Chapter 113: Now Is the Era of the Demon

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It was deep night; the moon had vanished into the thick darkness, as if unwilling to witness the filthy blood about to be spilled.

The Tian Tong mansion, once solemn and majestic by day, still retained its ancient charm and quietude from before the Entero War, as if all conflict were forbidden here.

Though it was the hour when all living things slept soundly, not a single soul could rest.

They did not know what they feared, yet an inexplicable trembling dread seized them—they awoke from deep nightmares, skin prickling with gooseflesh, nervously peering outward.

Tap, tap, tap.

Footsteps echoed around the street corner.

At first barely audible, but growing louder with each step, one after another, like footsteps crushing upon their hearts… the footsteps of death.

BOOM!!!!!

The invader's right fist struck the solid steel door with full force; the door, weighing at least a ton, twisted into an unnatural shape and flew inward with a thunderous crash—but before the sound could spread, the shockwave swept the dust and gravel from the ground clean.

From this moment, peace was shattered.

"Halt!"

As an ancient noble family of the Tian Tong clan, they naturally had their own guard forces; soldiers who had swiftly prepared their defenses stood like unyielding walls, fierce and unyielding, blocking the intruder's path without an inch of retreat.

Then, a faint scent of blood filled the air—and instantly, a chilling wave surged up every spine; they were forced to look up at the man—the intruder wearing a demonic metal mask.

In an instant, everyone who had seen the morning news photo understood—he was the one who had stormed Congress!

No one else could possibly be him.

"Stop him!"

The first to appear was a dark-haired man in a suit, cold and ruthless—his name was Tian Tong He Guang, the most outstanding among the younger generation of the Tian Tong family.

A man of high rank, accustomed to commanding others, he met the intruder's gaze—and felt his heart pounding as if about to explode; his legs trembled uncontrollably, his whole body shaking.

But Jia Ji had already recognized him—and locked onto him firmly.

This bastard had embezzled public funds during the construction of the 32nd Orichalcum Stele to resist Entero Beasts, adding foreign materials to the structure. He believed the stele could withstand Entero Beasts—but it was corroded by the digestive fluid of Stage IV Entero Beast Aldebaran, triggering the Entero invasion—a true vermin dragging humanity down.

Falsification—someone still did this stupid thing in this world? Absolute nonsense.

"Shoot! Shoot now!" Seeing the terrifying figure fixate on him, Tian Tong He Guang's legs shook violently. Though he himself possessed the Tian Tong family's secret gun techniques, he could not summon a single ounce of courage to fight this devilish figure—he could only urge his bodyguards forward: "He has no weapon! What are you all afraid of?!"

Flames spewed forth; under his shouts and orders, the terrified bodyguards fired—bullets capable of killing a human with a single shot, aimed at him.

Jia Ji did not dodge or evade; sparks flickered across his body. Then his arm throbbed—he looked down to see a specialized anti-material bullet had pierced his outer defenses, barely drilling into his incredibly dense muscle tissue, where it was caught and twisted by reverse-spinning muscle fibers.

Clink.

As the wound's muscles writhed, the metal bullet fell to the ground, leaving behind only a trace of blood.

"That's it! This bastard bleeds too! Keep firing—kill him right here!" Tian Tong He Guang rejoiced—the monster who had single-handedly breached Congress was not immortal!

Metal bullets surged toward him like a storm of rain.

"Sorry—I was just messing with you."

After finishing his blood-selling act, Jia Ji burst into wild laughter.

A blinding flare of light erupted from the Tian Tong estate, accompanying the terrifying figure that should not exist in this world—surrounding air seemed repelled by invisible force; even several streets away, the strange, towering blue glow was unmistakable.

Then, pale muscles swelled and bulged; the massive figure charged forward through the hail of bullets, smashing into the crowded group.

End of the Century—Intrusion!

Stupid. All of you are stupid beyond redemption. Anyone who stands in my way—get out of the way. Those who refuse? Then die.

"Let me send each of you to heaven with the Northern Dipper Divine Fist!"

With speed too fast for the eye to track, Jia Ji tore through the soldiers like a storm through straw, swinging one of them like a weapon with terrifying force—crushing bones, breaking limbs, sending them screaming and weeping.

"I am the one."

Finding this too slow, he planted one hand on the ground, spun his body two and a half times, and with a refined foot-blade technique from the Southern Dipper White Heron Fist, sliced through every nearby soldier's throat—dozens of heads, eyes wide with terror, flew skyward as blood gushed like fountains.

Northern Dipper Circle Slash: Foot Technique!

Followed by—Secret Art: Northern Dipper Hundred Directions Slash!

According to some manga, if you defeat all enemies from all four directions at once, you cannot lose to any number of opponents.

In other words, the Hundred Directions Slash is a combination of diagonal strikes in all directions—its name is pathetic, but it's perfect for clearing out trash.

Fists shattered their bones and courage; palm-blades severed their necks and lives; the sounds of flesh tearing and bones snapping rang continuously as consciousness vanished forever.

Others were even more… Jia Ji raised his thumbs, then jabbed his index fingers like sewing machine needles at blinding speed—intense battle qi exploded within the struck tissues.

Muscles, organs, bones, nerves—everything inside them swelled under this power designed solely for death, then erupted violently into bloody fireworks.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

Screams, wails, cries—forming a symphony.

When all was still, only one remained before him: Tian Tong He Guang, who had tried to flee but had lost control of his bowels from sheer terror.

"Ha! Die!"

Jia Ji sneered, and punched Tian Tong He Guang's terrified head straight into his own belly.

(End of Chapter)