Hahaha

"You devil!"

"Evil black goat, dragon spitting lightning, Satan of hell! Terrifying monster!"

"Even if we can't kill you today, sooner or later, a warrior from the Lord will send you back to hell! A monster like you will be feared by everyone sooner or later, everyone will abandon you, and everyone will take up arms against you!!"

Whether it was a death rattle or a genuine glimpse into the humanity missing from Lan Yi's indifferent eyes, Dean, writhing on the ground like a maggot, howled in defiance.

This howl from a defeated foe was truly ugly.

Just like an ignorant clown hypnotizing himself, believing his actions were meaningful, Lan Yi had seen too many enemies die by his hand in this manner.

After all, power was easily obtained.

It was that unwavering composure, that steadfast resolve, that ability to calmly seek solutions in any situation—that was the heart of a strong person, and it wasn't so easily acquired.

This pathetic display naturally caught the eye of Madam Philia.

The beautiful woman with a graceful figure's rippling gaze fell upon the tall and divine-seeming Lan Yi before her. Everyone would take up arms against him?

Even if that day truly came.

She would certainly not be among those who took up arms against him.

Seeing that Lan Yi did not execute Dean on the spot.

Zhao Sikong, who had been quietly standing by as a shadowy background figure, stepped forward.

"Immortal Master, this white-skinned scoundrel's foul language is truly unbearable. Why not gag him and continue with our journey?" As Zhao Sikong, dressed like a butler, spoke, many women who couldn't possibly associate with Immortal Master Lan Yi couldn't help but have their eyes light up. They hadn't noticed him at first.

This handsome, fair-skinned butler seemed like a good candidate as well.

To be a butler for an Immortal Master.

This carried more weight than being a sixth-rank official outside the prime minister's door!

Most importantly.

Compared to Zhao Jian's cruelty and ferocity, Geng Liangchen's ghostly aura, and Huo Yuanjia's helplessness, this Spirit Cultivation expert, the Shadow Heavenly General, seemed much easier to deal with.

"Go and cut out his tongue."

Lan Yi pointed directly at Kent.

Kent, who was named, paused slightly, then lowered his head and walked out from the crowd, slowly drawing the magic sword hanging at his waist.

This was the divine weapon bestowed by Immortal Master Lan Yi, as spoken of by the masses.

It was called Lei Xiao, capable of shooting sword energy and controlling lightning. Apart from needing to be recharged, its only drawback was being limited by the user's thoughts and reactions.

"Kent, you traitor, do you think killing can solve all problems?" Dean and Kent seemed to be old acquaintances.

"Mr. Dean, you don't understand. The more Lan Yi kills, the more loyal I become to him."

Kicking Dean over, Kent's face, etched with the marks of countless battles, displayed deep submission. He roughly thrust the magic sword into Dean's mouth, his movements practiced and the angle precise.

"In this world, money and power cannot buy loyalty, but fear and strength can!"

With a thought.

Dean's cheek split open the next second, sword energy shredding his mouth. Accompanied by a faint smell of burning, the electric current cauterized the wound, stopping the bleeding.

Lan Yi Master had only ordered him to cut out the tongue, not to kill him.

However…

Poor Mr. Dean probably wouldn't live much longer. Kent knew very well what fate awaited these foolish people who attempted assassination and subversion. Fortunately, he had dealt with those who had contacted him. Although he believed he had handled it cleanly, when he faced Lan Yi's playful, glowing eyes, he understood that every move he made was being monitored.

Although the Master hadn't said anything, he had probably just barely passed.

Only then.

Kent secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling even more awe and loyalty towards Lan Yi.

Kent was not the only one who had been approached for subversion.

Among the foreigners who had surrendered and been gifted weapons, two had disappeared forever today. They held magic swords, and when facing martial artists, the martial artists merely sneered and flicked out a section that transformed into a magnetic circuit, Cang Hua. The magic swords' safety mechanisms were directly locked, leaving them no room to resist.

Since Immortal Master Lan Yi dared to bestow weapons, he wasn't afraid of the foreigners turning against him with the magic swords.

Even without Lan Yi locking the safety mechanisms.

The martial artists had plenty of ways to deal with these guys.

Admiration was the emotion furthest from understanding.

Lan Yi was not a universally loving and friendly god, nor a hero saving people from dire straits. He remained perfect, like a statue in a temple that one had to look up to. However, in the eyes of reporters and the many onlookers, he now possessed a cold, dangerous aura of metal and lightning. Except for those like Philia and Uesugi Yuriko who still adored him, most of the other women inwardly recoiled.

While impulsive, romantic love was appealing, one also had to consider their own life, didn't they?

"Everyone, please follow me to the warships at the port."

Lan Yi took in everyone's expressions.

It was still more interesting to banter with Jin Buhuan.

The further psionic cultivators ventured, the more they would not look back, even if they reminisced about the past. Rather than turning back, it was better to let more people follow. If one became too lonely, they might do something crazy, like a certain psionic cultivator who, out of sheer loneliness, practiced the wicked Six Desires Demon Splitting Chapter.

"Why are we going to the warships?" some people with slow information asked, confused.

Does this Immortal Master have any more performances?

"You country bumpkin, the Immortal Master is kind-hearted and is taking us out to sea for fun." This was said by a rather foolish young master from a wealthy family.

"Heh, idiot, the Immortal Master is about to make a move himself." This was said by someone well-informed.

"Make a move against a warship?"

"That's right, those foreigners still want to interfere in Star Han's domestic affairs. How could the Immortal Master tolerate that? He's already mobilized troops and dispatched generals, and has tracked their movements. Didn't you notice that the Martial Heavenly General and the Ghost Heavenly General weren't present today?"

Many people suddenly understood.

Didn't the Immortal Master just say he was going to challenge the naval cannons?

Haha, now they were being taken to fight the naval cannons.

The expressions of those who had just been laughing internally changed drastically. Wait, wouldn't that mean they were being taken to a battlefield?! On the battlefield, swords and blades have no eyes, let alone cannons that can kill large numbers of people with a single blast. If they were unfortunate enough to die on an ironclad ship, wouldn't their deaths be in vain? Even if the Immortal Master Lan Yi's magical power was boundless and his divine abilities vast, it wasn't guaranteed he would intervene to save them.

Many people's legs immediately started trembling, and they were itching to leave.

However, they couldn't leave anymore.

The Qi Cultivation Practitioners, led by a smiling Zhao Sikong, surrounded them. Everyone was safely escorted onto a vehicle to depart together, especially the reporters, not a single one was missed.

Immediately, many people put on forced smiles, while cursing Zhao Sikong in their hearts.

They were truly blind to have thought the Shadow Heavenly General was easy to deal with!

The thought of attaching themselves... grew even stronger!

Power is like that; when it appears, it immediately permeates everywhere, even into the overlooked corners.

Interestingly, no one present dared to disrespect Lan Yi in their hearts, which disappointed Lan Yi somewhat.