What Are You Staring At?

"Patrol Bureau?"

The crowded footsteps came to an abrupt halt. Someone's eyes lit up, wanting to ask for help.

But after catching sight of the young man's cold expression up ahead and the bloodstains still clinging to his blade, they wisely chose to give up.

In the end, the tide of people parted automatically before Li Qingshan, like water flowing around a stone.

The path was clear all the way. In just over ten seconds, Li Qingshan had already charged before the target Fierce Beast.

The area around him had been "cleared." Within a three-meter radius, only severed limbs and mangled corpses remained. The Fierce Beast had one forepaw pressed against a body, tearing at its arm.

This Fierce Beast looked slightly leaner than Wolf Poison, but its muscle lines were more fluid, and its claws gleamed with cold light.

Li Qingshan stomped down hard with his right foot, lifted his blade, and charged.

The Fierce Beast jerked its head up, bloodthirsty eyes locking onto the approaching figure, then leaped.

In an instant, it had crossed seven or eight meters. Claws and blade were about to meet.

"Faster than Wolf Poison!"

Li Qingshan's gaze sharpened. His left foot took a step that seemed almost miraculous.

In the blink of an eye, he had already appeared behind the Fierce Beast. His Chopping Knife swung upward from below in a reverse slash.

As it turned out, this trick worked not just on Wolf Poison, but on other Fierce Beasts too.

Roar—crack!

A painfully familiar screech rang out. Li Qingshan's strikes grew fiercer.

The Fierce Beast before him was indeed faster than Wolf Poison, but it still hadn't exceeded the maneuvering limits of his Great Accomplishment Mizong Step.

No matter how it twisted and turned, Li Qingshan was always one step ahead, already standing behind it.

In less than half a minute, its anus was split, its belly torn open, and its entrails slid out. The Fierce Beast's body collapsed heavily to the ground.

[Killed monster. Martial Arts Space Experience +1. Available Time Increase +1 year.]

Li Qingshan sheathed his blade and stood upright, a smug smile on his face.

"Looks like when it comes to killing Fierce Beasts, you still have to use the special move!"

If he'd chosen to fight head-on, even with Great Accomplishment Wind Shadow Blade, he couldn't have done it this fast.

Besides, turning his blade into shadows took a serious toll on his stamina. There was no way it would've been this easy.

"But damn, it stinks."

Li Qingshan glanced at the grime smeared on his blade and frowned slightly.

Still, now wasn't the time to wash his knife.

Li Qingshan turned his gaze to the remaining Fierce Beasts and charged out again.

[Killed monster. Martial Arts Space Experience +1. Available Time Increase +1 year.]

[Killed monster. Martial Arts Space Experience +1. Available Time Increase +1 year.]

Five minutes later, the third Fierce Beast fell beneath Li Qingshan's blade.

The hall had grown empty, leaving only a floor littered with mangled corpses and severed limbs.

Near the exit, two or three hundred people were still packed together in front of the iron door, a chaotic mess of crying and screaming.

Five minutes should have been enough for all the remaining survivors to evacuate.

But under the threat of the Fierce Beasts, everyone had lost their minds—shoving, pulling, cursing.

Quite a few hadn't died under the claws of the beasts, but had been trampled to death after falling.

Li Qingshan looked at the last Fierce Beast chasing the crowd in the rear. Instead of charging again with his blade, he lowered his head, his gaze falling to the ground.

In the hall, at least a hundred people had died. Severed limbs and corpses were everywhere.

By all logic, the floor should have been flooded with blood, slick and muddy.

But it wasn't.

The ground beneath his feet was clean and dry. Aside from faint, dark red stains, not even a blood scab remained.

It was as if all the blood had simply vanished into thin air.

"No, not vanished—absorbed!"

Li Qingshan's gaze shifted, sweeping over the corpses on the ground.

At some point, these severed limbs and bodies had stopped being "fresh."

The flesh had shriveled. All the corpses were visibly decaying, and the process was accelerating.

"Flesh Demon God."

Li Qingshan's expression tightened as he recalled You Qingya's dying words.

"You'll all die—every last one of you!"

"So, even though You Qingya is dead, the 'Sacrifice' hasn't stopped?"

The thought flashed through his mind, and a chill sank into his heart.

The Evil God's Sacrifice was a realm he had never touched. Though he didn't know what would happen next, it would definitely be nothing good.

"Time to go!"

Li Qingshan made a swift decision. With a single step, he dashed toward the iron exit door.

Behind the crowd, a few men and women cornered by the Fierce Beasts saw Li Qingshan charging over. Hope flared in their once-despairing eyes.

"Quick! Kill the Fierce Beast!"

"Save us! Please, save us!"

Despite the earlier chaos, they had noticed this young man from the Patrol Bureau hunting down the Fierce Beasts.

He was clearly strong enough to pull them from the beasts' jaws.

Among them, a middle-aged man in a suit stood at the back, seemingly of some status.

Seeing escape within reach, his terror faded, and he barked angrily:

"Did the Patrol Bureau only send one of you? Hurry up! If I get hurt, I'll file a complaint with the Federation!"

Under the weight of their hopeful gazes, Li Qingshan rushed to the Fierce Beast's back, sheathed his blade, sidestepped, and brushed past the creature.

"Huh?"

Everyone froze, watching Li Qingshan leap over the Fierce Beast, past them...

The Fierce Beast roared, claws slashing. The nearest men and women were torn to shreds in an instant.

A bloody wind swept over them. A gaping maw loomed before their eyes.

The suited middle-aged man spun around, grabbing Li Qingshan's sleeve from behind, pleading:

"I'm Secretary to Councilor Pei in the city! Save me! The Patrol Bureau has to save me!"

Li Qingshan paused, frowning at the man, and pried his fingers off one by one.

"You've misunderstood. I'm not with the Patrol Bureau."

The middle-aged man blinked, his eyes turning vicious as he pointed at Li Qingshan.

"You—ah!"

His words cut off into a scream as the Fierce Beast clamped onto his waist and lifted him into the air.

Just then, The floor shattered, dust billowed, and a flash of silver light streaked by.

The Fierce Beast collapsed limply, its hindquarters gone without a trace.

"What kind of weapon is that?"

Li Qingshan sucked in a sharp breath, studying the massive weapon faintly visible through the dust.

It was crescent-shaped, gleaming with silver-white light.

Three meters in diameter, one end stabbed into the ground, the other reaching the ceiling.

"Moon Essence Wheel?"

The image involuntarily surfaced in Li Qingshan's mind—a scene from the movie Legend of Sword and Fairy in his past life.

Though this was the Interstellar Era, far removed from immortal heroes, the resemblance was uncanny.

"Cold Moon Flying Shuttle!"

A shout rang out. Li Qingshan frowned and looked down. The suited middle-aged man was sprawled on the ground, his waist still caught in the Fierce Beast's jaws.

His clothes were soaked in blood, but the beast had died too quickly to finish biting him through.

"The Sky Patroler's here! I'm saved!"

The man's face lit up with ecstasy. His gaze swept over Li Qingshan, unreadable.

But the Sky Patroler hadn't arrived yet—it wasn't time for revenge.

He quickly lowered his head, hiding his thoughts.

"What're you staring at?"

The voice sounded right beside his ear. The middle-aged man looked up in shock.

Li Qingshan had somehow crouched down next to him, staring at him with serious eyes.

"No, no, don't misunderstand. I wasn't looking at you." The man forced a strained smile.

"No, you were."

Li Qingshan shook his head and stood up.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter anymore."

He raised his right foot high, aiming it at the Fierce Beast's head.

Under the despairing gaze of the suited middle-aged man, he stomped down heavily.

Squelch!

The sharp teeth easily pierced through flesh and crushed the spine.

Blood seeped from the suited middle-aged man's mouth as his wide-open eyes gradually lost their vitality.