"Guards! Arrest these two troublemakers for me!"
At the prefect's command, the surrounding constables drew their blades and closed in on Shichen and the others.
Pedestrians on the street screamed and scattered in all directions. The vendors abandoned their goods and scrambled into the shops on either side.
The once-lively street was empty in an instant, leaving only the two sides facing off.
Shichen swept his gaze over them, his eyes settling on the Karmic Force entwined around their bodies.
He merely uttered a single word coldly:
"Execute."
With that word, Words Become Law.
In the next instant, whether they were the blade-wielding constables, the prefect, or the young master, all their bodies turned to ash in an instant.
Then, the power of time activated.
Everything began to rewind.
Haotian returned to the street corner, crouching in his original spot. The broken bowl before him was empty, and the stack of banknotes had long since vanished.
He blinked blankly, feeling as though something had happened, yet unable to remember anything at all.
From the teahouse across the street came the chatter of several patrons:
"I heard the position of prefect here has been vacant for years. Who knows when the imperial court will send a new prefect?"
"Who knows? Whoever comes, it'll all be the same. We common folk just need to live our lives peacefully."
The former prefect and the others had been completely erased from time.
No one remembered them anymore.
After finishing all this, Shichen looked at the Star Demon God in his grasp and said:
"Alright, come back with us first."
Before the Star Demon God could answer, he and Pangu tore open space and stepped inside. The passersby around them noticed nothing and continued with their own business.
In the Chaos World, three figures appeared