feet lay the mangled remains of Barrett, a powerful figure from the Sea Realm, no longer recognizable as human.

Red and white, like an overturned palette, formed an abstract and terrifying picture on the cold floor.

"Gudong."

Baili Pangpang swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, making a sound that was exceptionally clear in the deathly silence.

His mind was completely blank at that moment.

what's the situation?

What just happened?

That…that’s a powerful expert from the Sea Realm! It’s Barrett! He’s the absolute strongest person at the very top of the pyramid in this fasting place, aside from those legendary old monsters!

After the Zhenxu Monument failed and everyone regained their power, Barrett became the walking emperor of this prison, a being that all prisoners had to look up to and fear!

Cao Yuan had just given it his all, even using his most powerful techniques, and what was the result? He was crippled by a single punch!

His proud "Free Space" was nothing but a fart in the face of Barrett's vast ocean energy; he couldn't even interfere with it!

This is the Sea Realm! A realm they can only look up to!

but……

But now?

This powerful Sea Realm expert, whom they looked up to and who was as strong as a god, was just... crushed in the head by Old Lu... like an ant being stepped on?

one move!

From beginning to end, there's only one move!

Grab it, press it down, smash it, and then... stomp on it!

The whole process was smooth and efficient, even... with a kind of chilling elegance and composure, as if doing something trivial!

Baili Pangpang felt that his worldview was being torn apart, crushed, and then carelessly thrown on the ground by an irresistible and tyrannical force, and stomped on seventy or eighty times!

He suddenly raised his hand and slapped his own fat cheek hard.

"Snapped!"

Crisp and loud.

A burning pain shot through me, incredibly real.

Not a dream!

None of this is a dream!

"Old...Old Cao..." Baili Pangpang's voice trembled like a leaf falling in the cold wind. He mechanically turned his head to look at Cao Yuan beside him, his eyes filled with extreme confusion and pleading. "You...you saw it too, right? I...I'm not seeing things, am I?"

Cao Yuan did not answer.

His condition wasn't much better than Baili Pangpang's.

He clutched his aching chest, leaning against the cold wall, his chest heaving violently.

But he couldn't feel any pain in his body at that moment, because his entire mind was completely captured by the incomprehensible scene before him!

As a former member of a special team, and as a mentally resolute warrior accustomed to life, death, and the bizarre, Cao Yuan believed that his psychological resilience far exceeded that of ordinary people.

He had always believed that he had a relatively clear understanding of Lu Xuan's strength.

He knew that Lu Xuan's physical body was abnormally strong, that his recovery ability was unbelievable, and that he possessed more than one kind of strange, unpredictable, and even unheard-of powerful forbidden energy.

However, he thought it was the power of the "Forbidden Ruins" and the strangeness of its abilities.

He never imagined...

Lu Xuan's pure physical strength, without using any fancy abilities, has actually reached this... godlike level!

That's not a technique!

Cao Yuan saw it all clearly: Lu Xuan did not use any fighting techniques, nor did he mobilize any obvious energy fluctuations from the forbidden realm.

That was simply pure... power! Speed! and reaction!

An absolute force that transcends the limits of human cognition, so tyrannical as to be unreasonable!

He even suspected that even a fully powered war mech would be reduced to a pile of scrap metal under Lu Xuan's series of outbursts!

Is this...is this even human?!

"A scholar should be viewed with new eyes after three days of separation."

Shit!

This isn't just being impressed! It's like the species has changed!

Cao Yuan felt that his understanding of the power system, which he had built up over the years, was completely shattered and turned to dust at this moment.

He recalled his and the fat man's "grand" rescue plan.

Sneak in secretly, act according to the situation, and then find a way to rescue Lu Xuan...

Looking back now, it's simply the most ridiculous and laughable joke in the world!

Two newbies, both at the Bronze rank, are ambitiously setting out to save a... max-level creator god hidden in the beginner village?!

This is not a rescue!

This is called adding a harmless bit of after-dinner entertainment to the boss's leisurely life!

Cao Yuan's lips twitched uncontrollably, aggravating the injury in his chest and causing him to cough up blood again.

"Tsk."

Just then, the figure that had become a demon god in their hearts let out a soft, slightly disdainful smacking sound.

Lu Xuan slowly lifted his foot and wiped the blood off the sole of his shoe on the unrecognizable corpse, the movement as natural as if he had stepped on something dirty.

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over the group of prisoners who were terrified and trembling, before finally settling on the dumbfounded Baili Pangpang and Cao Yuan.

Seeing their expressions as if they'd seen a ghost, Lu Xuan raised an eyebrow slightly, a look of obvious confusion on his face.

"Hey."

He spoke, his tone as indifferent as if he were asking about the weather today.

"What's with those expressions, you two?"

He pointed to the indescribable "thing" on the ground and casually said:

"Isn't it just a sea border? Is it that strong?"

"..."

"..."

Baili Pangpang and Cao Yuan were both petrified.

Is it...very strong?

Why do you say those words with such... self-righteousness? And with such... arrogance?

Baili Pangpang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't utter a single word.

He suddenly realized that this world was absolutely insane!

He suddenly realized that all his and Cao Yuan's previous worries, plans, and tragic sense of self-sacrifice were like a self-directed and self-acted, utterly foolish one-man show.

They don't need their help at all!

They live a more comfortable life in this prison, which is known as the most heavily guarded in China, than they do in a resort!

If you want to eat, the acting warden will personally arrange for sixteen dishes to be served to you!

Want some tea? Brew any of our finest teas you like!

He wanted to stretch his muscles, and a powerful expert from the Sea Realm eagerly delivered himself to his doorstep, offering to be his punching bag!

Is this fucking jail?!

This is like the emperor traveling incognito!

A tremendous, indescribable sense of absurdity and powerlessness instantly swept over Baili Pangpang's entire body.

Looking at Lu Xuan's face, which seemed to say "What's the big deal?", he suddenly burst into tears again.

This time, however, it wasn't because of excitement or lingering fear.

But it's grievance.

Pure grievance!

"Old Lu! You...you're not human!" The fat man cried, tears streaming down his face, pointing at Lu Xuan and accusing him bitterly, "You...you almost...almost ruined my innocence! You owe me! You owe me for my emotional distress!!"

Looking at this clown, Lu Xuan couldn't help but twitch his lips, and finally sighed helplessly.

It seems that these two guys' values ​​won't be repaired anytime soon.

Whatever.

His gaze slowly shifted back to the group of prisoners who were kneeling on the ground, not daring to lift their heads.

His eyes instantly turned cold.

The game is about to move on to the next stage.