For the People of the World, Kill Them!

At the same time, he was also another piece Shrek Academy had placed within the War God Temple.

He was on close personal terms with Zhuo Shi, an elder of the Sea God Pavilion.

Li Wanjun's granddaughter was also studying at Shrek Academy, enjoying its finest resources.

Chen Yu raised his right foot and kicked.

The kick carried an unstoppable force as it struck Li Wanjun.

Li Wanjun did not even have time to react.

His entire body exploded under that force.

Boom—!

Another cloud of blood mist.

The blood mist spread through the hall.

It mixed with the blood of Guan Yue and the other man from before, filling the air with a sickeningly sweet stench.

Among the War Gods...

Someone had even been frightened to tears.

He was a man in his thirties, tall and thin, with delicate features.

Tears streamed down his face, mixing with snot, and he cried like a child.

His lips trembled as he mumbled incoherently about things like "Mom" and "I don't want to die."

His hands braced against the floor, his body shaking violently. There was even a wet patch around his crotch—

He had pissed himself from fright.

At that moment, the pleas for mercy became even more frantic.

"Mr. Speaker! I'm willing to leave the War God Temple! I'll hand over all my money! I'll never do it again! Please spare me just this once!"

"I don't know anything! I was only carrying out orders! I did whatever Chen Xinjie told me to do—I didn't dare disobey him!"

"Mr. Speaker, I have an eighty-year-old mother above me and a three-year-old child below me. What will happen to them if you kill me?!"

"I'll be your dog! Whoever you tell me to bite, I'll bite! Please spare this dog's life!"

Some knocked their foreheads against the floor until they bled. Some clung desperately to Chen Yu's legs. Some had collapsed to the ground, too weak even to beg.

The scene was chaotic and miserable, like a herd of livestock struggling desperately beneath the butcher's blade.

But Chen Yu did not soften.

He stood there like an icy statue, showing no reaction to any of the pleading, crying, kowtowing, or wailing.

His gaze swept over the War Gods kneeling across the floor as though he were looking at a group of dead men.

It was not that he was cold-blooded, nor was it that he was cruel. He simply knew clearly that—

If these people did not die, the Federation would die!

If these people did not die, the people would die!

If they did not die...

Then the innocent would be the ones to die!

The money they had embezzled could have been used to build more schools, hospitals, and roads.

The rare metals they had trafficked could have been used to manufacture more Soul Tools, stronger mechas, and better equipment.

The time they had wasted...

Could have been spent doing more meaningful things.

And what had they done?

They had clung to the Federation, sucking its blood like leeches, generation after generation, year after year.

If they did not die, heaven itself would not tolerate it!

"Want to live?"

Chen Yu looked at them, his tone calm and devoid of emotion.

The War Gods froze for a moment, then nodded frantically.

Their eyes were filled with a desperate desire to survive.

Chen Yu watched them, and a fierce glint suddenly flashed through his eyes.

It was like lightning tearing through the night sky...

Blindingly bright and bone-chillingly cold.

His voice changed as well. It was no longer calm, but carried anger and compassion that had been suppressed for far too long.

"But the people want to live too!"

His voice echoed through the hall...

Crashing like thunder!

That voice carried a cry from the depths of his heart for justice and fairness.

"You are parasites of the nation, treating all living people under heaven as ants!"

"Have you ever considered how the people of the Federation are supposed to survive?!"

Every word Chen Yu spoke was like a blade stabbing into the hearts of those War Gods.

Some lowered their heads. Some closed their eyes. Some trembled all over. Some had gone pale.

They could not refute him.

Because every word Chen Yu spoke was the truth.

They truly had never thought about any of that.

They had only thought of themselves, only of taking a little more, then a little more, never finding it enough.

Chen Yu struck out with his palm.

That palm carried his fury and determination, the hopes and cries of the Federation's people, and judgment upon those parasites sucking the Federation dry.

Wherever the palm wind passed, the air let out a sharp explosive crack, as though space itself had been torn apart.

Bang.

A cloud of blood mist exploded.

Another War God.

Even his name was not remembered.

He was reduced to nothing beneath that palm strike.

Within the crowd, someone began kowtowing madly. His forehead struck the stone floor with dull thuds, blood running down his cheeks and staining his entire face red.

He cried and shouted, his voice breaking out of tune.

"Mr. Speaker! I won't dare again!"

"I'll never dare again!"

"I'll be a good person from now on!"

"I'll return all the money!"

"Please spare me this once!"

"Please!"

His voice was shrill and desperate, like a wild beast driven to the end of the road, struggling in its death throes.

His eyes were filled with tears, snot and blood mixed together, and he looked utterly pathetic.

"Won't dare again?"

"Then that means you did dare before?!"

Chen Yu looked at him without the slightest ripple in his eyes.

Wouldn't dare again?

That was only because no one had managed them before, no one had investigated them, and no one had dared touch them.

They had done this for decades, for their entire lives, greedily taking countless fortunes and harming countless people.

Now that they had been caught, beaten, and faced with death, they claimed they would not dare again?

Too late!

In response, Chen Yu kicked out as well.

The kick came fast and vicious, carrying an unstoppable force as it struck the War God's chest.

Boom!

A cloud of blood mist.

Another person vanished.

Someone hurriedly spoke up, his voice rushed and chaotic.

"Mr. Speaker!"

"I can return all the resources I took from the Federation before!"

"Every last bit!"

"I swear!"

"I have the account books. I recorded every account clearly!"

"Please give me a chance. I'll return it all!"

His eyes were filled with the desire to survive, and he spoke as quickly as a volley of gunfire, afraid he would be punched to death if he spoke too slowly.

He had even already figured out how to return it, where to begin, and what method to use.

As long as he lived, everything could be discussed.

"Why didn't you do that earlier?"

Chen Yu's kick was his answer.

There was not the slightest hesitation in that kick. It was clean and decisive.

Boom!

Another cloud of blood mist.

And as they watched Chen Yu continue killing...

The remaining War Gods could finally no longer sit still.

They no longer held any fantasies.

At last, they understood clearly...

Chen Yu would not spare them.

No matter how they begged, kowtowed, cried, shouted, or made promises, Chen Yu would not soften, would not hold back, and would not let them go.

Their fate had been decided from the very beginning—

Death.

And faced with certain death...

They finally erupted completely.

Since begging was useless.

Since crying and shouting were useless.

Since they would die kneeling and die standing.

Then they might as well die standing!

At least if they died standing...

They could die with a little dignity.