The Councilor Dies! Notorious Infamy!

Facing three long-renowned Warlord-level powerhouses, Lin Yuan did not retreat in the slightest. Instead, he took a step forward, his figure resembling a drawn sword, its edge pointing straight toward the firmament.

To Atkin and the others, this scene was undoubtedly the ultimate provocation.

"You don't know the meaning of death!"

Atkin laughed in extreme fury, his sinister face filled with mockery. "Having a bit of talent doesn't mean you can run wild, especially not in front of the world's top-tier powerhouses!"

"You brought this upon yourself; don't blame anyone else!"

Before his voice had even faded, the Black God Suit on Atkin's body surged like flowing water, covering him entirely and leaving only a pair of eyes filled with killing intent exposed.

He stomped his foot, causing the ground to explode with a roar. His entire body shot forward like a black cannonball, accompanied by a sharp whistle that tore through the air.

He extended his right hand, encased in the black fluid, his fingers curled into claws. With enough terrifying force to crush alloy, he aimed directly for Lin Yuan's throat.

He held nothing back in this strike, intending to capture this arrogant brat alive and slowly extract the secrets of the treasures on Mist Island.

Ten meters, five meters, one meter!

It was right before his eyes!

Atkin could even see the calm, heart-stopping depths of the cold pools in Lin Yuan's eyes.

"Get on your knees!" Atkin roared, his sharp claws snapping down.

However.

At that very instant, he felt his hand grasp nothing but air.

No, it wasn't just grasping air.

A strange sensation of weightlessness traveled from his right arm, followed immediately by the feeling of warm liquid spraying across his face.

Atkin froze for a moment, instinctively shifting his gaze.

At this sight, his pupils instantly shrank to the size of needlepoints!

He saw that at his right wrist, his entire hand had vanished. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and blood was gushing out like a fountain, staining the thick fog before him red!

"My hand?!"

The excruciating pain only reached his brain through his nerve endings at that very moment.

"Ah!!!"

A shrill, miserable scream instantly echoed throughout the area!

"!!!"

Not far away, Yan Hai and Nehru, who had been preparing to watch a good show, had their eyes wide open, their eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets.

What had happened?

They hadn't even seen when Lin Yuan had made his move!

On their retinas, they had only captured a fleeting glimmer of dark blade light, faster than lightning by countless degrees.

That blade light was too fast and too sharp—so fast that even the defensive mechanism of the Black God Suit hadn't had time to react before it severed the connection between flesh and armor!

The next second, Atkin looked up in terror, coming face-to-face with Lin Yuan's gaze.

There was no emotional fluctuation in those eyes—no joy of victory, no fanaticism of killing. There was only the ferocity and indifference one might show toward a dead object.

This look made Atkin, the Fifth Speaker, feel a fear originating from the depths of his soul for the first time.

"Quick! Kill him!!"

Atkin clutched his severed wrist and retreated violently, his voice becoming sharp and distorted from extreme panic. "This guy is a lunatic! He's a monster! Attack together, kill him!!"

Without needing his shout, the other two had already realized the severity of the situation.

"Die!"

Nehru from India reacted the fastest.

As a veteran Spirit Reader, he understood the principle of striking first.

Boom!

A massive surge of spiritual force erupted from his consciousness like a flood, controlling the six SS-grade throwing knives at his waist as they shot directly toward Lin Yuan's position!

"Playing with spiritual force against me?"

Lin Yuan shook his head.

He stood where he was, not moving a muscle, not even lifting an eyelid.

Just as the six throwing knives closed within three meters of him—

Hum!

The air seemed to solidify instantly.

A terrifying spiritual force, ten times, a hundred times stronger than Nehru's and as vast as a sea of stars, descended suddenly with Lin Yuan at its center!

The six flying knives, which had originally been unstoppable, seemed to have slammed into an invisible wall of sighs!

"Shatter."

Lin Yuan spat out a single word.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

In the eyes of Nehru, who was filled with sheer terror, those six SS-grade flying knives, forged from top-tier alloys, were forcibly crushed and twisted in mid-air by that invisible telekinetic force!

In the end, they disintegrated directly into a sky full of metallic dust!

"Pfft—"

His spiritual telekinesis was connected to the flying knives; with the weapons destroyed and having attempted to attack an existence whose mental power was ten thousand times stronger than his own, Nehru suffered a devastating backlash in an instant.

He let out a miserable shriek as bright red blood flowed from his seven orifices simultaneously. He fell backward like a kite with a broken string, his brain turned to mush, the excruciating pain nearly causing him to faint.

A single exchange.

The Fifth Speaker had his hand severed, and a major powerhouse of the European Union was severely wounded!

This scene completely shattered the psychological defenses of Yan Hai.

"This... how is this possible?"

Yan Hai's face turned deathly pale, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

Run!

Yan Hai stepped backward, his eyes flickering as he prepared to betray this fragile, superficial alliance and flee for his own life.

However, since Lin Yuan had already made his move, how could he possibly leave any survivors?

"Want to leave?"

Lin Yuan's thoughts shifted.

Boom!

The ground beneath Yan Hai's feet suddenly exploded. A thick, dark-red vine, seemingly coiled with thousands of starlit specks, shot out from the earth like a venomous python from hell!

It was the Star Vine!

The speed was too fast!

Just as Yan Hai tried to leap into the air, his ankle was tightly bound by the vine.

"No!!"

Yan Hai screamed in terror, swinging his blade to hack at it.

But the vine was unimaginably tough; the battle blade only sparked against it.

In the next instant, an irresistible, overwhelming force surged.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The dignified Councilman-level powerhouse, Yan Hai, was now being swung through the air like a ragdoll by the Star Vine, smashed frantically against the rocks and trees on the ground.

The earth cracked.

In just a few strikes, Yan Hai was battered, his bones shattered and blood spraying wildly; even the Black God Suit could not protect him from the shockwaves that penetrated his body.

Before him, so-called Planetary-level strength was nothing more than a toy to be kneaded at will!

Seeing this, Lin Yuan's expression remained as calm as an ancient well.

At this moment, he had already taken a step forward, instantly arriving in front of Atkin. One hand, like an iron pincer, clamped tightly around the throat of this "Fifth Speaker," lifting him into mid-air.

That strength, reminiscent of an ancient behemoth, rendered all of Atkin's struggles futile, his face turning a liver-colored purple from suffocation.

Not far away, the blood-covered Nehru staggered to his feet. Watching this scene, he roared with a fierce but cowardly desperation:

"I am an important member of the Nehru family of India! I am a Councilman! If you kill me...

My family, and the entire nation of India, will not let you go! You will surely face endless retaliation!"

A threat?

Lin Yuan didn't even turn his head.

The moment the words fell.

Swish!

A golden stream of light flew from Lin Yuan's waist; it was his telekinetic weapon—the Arc Wheel.

The golden light traced a graceful arc, and one of the blades, thin as a cicada's wing and carrying an indestructible sharpness, instantly swept across Nehru's neck.

Under the augmentation of his Planetary-level spiritual telekinesis, the cutting power of this blade reached its zenith, slicing directly through the weak points of Nehru's Black God Suit and across his throat.

Pfft.

The sound came to an abrupt halt.

Nehru clutched his neck, his eyes filled with disbelief. His body slumped softly to the ground, twitching twice before falling still.

Dead.

At this, Atkin, held firmly in his grasp, fell into a complete panic.

He looked at Lin Yuan as if he were staring at a monster that had crawled straight out of the abyss!

"Cough, cough... Inspector... Inspector Lin..."

Atkin trembled violently, struggling to squeeze words out of his throat in a final attempt at resistance, "I am... the Fifth Speaker... a pillar of humanity's martial artists...

Even Hong cannot kill me so easily!"

Hearing this, Lin Yuan laughed.

His smile was cold.

He had absolutely no patience for such rhetoric.

"Pity, I am not Hong!"

Lin Yuan looked at Atkin's face, twisted in terror, and said indifferently:

"On this Mist Island, everyone fights on behalf of their own factions, relying on their own abilities for treasure. Even if someone is killed, who can judge it? Who would dare to judge it?"

"And even if someone dared, I would respond with the blade in my hand!"

Lin Yuan's voice turned abruptly cold, his eyes surging with killing intent, "What's more, for a petty man like you, Atkin."

He remembered clearly that in the future timeline of the original story, when the Swallowing Beast disaster descended and Hong and Thunder God fell into a deep slumber...

It was precisely this Atkin and Yan Hai who, instead of carrying the banner for humanity, took advantage of the chaos to loot, targeted the descendants of heroes, and even attempted to seize Luo Feng's wife and assets.

How filthy and evil must such a person be in his daily life?

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for running into me and harboring thoughts of robbery, or even murder."

As the words fell, Lin Yuan held back no longer.

Bang!

He slammed a kick into Atkin's chest, the terrifying force sending Atkin flying hundreds of meters away, where he crashed heavily into the distant rock wall, leaving a deep crater.

Immediately following, Lin Yuan flicked his right hand.

The Shadow Devourer in his hand transformed into a streak of black lightning, thrown like a dart!

Pfft!

The battle blade pierced Atkin's forehead with pinpoint precision, pinning his entire body firmly against the rock wall!

The Fifth Speaker, Atkin, breathed his last on the spot!

Lin Yuan extended his hand, and with a pull of his spiritual energy, the Shadow Devourer blade pulled itself free and flew back into his hand, the blade not stained by a single drop of blood.

Afterward, he turned around and looked at Yan Hai, who had been beaten to a pulp by the Star Vine and lay there like a puddle of mud.

"You should be on your way, too."

A flash of blade light.

Yan Hai's head rolled to the ground.

Having finished all this, Lin Yuan's expression remained calm, as if he had merely swatted a few flies.

He quickly collected the backpacks from the three men and the scattered Muya Crystals, then flicked his figure and vanished into the depths of the thick fog, rushing toward the next treasure site.

About half an hour later.

A flurry of hurried footsteps approached.

Fall, a Speaker from the HR Alliance, arrived at this chaotic battlefield with several War Gods, having stumbled upon it by accident.

When they saw the scene before them, everyone froze as if struck by a paralysis spell, a chill shooting from the soles of their feet straight to their scalps.

They saw the rock wall, stained with shocking bloodstains and bearing a human-shaped indentation.

On the ground lay three mangled corpses.

That was... the Fifth Speaker, Atkin! The European Union powerhouse, Nehru! And Speaker Yan Hai!

They—they were actually all dead???

This news was known to all factions in an instant!

They speculated, who could have done this?

Was it Hong or Thunder God?

Could it be... that the temptation and value of the treasures on Mist Island were truly that high?!

This did not dampen their greed; instead, it made them even more desperate to get to the bottom of it!

Humans, after all, will never abandon their greed until the very last moment.