Godslayer: My Forbidden Ruins Master

Lu Xuan's gaze, like two sharp blades tempered with ten thousand years of ice, slowly and inch by inch swept over the group of trembling prisoners.

The temperature in the corridor seemed to drop by more than ten degrees at that moment.

The air froze, time stood still, leaving only a tangible, soul-chilling sense of oppression that gripped everyone's hearts.

The extreme fear brought on by Barrett's death and Lu Xuan's inhuman power had completely destroyed the last shred of hope and arrogance in the hearts of these prisoners.

They had thought that the failure of the Zhenxu Stele was a clarion call for them to regain their freedom and revel in unrestrained revelry.

They were eager to turn the prison upside down and tear the night watchmen who had once guarded them to shreds.

But now, they realize with despair.

They had simply fallen from one large cage into another, smaller, more terrifying, and more hopeless cage... called "Lu Xuan".

This cage, without iron bars or electric fences, is ten thousand times more sturdy than the fasting place itself!

Because the guardian of this cage is a... demon god who can crush even a powerful expert of the Sea Realm with a flick of his wrist!

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

No words or commands are needed.

The remaining dozen or so of Barrett's men, along with the prisoners around them who were terrified by the bloody scene, seemed to have their spines removed. One after another, they collapsed to their knees, kneeling heavily on the floor stained with blood and bits of flesh.

They buried their heads deep into the cold ground, their bodies trembling like leaves, not daring to even breathe.

With this most humble and humiliating posture, they expressed their most primal and thorough submission to the excessively young demon king before them.

Lu Xuan stared silently at the kneeling figures before him, his face expressionless.

He felt neither the joy of a victor nor the triumph of a conqueror.

His eyes remained calm and indifferent.

It's as if all of this is just a matter of course.

It was as if kneeling was the only right choice for these lives, which he considered no different from ants.

He walked slowly, step by step, past the headless corpse. His leather shoes made a soft "tap, tap" sound on the sticky blood, like a death knell beating in everyone's heart.

He walked up to the group of kneeling prisoners and stopped.

Condescending.

Like a god, looking down upon the mortal beings who prostrate themselves at his feet.

"I'm not one to waste time talking nonsense."

Finally, he spoke.

The voice was soft, even flat, without any emotional fluctuations, yet it was like a cold wind from the deepest hell, clearly penetrating everyone's ears and freezing their souls.

"Just now, a boring riot disturbed my enjoyment of tea."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the area in the distance where fighting and shouting were still in full swing. His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, as if he were annoyed by the noise.

"So, I need some help to... clean this place up."

His voice paused, and a chilling glint flashed in his deep eyes.

"Now, I give you two choices."

The same words came out of his mouth again, but against this bloody backdrop, they carried ten times, a hundred times more weight than before!

"one."

He held up one finger, his voice completely calm.

"Kneel down and swear allegiance to me. From this moment on, you are no longer prisoners, but my knives, my dogs. Your lives are mine, and your power is mine. I will send you to kill, to slaughter all the rebellious, disobedient scum. Complete the mission, and perhaps... you will live."

His words were cruel and direct, without the slightest attempt at concealment.

He didn't even bother using words like "followers" or "subordinates," directly defining them as "knife" and "dog."

This is naked humiliation!

But no one dared to show any dissatisfaction.

Because they knew that Lu Xuan was about to reveal his second option.

The second option is obvious to them.

Lu Xuan slowly extended his second finger.

A cold, death-like smile curved the corners of his mouth.

"two."

“Stand up, now, die here, and become part of this pile of garbage.”

The words fell.

The entire corridor was deathly silent.

The prisoners kept their heads down, almost unable to breathe.

They felt as if they had been thrown into an abyss of despair.

They have no freedom, no dignity, and not even the choice of how to die.

Alternatively, one could become the butcher's knife in the hands of this demon king, slaughtering one's own "kin" and eking out a miserable existence.

Or, like Barrett, he would kill them on the spot in the most cruel and humiliating way, leaving not even a complete body.

This...this is so domineering! So cruel!

How utterly...despairing!

They had thought that the failure of the Zhenxu Stele was the dawn of their liberation from their shackles and a return to the light of day.

They had fantasized that, having regained their powers, they could break out of the prison, return to the outside world, and continue their lawless lives.

But who would have thought...

Who could have imagined that what awaited them was not the dawn of freedom at all!

Instead, it was a higher, colder, more indestructible, and even more suffocating mountain of despair!

A boy demon king who is ten thousand times more terrifying than the fasting place itself!

At this moment, these vicious, ruthless prisoners finally experienced an emotion they had never felt before, an emotion they had once most enjoyed inflicting on others—

despair!

Utter despair, a complete and utter lack of any glimmer of light...

Cao Yuan leaned against the wall, silently watching all of this.

His eyes were filled with an extremely complex expression.

Looking at Lu Xuan's domineering demeanor and the transformation of the prisoners from arrogance to fear and then to despair, a tidal wave of emotion surged within him.

Is this Lu Xuan?

Is this the partner he remembered as powerful, but also occasionally a bit eccentric and "unreliable"?

No.

The Lu Xuan before me was cold, domineering, and cruel, like a monarch who held the power of life and death. Every glance and every word he uttered carried an unquestionable iron will.

Cao Yuan suddenly felt a little lost.

He didn't know whether this version of Lu Xuan was good or bad.

All he knew was that he... might never have truly understood this man he considered a brother.

Baili Pangpang was completely dumbfounded.

He knelt on the ground, mouth agape, drool almost dripping from his mouth, staring blankly at Lu Xuan's back.

In his simple thought process, only one idea was swirling wildly:

"Awesome...that's fucking awesome..."