Godslayer: My Forbidden Ruins Master

At the top of the last tower, the one-armed man trembled, his remaining arm gripping the railing tightly as if it were his only lifeline.

Rusty steel cracked under his fingernails, and the pain that pierced his fingertips became the only proof that he was still alive.

His gaze involuntarily swept downwards.

That was originally his territory, the "Valley of Villains" where he could do whatever he wanted, but now it has become a bloody battlefield.

Just minutes ago, this place was filled with arrogant thugs.

The "Butcher," once hailed for his indestructible body, now resembled a tomato crushed by a high-pressure machine. Red and white substances covered the walls, and even his once-proudly muscular physique had been reduced to a pulp that could not be pieced back together.

The "mutated giant wolf," renowned for its unparalleled speed and a source of endless headaches for the Night Watch, was now torn to pieces. Its massive head lay scattered in a corner of the ruins, its cloudy eyes still reflecting the shock and extreme fear of its final moments, its tongue drooping listlessly over its fanged mouth.

And then there was that invisible man who loved to play dirty tricks and was impossible to guard against; his corpse was hanging from a broken steel bar. Lu Xuan didn't even bother to find his true form, and directly pierced his chest with a single blow, leaving him in this hanging portrait the moment he reappeared.

As for that dwarf who can manipulate low temperatures and has a vicious personality...

The one-armed man didn't even dare to linger his gaze on the pool of melting ice shards.

Gone.

All gone.

These are all formidable figures who can roam freely in the fasting place!

In this place known as "Valley of Villains," each one is a nightmare enough to strike fear into the hearts of all. Any one of them, if released, would be a terrifying force capable of triggering a city-wide catastrophe.

But now, they are like a pile of unwanted garbage, scattered broken at Lu Xuan's feet.

The boy stood in the middle of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

Not a single drop of blood was on his body.

Dressed in white, pure as snow, spotless.

Lu Xuan slowly turned around and raised his head.

Even from a distance of tens of meters, the one-armed man saw those eyes.

calm.

Like a bottomless ancient well, there was no excitement after the killing, no ecstasy after the victory, and not even... any emotion of treating him as a "person".

That's the indifferent look humans have when they look at ants crawling at their feet.

This indifference is more devastating than a ferocious roar.

Fear overwhelmed the one-armed man's reason like a tidal wave, and the string called "self-esteem" snapped completely.

"No...don't kill me!!"

He let out a piercing scream, his voice sharp, distorted, and even cracked with extreme terror.

What about the dignity of the strong?

What is the arrogance of a tyrant in a fasting place?

What kind of dignity does a control freak have?

All of that was thrown to the back of my mind the moment the cold scythe of death was at my neck!

Even living like a dog is better than being a pile of minced meat!

"Pfft!"

There was a muffled sound.

The one-armed man's knees buckled, and he crashed heavily onto the cold metal platform of the tower. The enormous impact caused a sharp pain in his kneecaps, but he dared not stop. He frantically kowtowed to Lu Xuan below, as if pounding garlic.

The steel floor thudded loudly as it was hit, and soon his forehead was covered in blood and gore.

"I...I'm useful! My [Dark Prison Cage] is very useful!"

He kowtowed and shouted at the top of his lungs, his face covered in tears and snot.

"I can help you imprison those disobedient people! There are a lot of troublemakers in this fasting place, I can help you suppress them! I can be a watchdog! As long as you don't kill me, I'll bite whoever you tell me to bite! Please... please spare my life!!"

Lu Xuan stood in the center of the ruins, looking up at the humble figure on the tower.

The wind gently blew the hem of his clothes.

Lu Xuan's smile was devoid of warmth, even revealing a hint of listless boredom.

"Watchdog?"

He repeated the word softly, tilting his head slightly.

The boy's voice wasn't loud, but in the deathly silence of the battlefield, it clearly pierced everyone's ears, like an ice hammer striking their hearts.

Lu Xuan shook his head, his tone indifferent to the point of being almost cold:

"Sorry, I don't need a doorman."

He slowly raised his right hand, his long, slender fingers forming a knife shape, pointing towards the towering spire.

"Moreover, the breed of dog matters."

"You dog, you almost bit me to death just now."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Xuan gently swiped his finger downwards.

The movement was so casual, it was as if he were shooing away an annoying fly.

But suddenly, a chilling, sharp sound rang out in the air!

"Hey—!"

The void seemed to be forcibly torn apart by some extreme force at this moment.

A blade of air, whose shape was completely indistinct, instantly condensed into a physical form.

It was so fast that it exceeded the limits of visual perception, carrying a sharp will to sever everything in the world, like a hot knife cutting through butter, traversing tens of meters of empty space without any hindrance.

The sound of the wind was cut off in that instant.

Atop the tower, the heart-wrenching pleas for mercy and the sounds of heads banging together abruptly ceased.

The one-armed man remained kneeling and kowtowing, his body stiff as a statue.

He remained kneeling there.

However, his gaze had already frozen.

Those pupils, filled with fear and pleading, completely lost focus in that instant.

one second.

two seconds.

The lingering, terrifying aura in the air slowly dissipated.

Immediately afterwards, a very thin line of blood slowly emerged from the one-armed man's neck.

It was like a red thread that gently cut into his skin.

The bloodline rapidly expanded, turning into a gruesome gash.

The head, bearing an expression of terror, despair, and even a hint of lingering fawning, succumbed to the pull of gravity and slowly slid off the neck.

"Gululu..."

The head rolled on the steel platform, making a teeth-grinding thud.

Then, it tumbled down the steps.

Until that head rolled away completely.

"boom!"

The headless corpse, still kneeling, finally collapsed weakly to one side, and blood gushed out like a fountain from the clean cut, instantly staining the tower red.

Thus, the "annihilation siege" against Lu Xuan, which brought together several of the top experts from the Fasting Abode, was completely declared a failure.

No, this cannot be called bankruptcy.

This should be called... a one-sided massacre.

The entire battlefield fell into that suffocating silence once again.

This is a fear that is even deeper than before.

The thousands of prisoners around them, whether they were slightly notorious villains or opportunists who originally just wanted to watch the show, all stood frozen in place.

Their throats were dry, as if something was stuck in their throats, and they wanted to shout but couldn't make a sound.

Countless legs were trembling violently.

The way they looked at Lu Xuan was no longer that of a prisoner, no longer that of a person.

Instead, they were watching a real, walking god of death among humans.

Even those monsters who reigned supreme in the fasting place were chopped down like vegetables, so what are these people? Not even scallions, who are just side dishes?

Not far away, Cao Yuan, who had been on edge the whole time, finally let out a long sigh of relief.

His fingers, gripping the knife handle, had turned slightly white from excessive force.

Cao Yuan took a deep breath and slowly sheathed the black sword.

"Click."

The sound of the blade striking the hilt was crisp and pleasant.

Looking at Lu Xuan's slightly thin but upright figure, an indescribable surge of emotion welled up in his heart.

As his teammate, he always knew that Lu Xuan was very strong.

But he never expected that Lu Xuan would become so ridiculously strong in the past few years!

That composure, that absolute control over power, that effortless reaping of lives with every gesture... it's incredible!

This pure and extreme power left Cao Yuan with no thought of catching up, only a deep sense of awe and... peace of mind.

Yes, don't worry.

With a captain like that in front, it's as if even if the sky were to fall, this sword could still pierce a hole in it.

"This...this is way too outrageous!"

It wasn't until this moment that Baili Pangpang came to his senses. He suddenly grabbed his chin, forcefully pulled it back up, and with a "crack," put his dislocated chin back in place.

His small, already small eyes widened, his face contorted in a look of utter disbelief.

"Old Lu... no, Brother Xuan! Master Lu! That was too fierce! Those few moves, swish swish swish, I didn't even see them clearly, and they were all gone?!"

Baili Pangpang was so excited that he danced around, his fat jiggling wildly. The tension and fear he had felt earlier had long been washed away by this exhilarating crushing.

Lu Xuan casually patted off non-existent dust from his cuffs, as if he had just finished a thorough cleaning.

He turned his head, his gaze falling on Cao Yuan and Baili Pangpang. The cold, menacing aura on his face instantly vanished, replaced by a gentle, warm expression.

"All cleaned up."

"The rest of the small fry, you can reorganize them, right?"

Upon hearing this, the prisoners who had been hoping for a lucky break trembled violently. Many dropped their weapons, and some even knelt on the ground in fear.

Baili Pangpang thumped his chest loudly, his round face beaming with smug pride, as if he were a dog relying on its master's power.

"No problem! Absolutely no problem! Don't worry, Lao Lu, anyone who dares to disobey, I can bury them in money without Lao Cao even lifting a finger! If that doesn't work, then Lao Cao can chop them up!"

As he spoke, he gave a defiant glare to the group of prisoners huddled up like quails around him.

The situation seems to be completely under control.

The order of the fasting place will be completely rewritten by this man today.

however.

Just as Lu Xuan was preparing to lead everyone away from the ruins and head to the next area.

A terrifying wave, sending chills down everyone's spines, suddenly emanated from the horizon.

That wasn't an ordinary energy fluctuation.

It was an ancient, obscure, malicious, and divine pressure, as if a cold eye had opened in the heavens.

The wind stopped.

The air seemed to have solidified into cement.

……

Thousands of miles away, in an unknown place.

There is no sunlight here, no concept of time, only endless darkness and distorted void.

A colossal throne woven from jet-black thorns floated in this void.