Fear Live Broadcast Room

At 8 PM, the city's lights began to twinkle.

In the largest Times Square at the city center, a giant LED screen was playing a dazzling advertisement.

The shop windows on both sides of the pedestrian street were filled with vibrant colors.

In the office buildings, the computer screens of the overtime workers glowed.

In thousands of homes, televisions depicted stories of joy and sorrow.

Everything was as usual.

Until—

"Screeeech—!!!"

A piercing noise, as if a signal was being forcibly jammed, erupted without warning from all electronic screens in operation!

The giant screen in the plaza, the shop window displays, office computers, home televisions, the phones in people's hands…

The entire city, everywhere there was a screen, was instantly covered by distorted, wildly flickering black and white static!

Gasps and curses arose from every corner of the city!

The next second!

All the static suddenly froze, then instantly switched to the same image!

It was a massive, dark vortex composed of countless flowing, cold 0s and 1s!

It spun slowly, exuding a terrifying aura of knowing everything and disregarding all beings!

At the center of the vortex, it seemed to connect to the deepest darkness and madness!

Faceless Eye!

The symbol of the Nightmare Holy Cult!

A cold, monotonous, synthesized voice, like a digital composition, boomed clearly through all the screen speakers, filling the sky above the entire city:

"Welcome to… the Fear Live Broadcast Room."

As the voice faded, the vortex image shrank, occupying the left side of the screen.

The right side, like surveillance footage, was divided into countless flickering, blurry real-time scenes: there were passersby in the plaza looking up in astonishment, white-collar workers in offices startled into knocking over their coffee, mothers clutching their children on home sofas… Their faces clearly reflected fear, confusion, and unease.

The cold electronic voice continued:

"Fear is the most delicious nourishment for the soul. Tonight, let us witness together… a feast of fear."

In the center of the screen, a large, crimson countdown began to tick:

[00:09:59]

"First prey coordinates… locked."

All split screens instantly vanished! In the center of the screen, only a magnified, constantly flashing coordinate point remained!

Above the coordinate point, a clear arrow, marked with a hint of mockery, pointed to a conspicuous highlight reflecting point near the coordinates – a bald head viewed from behind!

The camera zoomed in rapidly!

At the edge of Times Square, a figure carrying an ancient Bronze Battle Halberd stopped, turned his head slightly, and looked up at the giant screen in the plaza center, which was displaying a close-up of the back of his own head!

His gleaming bald head, illuminated by the screen's bright light and the city's neon glow, reflected an almost dazzling metallic cold light!

That stern, sharp-eyed face, with its hard lines, was clearly presented to millions of people across the city!

Fang Gang!

"Prey Name: Fang Gang."

"Crimes: Blaspheming the Holy Eye, Slaughtering Divine Servants."

"Executioner: Blood Butcher."

"Fear… begins to sow."

The cold pronouncement echoed throughout the city!

The entire city instantly erupted!

"Fang Gang? Is that the bald guy rumored to… kill ghosts?!"

"What did he do? Blaspheme the Holy Eye? Slaughter Divine Servants?!"

"Blood Butcher? What is that thing?!"

"Oh my god! He's being broadcast live! Are they going to kill him?!"

"That bald head… so bright…"

Countless gazes, filled with fear, curiosity, or schadenfreude, focused on the stern face and the prominent bald head on the screen.

An invisible cloud, named "fear," began to gather and settle over the city.

The people in front of the screens had racing hearts and sweaty palms, an unknown chill creeping up their spines.

The fearful evil spawn was silently implanting itself in the hearts of millions!

Fang Gang stood at the edge of the plaza, bathed in the light of the enormous screen.

He watched his own conspicuously bald head on the screen with a blank expression, listening to the cold pronouncements, and feeling the gazes of the entire city, converging on him with all sorts of negative emotions.

"Live broadcast?"

A chilling arc, extreme in its coldness, stretched across his lips, while his eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit. "You want to toy with me like a monkey? Put on a fear show for the whole city?"

Just then!

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Heavy, muffled footsteps echoed from the shadows at the other end of the plaza! Each step seemed to make the ground tremble slightly!

A giant, towering like an iron pagoda, parted the terrified, scattering crowd and walked out.

He was nearly three meters tall!

His muscles were knotted like cast iron, and his skin had an unhealthy dark red hue, as if soaked in blood!

A necklace of bleached finger bones hung around his neck! Most striking was the monstrously oversized weapon he dragged behind him!

It was a cleaver, as wide as a door panel, its edge covered in serrations and dark red blood grooves!

The blade was thick and entirely black, save for the cold glint of its edge. The hilt was wrapped in blood-stained rope!

Just dragging it along the ground carved a deep沟壑 in the hard granite tiles, sending sparks flying!

Grade A! The Blood Butcher! Within the Nightmare Twelve Priests, the symbol of pure strength!

He strode to the center of the plaza, facing Fang Gang from dozens of meters away.

He casually lifted the massive cleaver with one hand, resting it on his broad, rock-like shoulder. He grinned widely, revealing two rows of sharp teeth like a shark's, his voice like sandpaper scraping:

"Baldy? Heard you're tough?"

He stuck out his scarlet tongue, licking his thick lips, his eyes bursting with a burning desire for flesh and violence. "Wonder... if you can withstand my 'Blood Butcher's Cleaver'?"

The screens across the city faithfully captured this scene!

The Blood Butcher's inhuman physique and terrifying murder weapon delivered a powerful visual impact!

Countless people in front of the screens gasped, fear spreading like a cold tide!

Fang Gang carried the Bronze Battle Halberd, his dark golden bald head, under the screen's bright light and the Blood Butcher's menacing aura, still reflecting a cold, unyielding sheen.

Looking at the exaggerated Blood Butcher's Cleaver, his eyes showed no fluctuation, only pure, imminent battle intent.

"Whether I'm tough or not," Fang Gang's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly cut through the plaza's clamor, transmitted by the live broadcast to the entire city, "just come and take a swing, and you'll know?"

He released the hand holding the battle halberd, and the heavy weapon clanged as it was plunged into the ground tiles beneath his feet!

His fists slowly clenched! Beneath his skin, a golden-red light began to flow like suppressed lava! The strength of fifty thousand jin of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill roared through his sinews and bones!

The Blood Butcher's eyes blazed with ferocity, and he let out a deafening roar: "You're seeking death!"

The massive Blood Butcher's Cleaver whistled through the air with a piercing shriek, tearing through the atmosphere like a bloody thunderbolt, descending furiously towards Fang Gang's incredibly conspicuous bald head on the live broadcast!

In front of the screens, millions held their breath!