As the voice fell.

Zhao Shaolin's upper body shattered, transforming into a spray of blood and minced flesh scattering everywhere.

Qi Refiners, upon entering the Heavenly Perception realm, gain the characteristic of invoking the momentum of heaven and earth.

Generally speaking, this kind of intimidating pressure from the cosmic momentum has limited strength, serving mostly to bully weaker opponents and provide auxiliary functions, enhancing perception.

It helps in confronting enemies and observing their attack movements.

That's all.

But Lu Ding's Heavenly Perception and Earth Observation realms were both perfected states of heaven round and earth square.

So functions like enhancing perception became secondary aspects for him.

Instead, the cosmic momentum that ordinary people don't utilize...

In Lu Ding's view, this was the best method of attack without actually taking action.

This couldn't even be called cosmic momentum anymore - this had to be called Inner Landscape momentum.

Pain twisted Zhao Shaolin's somewhat sickly pale face.

The commotion here also attracted Zhong Fang, director of the Xiankong Town 749 Bureau office, and Zhan Tingzhou who had accompanied Lu Ding.

He took one look.

How come so many Qi Refiners were dead!!!!!

Slow down the killing, slow down, let me do it, I need to adjust the colors!

In his heart, Zhong Fang had already cursed Zhao Shaolin's ancestors eighteen generations down to the core.

I told you to leave quickly, but you had to drag your feet!

Now look what happened.

You ran into this master who kills without blinking!

Did you think he's like me, someone who can be handled with money?

You fucking idiot, die somewhere far away, don't get me killed!!!!

Although Zhong Fang's legs felt somewhat weak, he still forced himself to speak up: "Special Envoy Lu, show mercy!!!"

This shout.

Awakened Zhao Shaolin from the hallucinations induced by the pressure.

The pain from his upper body shattering also reached its peak at this moment.

But he didn't dare scream, could only hold it in, endure it, his eyes pleading with Zhong Fang to save him, otherwise they would all die together!

Now that his life was hanging by a thread.

Naturally, he couldn't care about anything else.

Zhong Fang also knew this, thinking to himself how this Special Envoy Lu had such strong killing intent, meeting him resulted in a ground full of severed limbs and broken arms...

Even if there were problems, couldn't they talk first...

Well, he actually felt some dissatisfaction toward Lu Ding.

But his face showed no trace of abnormality, appearing extremely cautious.

Adopting a humble posture, he bowed to Lu Ding: "Special Envoy Lu... this is the young master of the Zhao family, he came today to resolve an economic dispute, you see, might there be some misunderstanding here..."

As he spoke.

Zhong Fang sent a look to the Sand Quarry Owner, signaling him to confirm his words.

The Sand Quarry Owner, in his heart, wanted to file a complaint.

But the words "commoners don't fight with officials" were deeply engraved in his mind.

Past incidents floated before his eyes.

He was different from the person who reported the Rooster Sun Lady's Temple case - that lady had no way out, no options.

This Sand Quarry Owner, he still had a life to live.

So, weighing the pros and cons, he nodded: "Yes, Young Master Zhao and I have some economic disputes, today we came to resolve them, there might be some misunderstanding."

That's what the words said.

But his eyes let Lu Ding see there were difficulties he couldn't speak of.

The current situation was very classic.

It looked exactly like those TV dramas where threatened victims, for various reasons, have no choice but to retract their statements or suddenly change their testimony.

At times like these, the righteous protagonist would always show righteous indignation.

Finally, the villain would leave triumphantly, still provoking the protagonist.

Zhao Shaolin didn't provoke, just endured the pain and echoed: "Grand Duke Lu, it's all a mis..."

He originally wanted to ease the atmosphere first, provide a way out, follow Zhong Fang's lead, and if that still didn't work, he could only bring out the Zhao family and his uncle who was head of the Yu family.

But.

Before Zhao Shaolin could finish speaking.

BANG!!!!

The Inner Landscape momentum enveloping him instantly shrank and compressed from all directions.

Blood sprayed wildly.

Zhao Shaolin, over 1.8 meters tall, under the compression of the Inner Landscape momentum, transformed into a fist-sized, solid meatball without any moisture or blood.

THUD!!

The meatball fell to the ground.

Making a dull sound, one could imagine how dense this thing was.

Lu Ding's voice came afterward: "Oh, then let's just say I don't like the look of you."

This sudden ruthless attack.

Made the few people present shudder inwardly.

Zhong Fang looked somewhat dazedly at the meatball on the ground.

Zhao... Zhao Shaolin, just died like that????

The arrogant Zhao Shaolin just died like that???

Zhan Tingzhou also found it hard to accept.

Zhao Shaolin, who in his previous life contended with Chen Yan and muddied the waters of Xiankong Town, just died like that?

His preconceived notions made him think that today Zhao Shaolin would at most suffer some injuries, since Xiankong Town still had his plot to follow later.

But.

A character with so much screen time just died at Lu Ding's hands.

Without a single wasted word...

This butterfly effect... was having quite a big impact...

Not just them, even Zhao Shaolin himself hadn't expected it - he hadn't even brought out the banners of the Zhao family and his uncle yet......

He and Lu Ding had no enmity or grudges, why would he strike so decisively......

While everyone had different thoughts.

Lu Ding's gaze had already fallen on Zhong Fang, his words carrying suffocating pressure: "Did I just ask you?"

The moment Zhong Fang heard these words.

He felt as if he had fallen into an endless ocean, with bottomless seawater beneath his feet.

Dark, dead silent.

His body uncontrollably sinking downward...

Darkness was devouring him.

"No... no, I was just......"

As he tried to make self-saving excuses.

Lu Ding reached forward: "Shoulder insignias, official seal, give them to me."

Zhong Fang looked up sharply, he couldn't imagine Lu Ding would treat him like this.

Handing over the shoulder insignias and official seal - didn't that mean he was being dismissed?

"Lu... Special Envoy Lu, you can't do this, this was Zhao Shaolin's problem, it has nothing to do with me, I've always diligently protected Xiankong Town, if not for merit then for hard work, you can't dismiss me with just one sentence."

"I... I want to see Director Qian!!!"

Lu Ding frowned hearing this.

If not for the fact that the official seal had technical complexities and would be troublesome to reissue, he wouldn't have even bothered saying those six words.

Now this Zhong Fang actually dared to shamelessly talk about merit and hard work.

Collusion between officials and merchants - for whom did he achieve merit, for whom did he endure hardship?

Didn't he have any self-awareness at all?

Saying these things now?

"Go see the King of Hell instead."

Without any warning or buildup.

Frosty arrogance accompanied the words, freezing the air inch by inch before Lu Ding, snowflakes drifting down, all in an instant.

Zhong Fang, wanting to react, raised his hands to form seals, attempting to resist, but the divine light spell techniques that had just emerged, before they could even shine, were frozen along with him by this icy killing power, both person and magic sealed in place.

Not just externally.

His internal blood, Spiritual Energy, even his soul, Divine Palace space - all were frozen solid.

Piercing icy pain tormented Zhong Fang from all directions.

In extreme circumstances, he even felt unbearable scorching heat.

Zhong Fang knew he was about to die.

But now, he could do nothing, only stare forward, using his frozen eyeballs to convey a pleading look.