Slaughter, or Commanding Slaughter

Li Weiyi's ears picked up subtle sounds. He heard three slow, light footsteps approaching from the graveyard, step by step. However, the enormous graves, seven or eight meters high, blocked their view of each other.

The three moved with extreme caution, their footsteps entirely different from their usual gait.

Because of this, Li Weiyi couldn't identify them by their footsteps alone. If he misjudged and failed to kill Chen Hong immediately, Chen Hong's rifle would pose a fatal threat to him.

The upcoming confrontation needed to be not only fast but also executed with the utmost care.

Xie Jin's position allowed him to see Chen Hong and the other two slowly moving through the graveyard on the right. His gaze involuntarily drifted in that direction. He sighed inwardly, thinking Li Weiyi was too cautious for not pursuing them.

If he had, he would surely be dead by Chen Hong's gun by now.

Chen Hong shook his head at Xie Jin and gestured for him to lure Li Weiyi over.

Xie Jin understood immediately and then feigned arrogance and haughtiness. "Li Weiyi, you're ruthless today, I admit defeat. But Dr. Cai is in my hands. Let's go. With a hostage, he won't dare do anything to us."

Xie Jin and the security team member holding the stun baton fled towards Chen Hong's group, thinking they could lure Li Weiyi into the line of fire.

Chen Hong gripped his rifle tightly.

He rested the butt against his shoulder, aiming forward.

Li Weiyi, of course, didn't fall for the trap. Instead, he seized this rare opportunity and charged up the seven or eight-meter-high grave at top speed. Suddenly, the five people behind the grave came into full view.

Hearing the noise, Chen Hong quickly turned his gun and looked towards the top of the grave.

The Yellow Dragon Sword had already been thrown.

The sword whistled through the air, emitting a piercing hum.

"Bang!"

The sword tip struck Chen Hong's chest.

It felt like being violently stabbed with an iron rod. Chen Hong's chest throbbed with pain, and he was thrown backward, nearly dropping his rifle.

Because he was wearing corpse-skin armor, the Yellow Dragon Sword couldn't pierce his chest, and his injuries weren't severe.

After throwing the sword, Li Weiyi leaped from the top of the grave onto a tombstone over three meters high, then jumped down, landing on Chen Hong's face.

Chen Hong quickly rolled to dodge.

Li Weiyi pursued, his palm like a horizontal blade, his sleeve wind sharp, slashing directly at Chen Hong's neck.

It was too fast. Chen Hong didn't have time to aim at Li Weiyi and could only raise his rifle to block.

"Bang!"

Li Weiyi's palm struck the rifle's barrel. The force was like a heavy hammer, driving the barrel back towards Chen Hong's neck, almost crushing his throat.

Chen Hong's throat burned with a coppery sweetness. His eyes widened. Just as he was about to counterattack...

A dry, hoarse scream escaped his lips first.

It turned out Li Weiyi had already twisted off the arm Chen Hong was holding the gun with, then threw him, his head hitting a tombstone with a "bang."

Slashing, grappling, twisting, throwing...

The entire sequence was fluid and seamless.

Li Weiyi grabbed the rifle and walked over with steady steps. Using the rifle butt, he smashed Chen Hong's knees, ensuring he could never stand up again.

"Clang, clang!"

Faint sounds like camel bells echoed from deep within the graveyard.

A bloody glint flashed in Li Weiyi's pupils. Ten thousand voices seemed to be urging and pushing him to smash Chen Hong into a pulp. The rifle butt hovered above Chen Hong's terrified eyes. He finally restrained himself; reason triumphed over emotion.

He needed to harness killing for self-preservation, not be consumed by killing to destroy himself.

Even if he had to kill, he would leave it to his senior brother.

Amidst Chen Hong's screams, the other four, terrified to their core, fled in all directions.

This college student was too brutal, his methods vicious, like a demon.

Li Weiyi directly opened fire.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The rifle, with its remaining three bullets, shot dead the slowest runner, the security team member with the stun baton.

Discarding the rifle, Li Weiyi didn't pursue the three who had already disappeared into the Nether Mist. The deck of the Bronze Ship was only so large; where could they escape?

As long as they didn't have guns, they posed no threat to him.

On the other hand, the situation here was far more complicated. If someone circled back to attack while Li Weiyi was in pursuit, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Li Weiyi emerged from behind the grave, one hand holding his bloody, gleaming sword, the other dragging Chen Hong's leg.

Seeing this, everyone on deck breathed a sigh of relief, their anxious hearts finally at ease. They all felt Li Weiyi was like a god descended, rendering all lesser threats insignificant.

The earlier gunshots had truly made them worry for Li Weiyi.

Xie Tianshu still lay in a pool of blood, being kicked again and again by Gao Huan, who had returned. He writhed on the ground in pain.

Xiao Lin seemed truly frightened, believing Li Weiyi was no longer human and was invincible. He sat by the ship's railing, not daring to move like a quail.

In the end, they were all just ordinary people.

When bullying others, they were fierce as beasts. But when death approached them, they became timid as mice.

"Let's vent later. Untie everyone first!"

Li Weiyi said this and walked towards Zhao Meng, wanting to check his senior brother's injuries.

Suddenly.

From the Nether Mist in the distance, the sound of a gun being cocked echoed.

Very faint, but it couldn't escape Li Weiyi's ears.

Without thinking, Li Weiyi instinctively ducked and rolled, then dodged towards the medical tent in the distance.

"Bang!"

The gunshot exploded like thunder.

If Li Weiyi hadn't reacted quickly enough, this shot would have left a blood hole the size of a bowl in his abdomen.

Little Lin, who was sitting on the ground, suffered an undeserved disaster. His head exploded, turning into a pool of blood and mud that splattered on the ship's hull.

Chaos erupted on deck with screams.

Gao Huan, who was untying the ropes for the scientific expedition members, was startled by the gunshot and crouched on the ground, not daring to move, looking towards the Nether Mist.

"Dada!"

A large number of footsteps approached from afar.

In the Nether Mist, the figures of the six people from Laboratory 705 gradually became clear.

Han Qin, a burly man nearly two meters tall, walked at the forefront, cocking his gun again and aiming at the medical tent. As long as Li Weiyi showed his head, he would shoot him dead.

The crowd slowly recovered from their terror.

A scientific expedition member asked in confusion, "Director Yang, what are you doing? It was Little Brother Li who saved us!"

Director Yang, wearing a Zhongshan suit, said calmly, "Why do you think he's so powerful? He can lift a gun weighing hundreds of pounds with ease. His speed is so fast, he doesn't seem human at all. He must have swallowed the Buddha's Sarira. It's the power of the Buddha's Sarira that has made his physical body transcend the mortal realm."

The scientific expedition members, with their hands tied, suddenly looked enlightened.

A middle-aged woman with glasses in Laboratory 705 said, "He's been deceiving everyone, saying the Buddha's Sarira isn't on him. Can such a person be trusted?"

Director Yang added, "Only by getting the Buddha's Sarira back can we possibly turn the Bronze Ship around and return to Earth. Don't you want to go back?"

Li Weiyi's voice came from behind the medical tent, "That's right, the Buddha's Sarira is in my hands, but it can't control the Bronze Ship at all. Director, aren't you just trying to swallow the Sarira yourself to gain extraordinary power? Let me tell you, my power doesn't come from it at all."

Director Yang didn't want to argue with Li Weiyi. "I'll count to three. If you hand over the Buddha's Sarira willingly, I guarantee on my honor that we'll pretend nothing happened and work together to survive in this strange, desolate world."

"If you insist on going your own way, you'll have to bear the consequences."

Qi Shanshan was a little worried that Li Weiyi was too young and would be tricked by Director Yang, so she smiled, "If he doesn't show up, Director probably can't do anything to him."

Director Yang glanced at Qi Shanshan, who was standing alone by the ship's railing not far away, and couldn't understand where this Doctor Qi got the guts to oppose them in such a dangerous situation.

Director Yang stared at Qi Shanshan and said coldly, "They are brothers, after all. If he doesn't show up, his senior brother is lying right there."

Han Qin aimed his gun at Zhao Meng, who was lying on the ground.

"One!"

"Two!"

Director Yang didn't give Li Weiyi much time to think and counted quickly, "Three..."

The moment he shouted "Three."

Qi Shanshan's eyes narrowed, and she decisively pulled off the cross pendant around her neck and threw it.

This was an immortal object taken from a human skeleton!

With a "ding," the cross pendant hit the ground at Han Qin's feet. Some kind of secret energy was activated within it, and the pendant emitted a dazzling white light, dispersing the surrounding Nether Mist.

Qi Shanshan was certain that given Li Weiyi's personality, after Director Yang counted to three, he would either make a move or surrender.

She absolutely wouldn't allow Li Weiyi to lose to the six people from Laboratory 705 like this, so she took the risk to help.

It was also because Qi Shanshan had just witnessed Li Weiyi's strength, not only his martial prowess but also his keen insight and judgment in seizing opportunities.

He would definitely seize this chance!

Just as Qi Shanshan had predicted, at the same moment Director Yang shouted "Three," Li Weiyi's voice rang out, "You just want the Buddha's Sarira? I'll give it to you."

Li Weiyi leaped onto the roof of the medical tent like a phantom, a scorching current surging into his arm.

Like throwing a flying knife, he flung the Dao Ancestor Taiji Fish, which whistled through the air and headed straight for Han Qin, thirty meters away.

Han Qin was about to fire when white light erupted from under his feet, blinding him. In this brief moment, the Dao Ancestor Taiji Fish struck his head.

Li Weiyi's strength was immense; even throwing a pebble could kill someone.

Han Qin's frontal skull shattered, his vision went black, and he fell backward, feeling heavy and lightheaded.

"Whoosh!"

Li Weiyi jumped down from the medical tent, his feet moving as fast as galloping horses, intending to reach them before the people from Laboratory 705 could pick up their guns again.

Except for the middle-aged woman with glasses, the other four were not young, but their reaction speed was extremely fast. One of them quickly picked up a shotgun.

Li Weiyi was still ten meters away at this time.

"Puchi!"

Li Weiyi had predicted this. The Yellow Dragon Sword flew from his hand, piercing the man's chest.

A scream and the sound of the shotgun falling to the ground again rang out simultaneously.

"I'll hold him off!"

Director Yang was calm. His old face grew somber as he raised his arm, revealing the Three-headed Snake Bracelet on his wrist.

The design was a metal snake with three heads, coiled around a blood-red jade-like bracelet.

Another Immortal Artifact!

Director Yang cut his wrist with a small knife.

As blood flowed out, it didn't drip to the ground but instead seeped into the blood-red jade-like bracelet. With a burst of bloody light from the bracelet, the metal snake actually "came alive."

Director Yang, however, began to shrivel as he lost a large amount of blood, appearing to have aged ten years in an instant.

"Does it really need this much blood?"

His previous attempt had only required a small amount of blood for the bracelet to react.

It was too late to regret it now.