After leaving the world of all NPCs

Every protective wall strong enough to crush a chariot crumbled before that hand.

Bang bang bang!

Broken magic fragments flew in the air, reflecting the gradually distorted face of Juumonji Kusato.

His right hand precisely grasped the sturdy neck of Jumonji Kazuto.

At the same time, the knee hits the opponent's abdomen hard.

"cough!"

Jumonji Katsuto groaned, his left hand shot out, grabbed Ye Zuochen's wrist, and his right hand chopped at the opponent's elbow joint like a knife, while raising his leg to sweep across his lower body.

Ye Zuochen didn't even look at him, he just sank down, used the force of the other party pulling him to turn around and threw him heavily to the ground.

He knocked down one knee and pressed down on his chest.

The right hand was always locked on the throat, and the fingers slowly tightened.

Click, click, click!

The teeth-grinding sound of bones breaking was particularly clear in the silent temple.

The cervical vertebrae of the Jumonji katsuren were deformed and broken one by one.

His pupils began to dilate, and blood foam mixed with internal organ fragments flowed from the corners of his mouth.

The bloodshot eyes gradually lost focus.

Another one died.

Everyone present watched this scene in silence.

The long war made them accustomed to death.

just.

Jiudao Lie slowly stepped forward, his eyes full of determination: "Magic King! You are not a hero who saves the world, nor are you a king who ends suffering. You are the enemy of all mankind!"

"You can use this power to kill one person today, and destroy a city tomorrow."

"The world is bewitched by your mental magic, but magicians like me can resist your mental manipulation. I must save the people of this world from your domination."

"Depending on you?" Ye Zuochen asked casually.

"And us!"

Magicians walked out from the corners of the temple one after another. They were fully armed at this time. Not only them, but also countless magical military equipment appeared.

Ye Zuochen said calmly: "You will only die here."

Jiudao Lie's eyes were like torches: "When we die, this world will wake up, and they will see through your true face!"

Ye Zuochen looked at the group speechlessly and said bluntly, "You don't have to act so righteous. The fundamental reason is that you don't want me to destroy magic and cause the collapse of the order you worked so hard to establish. Being treated as an alien is even more unacceptable than being used as a weapon."

"That's just your speculation." Jiudao Lie was not moved by Ye Zuochen's words.

Ye Zuochen suddenly smiled.

At that moment, it seemed as if a spring breeze was blowing through the solemn temple.

The smile has a heart-throbbing clarity, the slightly curved corners of the eyes are as gentle as a crescent moon, and the smile on the lips is like the first sun melting snow.

Even the most stubborn Jiudao Rei couldn't help but hold his breath.

What an innocent smile.

It reminds me of white lotus on snow-capped mountains.

"I forgive you all for your disrespect today."

"You just value the status you earned with blood and tears too much. That's reasonable."

The golden light flowing from the ends of her hair made everyone present dazed for a moment.

"Offer the miko to me as a maid, and I will forgive your disrespect."

These words were spoken so naturally that they sounded like the most merciful gift to the people above.

"What a joke!"

The magicians' anger erupted like a volcano, and the entire temple was instantly swept by violent magical fluctuations.

"How could there be such a wicked person in the world, slaughtering us wantonly and demanding that we sacrifice our outstanding women!"

Jiudao Lie was furious and smashed the ground with the crutch in his hand. The bluestone slabs immediately cracked into spider-web-like cracks. His wrinkled face turned red, and his cloudy eyes were burning with rage.

"What do you think we are?!"

"Magic King, the people of the world will eventually see your true colors. Your rampant behavior won't last long!"

The burly male magician roared, veins bulging on his muscular arms. He angrily ripped open the front of his robe, revealing the dense scars on his chest.

That is the mark left by countless magical experiments.

The magical military equipment made a sharp buzzing sound, and the muzzles of the guns lit up with dangerous red lights.

Amid the roar of the machinery, one could faintly hear the grinding of the magicians' teeth.

Jiudao Lie's face was terribly gloomy. "Ye Zuochen, you are blaspheming everything we defend with our lives."

The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, and the lightning produced by the collision of the thoughts formed a web above the temple.

Every glance was like a poisoned arrow.

Every breath was filled with suppressed murderous intent.

"We would rather die in battle than let you succeed!" The crowd roared in unison, causing dust to fall from the temple's beams and pillars.

Ye Zuochen's smile gradually faded, replaced by a kind of calmness that seemed like compassion.

"What a pity..."

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared.

boom! ! !

The air exploded, and before Gangyi could even react, his chest collapsed, and the sound of his ribs crushing could be clearly heard.

His eyes widened, blood spurted from his mouth, and his body crashed through the temple wall like a kite with a broken string. He died before he hit the ground.

"Ichijo-senpai!" Shibata Ryo roared, and the starting ceremony began under his feet.

call!

Ye Zuochen's figure was approaching like a ghost.

"too slow."

Snapped!

He lightly pressed his palm on Shibata's forehead, and the next second, his head exploded like a watermelon, and red and white objects splashed several meters away.

The headless corpse shook and fell to the ground with a bang.

Shippo Takumi rushed over with a roar, his whole body covered with indestructible armor, and his fists tore through the air.

Ye Zuochen did not dodge or evade, and also met the attack with a punch.

Click!

Shippo Takumi's fists, arms, shoulders, and even half of his body shattered into pieces the moment they came into contact, and his flesh, blood, and bones turned into dust.

He looked at the missing half of his body in disbelief.

Before he could scream, Ye Zuochen's fingertips had already touched his forehead.

boom!

The head exploded and blood mist filled the air.

Jiu Guizhen roared and launched a forbidden technique. The magic circle covered the entire temple, and countless cursed blades pierced out from the void.

Ye Zuochen didn't even look at it, he just activated the spell power and stepped lightly.

Boom! ! !

The ground collapsed, the magic crumbled inch by inch, Jiuguizhen's legs were shattered into a pulp, and he fell down with a scream.

Before he landed on the ground, Ye Zuochen appeared above him and stepped on him.

puff!

The chest cavity was shattered and internal organs were splattered.

The rest of the magicians attacked frantically, countless magic spells intertwined into a torrent of destruction, all kinds of missiles and rays poured out, but they couldn't even touch the corner of Ye Zuochen's clothes.

His figure flashed in the crowd, and every time he attacked, a body fell.

Snapped!

A magician's head was smashed to pieces.

laugh!

Another person's heart was pierced by a fingertip.

boom!

The third man's body was pierced by a punch, and blood rained down.

In less than a minute, corpses were scattered all over the temple, and blood gathered into streams, flowing slowly along the cracks in the rocks.

In the end, only Nanakusa Hiroichi was left standing there, his face pale and his whole body trembling.

Ye Zuochen walked slowly up to him, patted his shoulder, and said gently: "Your daughter is Xiangzi's classmate. I will spare your life. Go and tell others that I forgive this country for its disrespect, but they still have to hand over enough witches, and your three daughters are among them."

Nanakusa Hiroichi looked at the dead magicians on the ground. In just a moment, the elders, family heads, and guardians of the ten master clans were all killed. The only ones left in the entire temple were him and...

He looked at the women standing in the corridor opposite.

Nanakusa Hirokazu simply asked woodenly, "What will be the punishment for being disrespectful to you?"

Ye Zuochen glanced at him and said, "I don't care what others say. As for you, I don't mind sinking this island nation. This is your last chance."

Nanakusa Hiroichi quickly knelt down and said, "These people were disrespectful to you. It is an honor for them to be punished by the king himself. Although they acted willfully, we also have the responsibility for not keeping a close watch on them. We are willing to offer all the miko!"

Holy Separator, activate!

Ye Zuochen waved his hand, "I don't need that many. Just give me a list and I'll pick it out."

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty. We will obey your orders and will never disobey you again."

Nanakusa Hiroichi was trembling all over, his forehead pressed firmly against the cold ground. Blood soaked through his robes, sticking sticky to his skin.

His breathing was rapid and weak, as if even breathing would be disrespectful to the king.

Ye Zuochen did not respond, but just flew into the air.

Nanakusa Hiroichi still didn't dare to look up, or even move.

All he could see was his trembling hands and the blood spreading to his fingertips.

That was the blood of former colleagues, comrades-in-arms, and even commanders.

The glory of the Ten Master Clans, the pride of the magical world, was crushed into dust in just one minute.

……

NPC world.

A light mist rose from the huge Roman baths.

The pool wall made of marble has a warm luster.

The water surface is like a mirror, reflecting the exquisite murals on the dome. Occasionally, tiny ripples appear, which are smoothed out by the warm spring water.

Ye Zuochen sat in a corner of the pool with his feet immersed in the water and a velvet blanket floating on the water beneath him.

With one hand supporting his chin, his black hair slightly wet, his eyes casually cast on the water, as if he was in a daze, or as if he was thinking about something profound.

Just then, light footsteps were heard from the entrance of the bathhouse.

Shoko Toyokawa walked in slowly, wearing a dark blue one-piece swimsuit. The close-fitting cut outlined the girl's graceful curves.

Her slender waist, long legs, and slightly raised chest line all highlight her unique charm that lies between youth and maturity.

The swimsuit's shoulder straps were tied into delicate bows, swaying gently with her movements, as if they would come loose at any moment, yet always firmly tied.