Wenren Sheng was truly angry.
He rarely got angry, because the vast majority of things were within his expectations.
In fact, he had anticipated this incident long ago.
The reason he had established long-term Otherworldly Connections with everyone was to deal with situations like this.
Looking at the many urns before him, looking at the lifelike swordfish on the urns, he said nothing more. He took a case from his waist.
Inside the opened case was a translucent dagger.
This was a portable simplified version of the Physics Holy Sword.
Wenren Sheng closed his eyes slightly and shifted his will and spirit into the state of his previous life. In his heart, he silently recited, I'm an ordinary person, still just a big useless slob... Then he gripped the dagger in his right hand, tossed aside the case, and slowly stabbed toward the swordfish on one of the urns.
The swordfish was still laughing uproariously. "Is this your anger? Hahaha, this is killing me! The swordfish is merely my puppet body, and there's even the God-Given Wall between us. This one on the urn is just an illusion. Even if you stabbed it hundreds of times, what could you possibly do to my true body?"
Fortunately, Wenren Sheng stabbed very slowly, giving it time to say so much.
But when the Physics Dagger pierced the swordfish's nimble, swaying tail, it suddenly froze—then, like glass struck by a heavy blow, it cracked apart inch by inch.
Then it let out an extremely terrified cry. "Impossible! You're clearly the strongest Otherworldly User—how can you still use a forbidden object that only ordinary people can use? Why can this weapon, which should not exist, harm my true body? Harm my Otherworldly Connection?"
"My Otherworldly Connection, my Otherworldly Connection?"
"It cracked!"
With that final