Laugh!

Lin Dongqi, laugh again.

Once I curse-kill those seven fools from afar, let’s see how you laugh then.

Damn it!

What the hell is wrong with the Tuyue Warriors.

"Reporting to the Divine Elder, the Evil Suppression Lock will activate in three seconds."

In the midst of chaos, Mr. Zhen’e was protected layer upon layer by guards.

Yet even so, he was scared out of his wits.

Just ten meters in front of him, a Tuyue Warrior went mad, and luckily, there were many martial artists guarding him, avoiding the Tuyue Warrior from charging in.

But Zi’e wasn’t so lucky.

He was slashed by a Tuyue Warrior, his belly nearly gutted.

But Zi’e was still not quite dead.

"Master, save, save me!"

Zi’e lay weakly on the ground, pleading for help.

Mr. Zhen’e must save him.

At this moment, Mr. Zhen’e had no time to save anyone; he had to complete the task given by the Divine Elder first.

Zi’e wasn’t dying just yet.

But even if death were imminent, Mr. Zhen’e wouldn’t have the time to save him.

A son is important.

But one’s own life is even more important.

Buzz buzz buzz!

Buzz buzz buzz!

Buzz buzz buzz!

The light of the Evil Suppression Lock grew stronger, and even a human martial artist attempted a sneak attack.

But he was hacked to death by the guards in a chaotic flurry.

No one could possibly destroy Mr. Zhen’e’s Evil Suppression Lock; it was a matter of face for the Divine Elder.

...

"Everyone, hold on, everything will be fine."

In the human camp, the sigils on the Seven Grandmasters emitted a dim, eerie glow.

Probably because the curse of the Evil Suppression Lock was taking effect, the sigils on the Grandmasters seemed to come alive, like scarlet snakes slithering across their skin.

The Grandmasters screamed in agonizing pain.

Yet the Zhao Qi Corps stood helpless; many medical staff arrived, but had no means to dispel the curse.

Many cried out in frustration.

One doctor even slapped himself hard.

Useless, that’s what he felt.

Why am I so useless?

The Grandmasters suffered immensely, clearly rescued, yet their lives were still being cruelly taken.

The key was they were being slaughtered helplessly, right before their eyes.

Aging Grandmasters gripped the doctor’s hand, unable to vibrate their vocal cords, but the movements of their lips indicated they were comforting the doctor: It’s okay.

Nearby martial artists burst into tears!

This scene was true powerlessness, true helplessness.

Buzz buzz buzz!

Buzz buzz buzz!

Finally, the power of the curse reached its peak.

The seven Grandmasters began to tremble, spitting blood, clear signs of impending death.

The crimson glow surrounding them became even more sinister.

...

"Divine Elder, the curse of the Evil Suppression Lock is complete, those seven beasts are now corpses, look at their bodies, rotting!" 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Mr. Zhen’e shouted.

Task successfully accomplished.

The task was done, no need to worry about punishment from the Divine Elder.

Only then did Mr. Zhen’e quickly help his son up.

Heartache.

He was cut to such a state, quickly he gave Zi’e a pill.

"Disciple, our task is done, your injury actually brings merit, the Divine Elder Council will reward you!"

Mr. Zhen’e hurriedly reassured him.

"Master, I... it hurts..."

Zi’e was in such pain he nearly fainted.

Who cares about rewards when one’s life is at stake.

The bleeding from Zi’e’s wounds couldn’t stop.

"Where’s the Pardon Order I gave you? The pill in your hand can help activate Qi Blood, then use that Qi Blood to coagulate blood."

"Fool!"

Mr. Zhen’e sighed.

As brilliant and smart as he is, how did he end up with such a foolish son.

With resources in hand, yet none of them are used.

Deserved to die, really.

"Ah!"

Zi’e’s pupils shone.

Damn it.

The situation was urgent, I actually forgot the Pardon Order; this pill indeed is incredibly useful.

Zi’e cursed himself as a pig-brain.

Enduring the extreme pain, Zi’e painstakingly took out the Pardon Order from the Beast Selection Pocket.

Huh?

Why isn’t it working?

Zi’e squeezed it in his hand, trying to use Qi Blood to activate the Pardon Order’s special effects.

But it was of no use.

"Master, the Pardon Order isn’t working!"

Zi’e yelled in agony.

I absolutely must not die.

"Wait, what pill do you have in your hand?"

Mr. Zhen’e asked with a stiff face.

"The Pardon Order, the one you gave me!"

Zi’e replied.

"You took the wrong one; this pill isn’t the Pardon Order."

Mr. Zhen’e wanted to smack this foolish son to death.

You’re supposed to be a martial artist; how can you be this dumb.

"Disciple doesn’t like cultivating, so there’s never any pills in the pocket. The Pardon Order was the only one, couldn’t have taken the wrong one."

Zi’e shook his head, face still weak, saying.

You overthink things.

With such a powerful father, why cultivate at all.

Though father refuses to acknowledge me, doesn’t stop me from relying on him.

"Are you sure? Think again, and search your pockets once more."

Mr. Zhen’e’s face began to darken.

Must be joking!

Son must be joking with me, he’s being playful.

He must be playful.

The Pardon Order wouldn’t be lost, couldn’t be lost.

"Disciple never carries pills, the Pardon Order is truly the only one."

Seeing Mr. Zhen’e’s unpleasant expression, Zi’e quickly searched his pockets again.

Indeed.

Only that one pill.

Zi’e treasured it, how could he possibly be wrong.

"Damn it, what exactly happened!"

Thump thump!

Thump thump!

Mr. Zhen’e’s heart raced wildly.

He quickly turned his head, looking at the enemy camp where the Seven Grandmasters were being curse-killed.

Somehow, Mr. Zhen’e had a foreboding feeling.

"Master, why isn’t the Pardon Order taking effect?"