Kill!

Inside the lord's palace, Setas was lounging on a soft couch, wine glass in hand, a look of eager anticipation still hanging on his face.

Before him, a holographic projection was broadcasting the situation inside Qian Yu's room in real time.

He wanted to witness with his own eyes this slave, worth ten million, coming to pay homage.

And then...

He saw Qian Yu clench his fist.

He saw the head explode.

"Pfft!!!"

Setas sprayed out a mouthful of wine, shot up from the couch, and stared at the projection with wide eyes.

"What?!"

He lunged forward, his face nearly pressed against the projection, his voice cracking.

"Suicide?! He's insane! He's completely insane!!"

Setas clutched his head, roaring in disbelief: "My money! My money! Ten million Cosmic Coins! Who allowed you to die! You bastard! Bastard!!"

He never imagined Qian Yu would actually kill himself—kill himself?!

Just broke through to Cosmic Level and then offed himself?

Did he have a mental breakdown from the thought of serving as a slave for another ten epochs?

Then why did you even bother breaking through?

But the next moment, all his roaring caught in his throat.

In the projection, the headless corpse that had already fallen suddenly moved.

At the severed neck, flesh began to writhe.

Countless tiny tendrils of new tissue burst forth from the wound, wildly intertwining and weaving, extending upward at a visible speed.

Bones regenerated, blood vessels reconnected, muscles layered over them, and finally skin—a brand-new head grew back in just a few short breaths.

Setas's mouth hung open as he stared dumbly at the scene.

Qian Yu opened his eyes, twisted his newly grown neck, and a crisp crack sounded.

Not bad. His soul was no longer merely confined within his body; he had also formed a primal nucleus, and it was embedded within the Primordial Dao Tree.

As long as the Primordial Dao Tree remained undestroyed, he would not die!

But trying to destroy the Primordial Dao Tree?

Dream on!

He lifted his head and looked toward the surveillance probe in the corner of the room.

That gaze pierced through the projection, stabbing straight into Setas's eyes.

"Heh heh heh..."

The corners of Qian Yu's mouth curled up, revealing a sinister grin.

"Good!"

He spoke to the surveillance probe, enunciating each word: "I'm coming to see you right now!"

As the words fell, he raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and then slowly extended his middle finger!

In the projection, that middle finger filled the entire screen.

Setas stood frozen, staring blankly at that middle finger, his expression shifting from shock to bewilderment, then to fury!

"You bastard!!!!"

"No, wait—how is he not dead?!"

He had clearly watched Qian Yu blow his own head apart—how could it grow back?

What the hell!

"Summon all the slaves immediately! Kill him!"

He gave the order directly. Qian Yu's head had already regrown, so the chip implanted in his brain was surely useless now. That meant he had slipped out of Setas's control.

And judging by the look of things, he was coming straight for Setas!

He had to be killed!

Otherwise, with a Cosmic Level opponent charging at him, Setas would stand no chance in a direct fight.

On the other side.

Qian Yu stood up, twisted his newly grown neck, and a crisp crack sounded.

He turned and walked toward the door. This corridor—he had walked it for over two hundred years.

After countless battles, dragging his exhausted body, stepping through pools of blood and filth, he walked step by step back toward that dark, damp stone chamber.

On either side were cold stone walls, above him a dim yellow light, and the air forever thick with the stench of rot and rust.

But today was the last time!!

Qian Yu pushed open the door and stepped into the corridor.

On both sides of the passage, the rooms of the other slaves were silent.

Those people, imprisoned here just like him, might at this moment be staring through the small windows in their doors, terrified, watching this man radiating a fearsome aura walk past.

Qian Yu did not look at them.

He knew that these people were merely pitiful souls too.

Captured, sold, forced to slaughter each other in the arena, using their blood and lives to entertain the lofty nobles above.

They were just like him—prisoners in this purgatory.

But so what?

He could not save them.

At least not now.

If, in the future, when his strength was great enough, he might change this damned system.

But not now. Now, he had to leave.

At the end of the corridor stood a heavy iron door.

Qian Yu walked up to it and stopped.

Boom!!

One foot stomped the ground!

Terrifying power erupted from his sole, pouring out wildly with him at the center!

The ground instantly cracked, fissures spreading like a spiderweb in every direction!

The entire building trembled violently, walls collapsed, the roof shattered!

Boom!!

This slave camp that had imprisoned him for over two hundred years exploded into rubble with a thunderous roar!

Stone fragments flew, dust billowed.

Qian Yu's body slowly rose from the ruins, the crimson Twin Stars hanging in the sky, their scorching light shining down on his bare torso.

The crisscrossing scars gleamed with a dark red luster under the glow.

And now, countless figures had gathered in the sky.

Slaves, dense masses of slaves.

On the ground, among the ruins, in midair—everywhere were slaves summoned by orders to surround and kill him.

Planetary-level, stellar-level—over three thousand stellar-level slaves had almost all mobilized, sealing off the sky in an impenetrable ring.

They gripped all kinds of weapons, their eyes flickering with complex emotions—fear, confusion, and madness.

Qian Yu hovered in midair, his gaze sweeping over these people.

Boom!!

Crimson flames erupted wildly from his center!!

Double Fire Domain, fully open!

The scorching fire domain instantly expanded a thousand meters in every direction, engulfing countless slaves.

Those at the forefront suddenly froze mid-motion; within the domain, they felt as if trapped in quicksand, their speed plummeting!

Blazing flames rampaged through the domain, searing every intruder's body.

Screams rose and fell.

"Sorry about this."

Qian Yu murmured softly.

"I'll make them pay with their lives for yours."

As the words fell...

Boom!!

A fierce sonic boom rang out!

Qian Yu's form vanished from the spot in an instant!

Boom boom boom boom boom!!

In the sky, a crimson streak of light tore through wildly!

With every flash, a figure plummeted from the heavens!

Those slaves didn't even have time to react—they only felt their vision blur as a terrifying force slammed into their chests, heads, and throats!

Then came endless darkness.

Figures rained down from the sky, crashing to the ground like Chiaotzu.

Blood blossomed in the air, staining the crimson sky.

In just a few breaths.

Qian Yu hovered midair, drenched in blood, with no one left around him!

He slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through layers of air to lock onto the magnificent palace in the distance.

That was Setas's lord palace.

Boom!!

His figure charged madly toward the palace!

Along the way, some slaves tried to block him.

Qian Yu didn't pause for a moment.

Those in front—one punch sent them flying! One palm strike knocked them aside!

Rumble!!

The palace walls shattered with a roar!

Qian Yu's figure passed through rubble and dust, landing steadily in the center of the great hall.

Inside the hall, Setas was retreating in panic, guarded by over a dozen Stellar Ninth Order slaves.

The moment he saw Qian Yu burst in, his face turned deathly pale as he screamed wildly, "Stop him! Stop him now!"