"Fire!"

That single command launched an unprecedented barrage from the combined forces of the Japanese military and police. Instantly, countless muzzles flashed as gunfire erupted. If there was ever a true hailstorm of bullets, this was it.

No one dared to underestimate the seemingly fearless and arrogant Huaxia Butcher. In that moment, tens, hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands of bullets rained down on Qin Fan.

RAT-TAT-TAT!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

This cacophony of sounds instantly wove together, creating a symphony of death that echoed relentlessly.

Facing the dense storm of bullets that blotted out the sky, Qin Fan made no attempt to dodge. Instead, he looked up at the troops armed to the teeth and sneered.

The next moment—SWOOSH!

With a sharp sound, he forcefully activated the Prison Suppressing Body within him. A layer of azure light suddenly enveloped his entire body.

"Damn it, what is this?" a high-ranking officer cried out, shocked that Qin Fan had not even tried to move.

Before he could finish his sentence, his question was answered. The instant the azure light enveloped Qin Fan, the swarm of bullets flying toward him came to an eerie halt upon contact. They could no longer advance a single inch. The whizzing bullets packed together against the surface of Qin Fan’s body, caught within the azure light. Unable to advance, they began to spin rapidly in place.

"Damn it! How is this possible? How is this possible!"

Beholding the unbelievable, fairytale-like sight before them, everyone—from the leading officers to the ordinary soldiers—trembled in panic. Their entire worldview instantly shattered. They could have accepted a man dodging bullets, or even catching them. But for one man to stand alone and create a scene like this was beyond comprehension. Stunned by the sheer shock of it, they could only stare, completely dumbfounded.

"Fire? That will only get you killed faster!" Qin Fan said, shaking his head with a cold sneer. His body suddenly trembled, jolting the rapidly spinning bullets that surrounded him.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH! 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

With unbelievable speed, they reversed trajectory and shot back.

VMMMMMM!

The awesome power of the slaughter erupted. The sky full of bullets became a haphazard net, whizzing and ricocheting in every direction. The next moment, a dense flurry of sickening thuds tore through the air.

PHUT! PHUT! PHUT!

Whether it was the innocent bystanders in the distance or the fully armed military and police who had surrounded him, it made no difference. In that moment, they all suffered the backlash of the rebounding bullets.

Even though the soldiers wore body armor, how could mere bulletproof gear stop a counterattack from a Golden Core Stage cultivator? The bullets pierced through everything, mowing down row after row of lives. For many of the Japanese soldiers, death came so quickly they could not even let out a final scream before they drowned in pools of their own blood, their eyes wide open in death. The commanding officers had no time to react. Facing the storm of bullets that suddenly hurtled back at them, they all fell at once, their eyes wide with a disbelief that life had already abandoned.

With a single, casual counterattack, Qin Fan had ended countless lives. This was the might of a Golden Core Stage cultivator. This was the source of his fearless, outrageous confidence.

As the last of the bullets found their marks, Qin Fan lashed out with his Hemp Vine Whip. Following closely behind his reflected attack, he darted into the soldiers’ encirclement in the blink of an eye.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

With an arrogant, wicked smile, Qin Fan brandished the relentless Hemp Vine Whip, lashing out with terrifying artistry without even a glance at his targets. Fierce gusts of wind followed each crack of the whip. Like a lunging dragon, it brutally reaped the lives of the few survivors amidst the sound of its whistling lash. There was no chance to shout, no time to scream. Wherever the Soft Whip struck, no one survived. A grisly dance of blood erupted, painting the air red.

Three breaths later, the Soft Whip fell silent. Qin Fan stood still, a mountain of corpses lying at his feet.

It took less than a single round, less time than it takes to smoke a cigarette. The hundreds, perhaps thousands, of soldiers and police, armed to the teeth, had been utterly annihilated by the Soft Whip.

It was that shocking. That brutal. That unbelievable.

This simple move demonstrated what true inhuman power was. Yes, inhuman, because no mortal could ever be so invincible, so defiant of the heavens themselves.

Against this backdrop of annihilation, the ordinary Japanese civilians in the distance finally broke, fleeing in terror and despair, clutching their heads. Their unending, hysterical screams pierced the very heavens.

At this moment, on this day, Tokyo—and all of Japan—was experiencing an unimaginable catastrophe. The fact that hundreds of armed personnel had not only failed to stop a single Huaxia intruder but were instead massacred in an instant... it was a concept no words could describe.

Ignoring the countless bodies at his feet, Qin Fan looked up and glanced at the fleeing Japanese wretches. A chillingly mocking smirk spread across his face. Without a hint of mercy or hesitation, he lifted his foot and fiercely slammed it onto the ground.

BOOM!!!

A violent roar, like an earthquake, erupted. Starting from the point of impact, a web of cracks shot forward with incredible speed. It spread for ten meters, then a hundred, then several hundred. After the web of cracks covered a range of several hundred meters in front of him, Qin Fan lifted his foot again and smashed it down.

RUMBLE!

RUMBLE!

RUMBLE!

Instantly, the entire cracked area collapsed. The scene that had recently occurred at the Qiao Family’s estate in Shanghai was unfolding once again, but this time the destruction was incomparably more ferocious. The ground caved in, plummeting downward. It swallowed not only the bodies of the thousands of armed soldiers and police but also the fleeing tourists around the perimeter, who were swept into the chasm, their desperate howls silenced by the earth.

A few blinks later, the collapse ceased. The heart-wrenching cries of despair fell silent, and the world returned to an eerie calm. This so-called peace, however, had been purchased with the lives of thousands.

Devoid of humanity? An act of unspeakable cruelty?

Qin Fan, the conductor of this symphony of death, simply raised the corners of his mouth into a seemingly harmless, sunny smile. Then he turned and walked back toward Hua Xiaotian.

Behind him lay the Heavenly Pit, a grave for thousands. In the midst of such devastation, if vengeful spirits truly existed, thousands would now be shrieking in this apocalyptic ruin, their spectral voices howling one single question: Why?