Chapter 110: Filth Must Be Disinfected

BOOM!

As the grand, thick parliamentary doors suddenly shattered into a human-shaped hole, those inside engaged in tense negotiations were startled and turned to see what had happened.

A round object flew through the air several times before landing precisely in the center of the meeting room; when they saw its true form, they screamed in terror.

It was a head.

The face on that skull was familiar to them—they had greeted it, conversed with it, and flattered it just minutes ago.

They all knew this man: Tamaki Takuto, captain of the Holy Emperor's guard, a veteran of the Self-Defense Forces, top graduate of the Defense Academy, an outstanding young man with boundless potential.

But now he was nothing but a head.

A head severed cleanly below the neck, its surface smooth and mirror-like, as if cut by an impossibly sharp blade in a single strike.

The skull landed straight on the table, its unblinking eyes oozing twisted rage, venomous hatred, and sheer terror, cold and chilling.

The killer was an unknown, unheard-of figure, wearing a metal mask, a monstrous presence.

He strode in boldly, treating every legislator and official as if they were nothing, walking straight toward the front, where the nominal ruler of the Tokyo region—the Holy Emperor—struggled to maintain her composure.

For a moment, no one moved.

Even the dull, feeble instincts of humanity sensed the overwhelming killing intent radiating from this man; in an instant, cold dread spread, an invisible pressure filled the hall, and a terrifying silence descended.

The frost-like killing intent did not recede—it grew denser.

Jia Ji shook off the few drops of blood that had splattered onto his hands; it was his first time using the Southern Dipper Fist to kill, and he was still unskilled, leaving blood everywhere.

The distance from the door to the Holy Emperor was short—only a dozen meters—but it felt like years.

"Don't you dare get close to the Holy Emperor!"

Finally, someone stepped forward—how could these human elites allow an invader to rampage before their eyes? This was an insult to the Tokyo Regional Government's dignity!

BOOM!

His head was crushed into the wall beside him, fully embedded; the pristine white surface instantly cracked into a vast spiderweb of fissures.

Those who had been about to act fell silent at once, frozen in fear.

Jia Ji stood before the frail girl, whose name was unknown, only called the Holy Emperor, and spoke with an unyielding, forceful tone.

"I demand the immediate passage of the 'New Law for the Cursed Children,' granting them human rights. Who supports it? Who opposes it?"

His words shattered the frozen atmosphere.

Immediately, someone spoke—a middle-aged man in a sharp suit, his face flushed with anger, standing tall as if claiming moral high ground, barking sharply.

"Do you know how important this is? This is not your place to speak!"

He instantly drew every eye; the cabinet and parliamentary officials all wore expressions of relief, nearly ready to cheer his boldness.

His own heart surely swelled with pride.

Who gave you permission to oppose?

Speak only a brain-dead idiot would say!

Jia Ji's eyes blazed with murderous light; his straightened toe flicked lightly.

Die!

An invisible slash shot forward at blinding speed, its terrifying force condensed into a graceful, arcing line through the air.

Then, the others saw—

A brilliant silver line suddenly appeared in the center of the massive, multi-ton wooden table before them.

The silver line spread wildly, like a living thing, crawling up the man who had stood up—the "hero."

The next instant, as the silver line slowly faded—

The once-vibrant legislator and the Kelian table split cleanly in two.

His body, like a tree split vertically from head to toe, toppled left and right.

A torrent of blood coated the wall just damaged, the stench of blood thick in the air; intestines and organs spilled out from the corpse.

No one saw exactly what he did—but his actions had ignited fury; the crowd erupted in outrage.

One after another, people rose to their feet; though stunned, each was an elite, a pillar of the nation, a survivor of the original war, who had climbed through countless trials to reach their position—some even possessed formidable martial skill themselves.

Regarding the Cursed Children—their most sacred Dixian —how could they bow before a faceless monster in front of all Tokyo?

No matter how powerful he was, he couldn't possibly kill them all!

"Your actions will be punished by law…"

"Boring. Die!"

The man in the demon mask reached out and twisted off his head.

"The Cursed Children brought this disaster—you can't…"

"A stubborn fool. Even you believe your own lies. Let's see if your head is as hard as your mouth."

A head, spurting blood, slammed into the ceiling and exploded like a watermelon.

"You claim to fight for the Cursed Children—but you're just venting your own selfish desires!"

"Well said. You die too."

A punch tore out his heart.

"No matter how many you kill, violence and terror will never achieve your goal!"

He didn't care. Jia Ji was already furious.

I have no time to torture you, interrogate you, or seek your approval.

Stubborn, worthless dogs!

If you want to oppose me, then I only want you—dead!

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!

One after another, invisible blades flew wildly through the space, savage slashes tearing through the air, shredding bodies, muscle, skin, bone, and anything else in their path.

The entire building shook; row upon row of windows were sliced open, countless shards of glass rained onto the streets below, shattering into fragments, striking passersby on the head, triggering wave after wave of screams.

Massive slashes, meters to tens of meters long, scarred the building's outer walls; inside, the gale did not cease—limbs and chunks of flesh flew everywhere; Bai Lu's Liejiaozhanzhen became a dance of death, reaping and severing life by the dozens!

Filth! All of you are filth!

DIE DIE DIE!!

Letting you survive another second in this world, just beginning to show hope, is an insult to me—this Savior, Lord Jia Ji!

In barely half a minute, Jia Ji, fully channeling the "Water Shadow Heart" secret technique, which sensed emotional fluctuations, had cleanly and efficiently sent every person in the room who harbored malice, hatred, or opposition straight to hell.

I was going to wait one more day for the double monthly ticket bonus, but I couldn't hold back.

No more acting—I'm not a lighthearted comedian. Today, I enter the Supreme Massacre King realm.

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(End of Chapter)