Suppressing Them with a Raised Hand

In fact, given that Lu Bai possesses the ability to "load saves," any opponent in a deathmatch cannot hide their abilities from him.

However, the Li-surnamed Deathmatch Participant was willing to reveal his true identity shows that he was indeed coming with sincerity.

"I'm a little curious."

Lu Bai sat up slightly and asked, "In the eyes of the deathmatch fighters, aren't the lives of these natives insignificant?"

"I'm probably the exception."

The Li-surnamed Deathmatch Participant didn't offer much explanation, only urging Lu Bai to act quickly.

In his view, if they didn't take action soon, and those Blood-stealing Granny were eaten by the Spirit Insect of the Myriad Insect Valley cultivators, then even if they killed those two Ten Myriad Insect Valley cultivators, it would be meaningless.

For those villagers, the lack of tribute quotas was simply a matter of dying sooner or later.

We can't exactly overthrow the entire Myriad Insect Valley, can we?

Lu Bai didn't give a direct answer about whether they should temporarily join forces. He turned to look at the two cultivators from the Ten Myriad Insect Valley and raised his voice slightly. "Gentlemen, aren't you going a bit too far?"

Upon suddenly hearing someone speak like that, Senior Brother Du stopped what he was doing and turned around.

However, his face did not show anger at being disturbed; instead, it carried a somewhat amused smile.

"Hey, we were just getting bored taking shelter from the rain, and now someone actually dares to jump out and be our toy."

Lu Bai remained seated cross-legged, showing no intention of getting up, and his gaze grew even more benevolent.

He chuckled and said, "Normally, I should argue back, then I'll provoke you, you'll retaliate, and I'll easily subdue you."

He slowly raised his right hand and extended one index finger. "Unfortunately, I suddenly feel that people of your level are not qualified to speak to me."

Before he finished speaking, he pressed down with his outstretched index finger.

His fingertips became crystal clear, surrounded by five-colored divine light.

The spiritual energy within the dilapidated temple suddenly surged.

The two cultivators from the Myriad Insect Valley present felt as if an endless mountain was pressing down on them, and they were immediately forced to prostrate themselves on the ground.

Moreover, they could clearly sense that the surrounding world was rejecting them, making it impossible for them to use their magical Mana to resist.

"No... that's impossible, who are you?"

"We are disciples of the Myriad Insect Valley. If you dare to kill us, aren't you afraid that the powerful figures in the valley will seek revenge?"

The two cultivators from the Myriad Insect Valley were terrified. They realized that Lu Bai was definitely a powerful figure and could only hope that he would consider the reputation of the Myriad Insect Valley and let them go.

"Fellow Daoist, no, senior, we were blind to your greatness, we beg you to forgive us this time..."

Pfft~

Senior Brother Du was still frantically begging for mercy, but before he could finish speaking, the two of them were reduced to dust under the heavy pressure of Mana, their souls scattered on the spot.

"Much more comfortable."

Lu Bai lowered his right hand again, and said with a smile, "No wonder, the predecessors built the mountain gate so high, just for peace and quiet."

He remained nonchalant throughout.

But to those present, the scene was extremely shocking.

The Li-surnamed Deathmatch Participant had moved closer to him was so shocked that he was frozen in place.

To be honest, when Lu Bai entered the dilapidated temple, he did demonstrate the skills of a cultivator, but the fact that he could do it so easily still took the Li-surnamed Deathmatch Participant somewhat by surprise.

Those were two Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, yet he took care of them with just one finger. It didn't seem much more troublesome than crushing two ants.

Li Mu had originally planned to use his abilities to help Lu Bai as soon as he made his move, but it turned out he didn't need to use them at all.

The villagers present just stared blankly.

It has always been like this: they are powerless to interfere in the battles between cultivators, and can only pray that they will not be caught in the crossfire.

Fortunately, because Lu Bai acted so swiftly and decisively, none of the tribute goods they brought were lost.

The village chief was the first to come to his senses, and mustered his courage to kneel down in front of Lu Bai.

"Thank you for your help, Immortal."

After kowtowing three times, the village chief nervously said, "To avoid being late, we need to continue our journey."

The rain outside didn't let up.

Clearly, he didn't want to have anything to do with Lu Bai.

Regardless of whether Lu Bai is afraid of the Myriad Insect Valley, the villagers are definitely afraid.

After all, the two who died were cultivators from the Myriad Insect Valley. If the people of the Myriad Insect Valley found out that they were involved in what happened here, they would not have a good ending.

Lu Bai didn't insist. He waved his hand, indicating that they could do whatever they wanted and didn't need to pay attention to him.

As the villagers hurriedly packed their things to set off, Lu Bai gazed at the rain outside the temple, his expression enigmatic.

The idea that the great power of cultivating immortality resides in the individual world gave him a strange sense of déjà vu.

Both upper classes have everything, while the lower classes struggle to survive, and given the overwhelming disparity in military strength, the lower classes have no chance of resistance.

Coincidentally, whether in this Deathmatch Arena or in reality, Lu Bai possesses the power to change the world.

Should we try it out first?

The thought gradually rose in Lu Bai's mind.

He knew, of course, that this was difficult.

With his undeniable power, he could indeed use an iron fist to establish a completely new order and force society to operate according to his will.

But does this really make sense?

To date, he has not gained the ability to live forever, and he himself has no obsession with a long lifespan.

In other words, no matter how well or fairly he behaved during his lifetime, he will eventually perish after death.

Furthermore, the more you suppress it, the more intense the rebound will be. In the end, the people at the bottom might not even be as well off as those who are left to develop naturally.

As for arranging a successor to pass on one's will?

That's even less realistic.

All of history, past and present, has proven one thing: expecting morality from humanity is wishful thinking. While established systems will also decay over time, at least they can last a little longer.

Given that this immense power resides within oneself, it is destined that ultimately a very small minority will oppress the vast majority.

By comparison, the current social structure is already quite good.

Just like a program, if it can run, it's best not to touch it until a better solution is found.

Lu Bai exuded a faint melancholy. He temporarily put aside his thoughts and turned to look at Li Mu beside him.

Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?

Yes, after the village chief led the villagers away in a hurry through the rain, Li Mu, the fighter, voluntarily stayed behind.

"Anyway, I don't like playing with insects, but I didn't have any other choice before, so I could only try joining the Myriad Insect Valley."

Li Mu was quite nonchalant, casually spreading his hands. "Besides, if you really want to kill me, Boss Smiling Face, I can't escape it."