Chapter 103: The Corpse Speaks

The Lan Fang Restoration Faction, the emissary of the Tianzhu Fungus Mother, the bloodline messenger, and the Umbrella Agency special envoy—what do these four types of people have in common before the Old Devil Lan?

The answer is simple.

“The corpses are speaking.”

This was Lan Yi’s plain yet blunt opening remark, laced with unmistakable malice. The four, preparing to pay their respects, all halted in unison. They had come as messengers to negotiate with the leader of Jianghe, reluctantly ready to follow international conventions and discuss the post-war division of the Southern region.

This had always been the order dominated by the Oceanic civilization.

But today, Lan Yi seemed intent on shattering that framework, which filled these messengers—deeply Oceanic at heart—with shock and rage.

A blatant display of power and hierarchy.

Lan Yi sat down without giving any face to these ticking corpses, taking a chair meant only for Jianghe members. His cold, indifferent gaze swept over them, delivering a tangible pain that seemed to remind them that their very survival was only due to the Old Devil Lan’s great mercy.

“Lan…”

Lan what again?

Lan Yi had been so busy subduing external demons these past few days that he had already forgotten the names of the corpses he had swept into the dustbin of history.

“Lan Fang Restoration Faction messenger, Mu Miaojin.” Mu Miaojin was somewhat surprised; he had not expected Lan Yi to allow him to speak first.

Regardless of the reason, he had prepared an impassioned speech, full of references and citations, ready to argue with Jianghe that this land had belonged to Lan Fang since ancient times. Even if only a few tens of thousands remained, Lan Fang was still Lan Fang, and anyone wanting Lan Fang’s land and water would have to trample over those remaining people!

With Jianghe’s face-conscious and rule-abiding nature, there was potential for a prolonged negotiation.

Mu Miaojin had already begun imagining his eloquent oration.

But in the next moment, the “Azure Hua” pierced Mu Miaojin’s brain.

A high-voltage electric shock instantly destroyed his mind.

The meeting room was immediately filled with a faint burnt smell.

As a human, he had the right to speak once. But as a traitor, Lan Yi—the extreme conservative—would not grant him a second word. Moreover, in this chaotic era, the only way for the weak to negotiate with the strong was to pick up arms and prove themselves!

Mu Miaojin became a corpse.

Everyone present—be they Indians, Caucasians, or vampires—turned pale.

Was this a warning shot?

“I don’t know if you understand who I am, but right now, I am furious. Absolutely furious. How dare you non-humans walk around in front of me as if you were human? Instead of lying quietly like corpses where you belong!”

Lan Yi was truly angry at this moment.

This anger was not merely about being provoked; it was, as Lan Yi said, infuriating that non-humans dared to swagger openly before him.

Non-human species, especially those attempting to corrupt human civilization, had only one fate in the eyes of the Old Devil Lan.

Death!!

“Leader of Jianghe! Are you insane?” The terrified Indian spat out a curry-flavored English accusation at Lan Yi.

“Speak Mandarin!” The golden sword qi swept through in an instant.

The once arrogantly superior Indian was shredded into charred fragments by the violent sparks of the sword qi!

Even after being instantaneously torn apart, a fungal organism, like a spider web mixed with white mucus, burst from his body, attempting to flee.

Swish!!

Sword Zi Yue, the beautiful and clumsy swordswoman, her face frosted with cold resolve, unleashed the “Soaring Cloud” flying sword, spinning at supersonic speed. It exploded past the sound barrier and instantly shattered the fungal organism of this self-proclaimed world ruler into bits!

The vampires and Umbrella Agency agents present felt their scalps tingle.

The Old Devil Lan had no desire to negotiate!

This madman! An ancient overlord! Filled with malice toward the chosen ones of the new era! He was a blight resenting natural selection!

The bloodline creature bared its savage fangs and let out an inhuman roar before lunging at Lan Yi with the physical prowess of a top-tier martial artist.

Its brave act almost made the Old Devil Lan laugh.

“Naive!”

Any bloodline magic, superhuman body, mysterious methods, or ancestral blessings were all useless against the fist Lan Yi raised. This insignificant creature, incapable of breaking the sound barrier, was brutally hammered into the ground by simple but powerful punches and iron elbows—no finishing blow even necessary.

The bloodline entity spat blood, its organs, bones, and muscles shattered. The myth that as long as the head remained intact, it could regenerate, was instantly destroyed. The non-human species died with unfulfilled hatred in its eyes.

It could not comprehend.

Why was this happening?

Why did Lan Yi, leader of Jianghe, harbor such hatred for the darlings of the new era?

The Umbrella Agency special envoy, slightly smarter, transformed into a grotesque being with a torn head, bared fangs, and raw flesh, lunging at the mischievous tomboy, Li Wanzhou. Since this woman had come with Lan Yi, capturing her might still provide a chance to escape.

Then he saw Li Wanzhou’s excited smile—the last image frozen in his mind.

In her previous life, Li Wanzhou had led the chase against the Old Devil Lan, who was then ruthless and merciless. After her death, many lamented that Jianghe had lost a strong martial seed.

This showed how extraordinary her talent was.

Even without being a reincarnator.

This chaotic fiend was terrifying, especially after tasting the forbidden fruit.

“Wuhu! Takeoff!” Li Wanzhou shouted excitedly as the special envoy’s head transformed into a grotesque fleshy monster and suddenly took flight!

‘Is this physical manipulation? How is this possible? She’s not even human, yet she can influence from a distance...’

As the envoy’s thoughts flickered, Li Wanzhou pounced like a tiger, pressing against his blind spot. It was as if she knew his body intimately. With just three consecutive punches, she struck acupressure points, delivering piercing blows to his nervous system, vital organs, and energy circuits!

Before the Umbrella envoy could heal, he was dead.

“Huh? Not as tough as expected. Non-humans from the Umbrella Agency, I thought you’d be better targets,” Li Wanzhou said, annoyed, kicking the corpse and pretending to be a coy lady.

“With your style of manipulating enemies and lethal acupressure strikes, few can withstand it. Even those versed in Taoist arts might be sealed and killed by your combos once you get close.”

Sword Zi Yue came over to collect the bodies.

The cross-dressing sword cultivator was somewhat curious about Li Wanzhou.

After all, only she wielded such martial killing techniques. In the previous life, many martial artists had tried to replicate Li Wanzhou’s style based on records but for unknown reasons, all failed.

“I just thought that spot felt right, so I hit it. It has nothing to do with acupressure! If anything, it’s more like ‘death’ and ‘maiming’ vibes!” The annoyed tomboy pouted, her eyes fixed on the cross-dressing sword cultivator.

Sure enough...

Just like Lan Yi.

This seemingly fragile cross-dresser, who tried to flirt with good brothers, bore no trace of ‘death’ or ‘maiming’ in their presence.