With a Single Thought, Heaven and Earth Changed Beyond Measure

This is also how Decapitation Alley survives.

The boy was silent for a moment, then raised his right hand, tapped his fingertips lightly in the air, and then tapped all five fingers together in the air.

Once, twice, three times.

People's eyes were drawn to the fair hand.

No, it's firmly held in place!

The boy played faster and faster, but each time his fingertips struck the air, they never produced a crisp sound.

But it truly created ripples in the air that were visible to the naked eye!

Like a pebble thrown into a lake.

Five ripples spread out continuously, accompanied by the twitching of five fingers. The ripples interfered with each other, collided with each other, and intertwined with each other.

His five fingers suddenly came together.

Make a knocking motion.

A gentle tap in the air.

'Thud!'

A sound that could only be heard by those in the alley rang out.

The old swindlers all stood there dumbfounded, as if they had lost their souls.

The only ones still conscious are the three old men in Decapitation Alley.

The magician gripped the silver coin tightly, took a few steps back, and the gambler stood up, two decks of cards bouncing between his hands.

The Juggler Master squinted, and the monkey jumped onto his shoulder.

Who are you?

The three of them stood together without realizing it. The magician slightly adjusted his hat, his expression serious.

"Where did you learn these mind-altering and spirit-disturbing techniques?"

He saw the boy smile shyly, point to the bluestone path behind him, and the strange symbols on the wall.

"I just learned it."

Zhang Fusheng spoke frankly.

It's not that my understanding has improved.

However, after the spirit broke through the millennium barrier, it seems to be extremely sensitive to things like spirit and soul.

The bewitching techniques on the bluestone slab, the soul-capturing methods within the strange symbols...

He saw through it all in an instant—it was nothing more than a method of interfering with one's mind.

Zhang Fusheng could have done better.

"Learned it." The three old men were startled. The magician and the gambler turned their heads to look at the Juggler Master with a monkey perched on his shoulder.

Clearly, both the stone slabs and the symbols were arranged by the other party.

Zhang Fusheng became interested and looked the old monkey trainer up and down:

"You're pretty good. Wait a minute, come with me."

His tone left no room for argument.

The gambler sneered:

"Young man, this is the Waiting Area."

The young man ignored him, his fingers dancing and playing in the air once more; he did not use his mental will.

It relies purely on 'technique'.

The air was rippled by fingertips, and the ripples seemed to contain a unique rhythm, quietly spreading throughout the Decapitation Alley.

Those people, so infatuated, so dazed, so lost and disoriented,

They all turned around blankly, staring blankly at the gamblers playing cards.

This scene was both bizarre and terrifying.

Even seasoned gamblers couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines.

"Wake up."

The old juggler suddenly spoke.

"Wake up!"

He shouted, and the monkey on his shoulder let out a piercing scream.

Those who were lost and dejected seemed to be waking up.

The magician let out a shout:

"If you can't kill someone, if you can't take their life, then cut off their hands and feet and throw them out!"

With a gentle flick, the silver coin in his hand traced an elegant curve and bounced into the air above the young man's head.

The next second.

The silver coin fell heavily, carrying with it a fierce, Blood Qi Beacon!

"Bad."

Zhang Fusheng shook his head.

The silver coin hit the ground, creating a deep crater.

He disappeared.

"Careful!"

The old juggler exclaimed in surprise, and the magician, sensing something was wrong, suddenly pulled down his hat. The gambler beside him also waved his hand, and playing cards tore through the air, shooting out in a dense array!

They were all nailed to the wall.

The boy has disappeared.

The three stood back to back, warily glancing around, large beads of sweat forming on their foreheads.

The monkey suddenly screamed.

"Here!"

The old juggler opened his mouth and spat out a burst of blazing white light, which struck the suddenly appearing boy hard.

'Laugh!!'

The boy was enveloped in a terrifying white light, torn apart, and evaporated.

"How can he be so weak??"

The old juggler's expression changed drastically, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he stared at the blood mist that had evaporated from the frail-looking boy.

He said dryly:

"I killed someone."

"That's against the rules!"

Council Building.

Zhou Muneo suddenly asked:

"Is there a rule against killing in the Waiting Area?"

"Some."

Hu Zhongli nodded decisively:

"Once someone dies and their soul disperses, will we immediately realize what's wrong?"

"Let's cancel this rule."

Zhou Muneo glanced at the time.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

He said calmly:

"From now on, killing will no longer be prohibited in the Waiting Area from eight to nine o'clock every morning."

"This place should not be a breeding ground for filth, nor a refuge for certain individuals."

Hu Zhongli was stunned for a moment, then nodded silently. The Steward Zhao, who was standing to the side, quickly drafted the new regulations and respectfully handed them over.

Zhou Muneo signed his name on the paper.

And so, from this moment on...

The new regulations then came into effect.

Regulations and documents were quickly published on the Divine Net and pushed to the accounts of everyone in the Waiting Area.

The local Public Security Bureau and council guards also received the new regulations.

The entire Waiting Area fell silent for a moment.

Then came the clamor, the uproar.

Zhou Muneo put down his pen.

"Golden Councilor."

He sighed, his expression unreadable.

Chang Youwei touched his bulging belly:

"I'm full, how about you?"

I'm full!

"I'm so full!"

Both the Old Six and the girl nodded in satisfaction, and the former smiled and said:

"Old Fool should be back by now. Let's go, it's early in the morning, let's go to Louis Street and pull off a couple of heists."

The three teenagers, laughing and joking, walked back to the large iron gate leading to Decapitation Alley. Before they pushed the gate open, their phones vibrated simultaneously.

I picked it up and took a look.

The three looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Murder. Lifting the ban??"

Both the boy and girl involuntarily swallowed.

Then.

An excited expression Chang Youwei his face.

"This is a good thing."

He said happily:

"Next time the Little Fish tries to 'cheat', we can make it even bigger, and it would be best to schedule it for 8 a. m.."

The Old Six was also eager to get started.

"Yes, yes, the money given wasn't enough, so..."

He ran his fingers along his throat.

The little fish unwrapped a piece of bubble gum, popped it into its mouth, and while chewing, frowned and said:

Is this really a good thing?

"Don't forget, this way, others can kill us too."

The two boys were taken aback.

Xiao Yu casually pushed open the large iron gate.

Squeak~

They walked into the Decapitation Alley, but then stopped at the same time, staring blankly at the scene before them.

In the alley, one after another, the old swindlers stood there, looking lost and blank, stiff and lifeless.

The three elderly men stood back to back, while further away, a frail-looking young man's fingers danced lightly in the air.

However, the three elderly men, who were cautiously looking around, ignored the boy.

It's like...

Like other seasoned swindlers, they were distraught and lost their way.

The monkey perched on the shoulder of the juggling old man screamed.

"Here!"

The old juggler opened his mouth and spat out a blazing white light that pierced through the air, vaporizing the old swindler into a bloody mist.

"How can he be so weak??"

The old juggler spoke in a dry voice:

"I killed someone, I broke the law!"

The boy's fingers were still dancing in the air.

The little fish blew bubble gum blankly, creating a small bubble that grew bigger and bigger.

She saw the juggling old man roar:

"No, it's here!"

The magician and the gambler also swiftly moved to either side, one shouting loudly while the other threw out playing cards imbued with intense Qi and Blood!

The three of them were originally standing back to back.

They happened to be facing each other.

The magician roared as he pierced the gambler's chest, and the gambler roared as he threw a deck of cards that sliced the juggler's body in two.

The old juggler opened his mouth and spat out a blazing white light, which enveloped the magician, causing half of his body to evaporate.

The remaining half of his body lay on the ground.

The frail-looking boy paused slightly as his fingers, which had been dancing in the air, moved.

The peculiar rhythm ends here.

The old juggler's cloudy eyes cleared, and he stared blankly at the magician who seemed to have evaporated, and at the gambler whose heart had been shattered.

He looked down again at the hundreds of playing cards embedded in his body.

"What? When?"

Blood spilled from the old juggler's mouth, and the monkey on his shoulder screamed in panic.

"Always."

Little Fish heard the frail-looking young man speak up in a light and airy voice, praising:

"To be able to disrupt the mind to this extent simply through some special rhythms—the gains are immense, truly immense."

The old juggler coughed up another mouthful of dark blood, his lips trembled, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

"Impossible, impossible!"

"Unless."

"A person from a thousand years ago."

He collapsed to the ground, and the monkey broke free of its snare, screaming as it ran away.

'Smack!'

Just then, the little fish's bubble gum exploded and smeared all over its face.

They saw the terrifying teenager snap his fingers, and one by one the old men collapsed unconscious on the ground.

Something vague and indistinct about them was forcibly brought to light by the snap of their fingers!

Soul.

Unfortunately, they were all remnants of souls.

The boy looked at the three of them with great interest:

"You're the ones who sold me the fake plaque?"

The three of them felt a sudden rush of heat to their heads, their scalps tingling, and a chill running down their spines!

Chang Youwei turned and ran, shouting for help, and ran out of the big iron gate before crashing hard into the wall.

The large iron gate had somehow transformed into a damp wall in the Decapitation Alley.

The horrifying sight startled him so much that he stumbled and fell to the ground with a thud. Turning his head to look around, he saw large iron gates leading outside everywhere.

I rushed over, ran over, but crashed into the damp wall again!

"Alright."

Accompanied by a seemingly omnipresent rebuke emanating from the heavens.

Chang Youwei Chang Youwei felt dizzy, and the scenery in his eyes suddenly blurred, the blurred colors gradually spreading out.

Until everything becomes clear again.

He was still by the big iron gate, with Old Six and Xiao Yu beside him, and when he looked up at Decapitation Alley, the frail-looking boy stood in the distance.

The gambler sat on the ground, holding playing cards in both hands; the juggler hung his head, a small monkey lying in his lap.

The magician hadn't vanished; he was still leaning against the wall, his hat pulled low, but the silver coin in his hand had somehow rolled to the ground.

As for the other cunning old foxes...

Just as they had left, they each remained in their original positions.

But without exception.

They were all completely still, still breathing, still having heartbeats.

The soul seems to have vanished.

From beginning to end, Zhang Fusheng simply tapped out the newly learned rhythm at the alley entrance.

Without using even the slightest bit of Mental Intent, relying purely on the special rhythm and his newly acquired 'Thousand-Year Status',

It knocked away the souls of hundreds of people in the alley, creating a series of interconnected, seemingly real mental illusions.

The three old men and the cunning old fox thought they had rebelled, but had failed.

But in reality, from beginning to end, not a single person moved an inch.

"Spiritual will."

Zhang Fusheng praised softly, and clenched his fist.

The magician who wasn't hit by the white light was still half vaporized, and the gambler whose chest wasn't shattered was still heartbroken.

Even though the juggling old man wasn't nailed into a sieve by playing cards, sharp, flaky cuts still appeared on his body.

The trauma they experienced in their hallucinations was reflected in their real bodies.

After breaking through the millennium barrier, Zhang Fusheng no longer needed to use his divine sense, which was as vast as the ocean.

Simply by tapping one's finger, one can interfere with and control another person's senses, even...

What they thought were injuries became real.

"This belongs to the Innate Great Realm, the great power that comes As It Naturally Is after Limit-Breaking of the spirit—I clearly haven't Limit-Breaking of the spirit."

"But I have already Thousand Year Spirit Refining."

Zhang Fusheng fully understood that at this moment, he had not Limit-Breaking in terms of his spiritual realm.

However, because of breaking the millennium barrier, the gap between Limit-Breaking and achieving perfection is like the gap between Perfection and Minor Perfection.

Because of his soul, his spirit, his will—

At a fundamental level, it is already a [level of life] higher than ordinary people.

This is a change in position.

"It's always the case that Limit-Breaking first, before you can break through the millennium barrier—but I've done the opposite."

"I have not broken through the Great Limit of the spirit, nor have I entered the innate realm."

"But my visualization practice has already reached the point of 'As It Naturally Is' ahead of time."

A tremendous spiritual will materialized behind Zhang Fusheng, surging into a vast Sea of Consciousness.

The three teenagers unconsciously prostrated themselves.

It resembled a pilgrimage.